Christmas Concrete Poems | Examples
These Christmas Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Concrete Christmas poems written by international poets.
Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard since nineteen forty-one.
We kids always begged to decorate it for Halloween and Christmas.
Aunt Dorothy said this idea was despicable.
It would not be honorable.
The donkey would not like it.
She died three weeks ago.
Two days before Halloween, so we decorated the donkey.
He was now a purple peril, and I think he loved it.
After we left, he walked down to the graveyard to show her.
And there he sits, all pretty, next to her grave.
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.....HO-HO-HO
..snow-snow-snow
A star shining bright
Welcome wise Magi
Santa brings goodies
A pot bellied laughter
A baby in the manger
Foxes. Reindeer. Bells
........Sox. Mittens..
....................Warm embrace
...............Jingle bells all the way
...............Huddles laughters joys
................Santa comes on sleigh
................A glistening white sheet
.................Covered my playground
.................Frozen are all fruits trees
..................I have a bright one home
..................Keeping my little cat busy
..................Laden with sparkling goodies
.............................Fun n Foodies
..............Time for
.......Joys celebrations
....Family friends cousins
...Sharing cakes n cuddles
..Sleigh tracks are covered
..For It has snowed all night
..Making Merry Being Happy
.How cold growing up would be..
Without these Christmas glories
.............Merry Xmas
...................To All
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~ from Amitabh
In solitude with eyes
closed, a bell flashes with a
little girl chuckling, chasing it.
In stillness, silence, the bell starts
tolling and the girl intently stares at it,
eyes beaming with glee and a radiant smile
expressing delight. I opened my eyes, shook my
head, thought of the childlike innocence, the display
of honesty, freedom, enthusiasm and suddenly remembered
my own childhood always excited hearing the church bells tolling
for they meant fun, cheers, good times. Hearing the bell at six o’ clock
in the evening for worship or Angelus prayer at our altar, meant having dinner
with my favorite dish or dessert for dinner was served after our prayers. Hearing
the bells after the morning Easter Sunday procession meant fun in the beach
for everybody went there for fun and lunch to celebrate the Resurrection.
Hearing the bells after the four o’ clock morning masses during the
Christmas season, from December sixteen through
twenty four meant eating delicious
rice cakes at the church
kiosk.
Christmas presents
happily tossed aside
Box is the treasure
Remember the days
**Oh, Christmas Tree**
Honor
His Birth
His Great Family
His Jewish Heritage
He, Born in a Manger
For Humanity, No Stranger
Hope
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A
hot
meal for two
a
new
hat, coat and shoes
a
home
with a door and
a good roof to stop the rain.
and keep out the sound of bombs and bullets
a
safe
place to bear my baby
and a warm crib to lay him down to sleep
with love and hope for a future that will not crucify him
so not
a lot
to ask
is it
Santa, as you fly around with your sleigh and
Rudolph and the rest of your reindeer set
Not too much to ask for just a little peace
for a little justice - in a dangerous world
for a star in the sky to call the wise men
and shepherds, oxen, asses and angels.
a
flocked tree
white in its color
golden-ruby ornaments
stands profoundly majestic
loved by a once very small girl
me
December 2, 2019
cookie cutter movies,
parading through holiday,
with a ho ho ho
and mistletoe,
angelic beings appear
mysteriously, giggling.
there’s magic globes
of Winter cheer, shaking
up the villagers, ski-slope
cascades of brunette and blonde hair,
billowing. and handsome men
falling for each one. North Pole
decor to the extreme - where else
would most of us peruse this feast?
so we compare to our own existence,
hollowed out with suffering persistence,
yet in a different way the hugs are huge
and ours — they belong to **our** hearts.
O O
O O
O O
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11/23/2019
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I
put up my
christmas tree
as early as can be
with a flick of a switch
strike awe without a glitch
stand uplifted at glitter lighting
it boosts my mood when I start sagging
it helps me get through dark dreary feelings
in early mornings and late evenings
warms
my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
It’s too
cold outside.
The blustery wind
snapped my arm in two.
My orange nose wiggled
almost escaping me.
The snowflakes
are starting
to fall again, making
me a thicker jacket to wear.
proud The beautiful crystals glistened realized
and Under the December sun. I stood soon
tall to receive the showers of mother nature but I
Days and months flashed past. My smile
soon faded from my wet face, dripping beads
of sweat. I could no longer stand tall but instead
I slouched with my shrivelling back, melting
and melting. I saw my reflections in the
puddle beneath me: my wilting figure.
How I longed to feel the bright,
and warm sunshine of June
I couldn’t be like
everyone else.
I…
Most parents don't know that giving
their children everything they want:
is the easiest way to spoil them;
I grew up differently and understood
how hard they worked to ask
for anything and the only time
I got something to be thrilled about
was on Christmas and on birthdays!
Look at the other kids
who got everything:
they got drunk, stole and did
drugs; they also skipped school,
and some of them went to jail!
I'll be always grateful to my parents
not to have spoiled me, but disciplined me
and taught me how to fear and love God;
if these hands never took a thing which wasn't
mine or I was never disrespectful to others:
I praise them highly for their wisdom!
O
XMAS
TREE'S, O
XMAS TREE'S
OF YOU THERE ARE
SO MANY. FOR ME YOUR
PLIGHT IS ROUGH TO END UP
DYING WATCH WATCHING TELLE
OH
XM
AS
TREE'S AT LEAST
YOU DIE LOOK
ING PRETTY
WISHING
YOU ALL THE BEST, THOSE THAT SURVIVED THE TEST,
BEING PLANTED WITH YOUR ROOTS, BUT NOT TO SAVE YOU.
TO SAVE THE ROOM GETTING INTO A MESS
AS WHEN DYING YOU DROP YOUR NEEDLES
NOW STILL ALIVE YOUR PLANTED IN SOMEONE's GARDEN
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Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
December 7th 2017
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YES A
M I S S
A G A I N
< A N O T H E R R E P E A T >
X M A S * F I L M
< A N E W STAR IS BO R N >
A HAPPY
X M A S
ALL
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