Christmas Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
These Christmas Dramatic Monologue poems are examples of Dramatic Monologue poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Dramatic Monologue Christmas poems written by international poets.
Sitting in the specialty clinic
when this big word is tossed
in our laps I watched my son
tumble flip play football soccer
tumble play baseball yes we all
knew he was short but now after
injury this unexpected diagnosis
I'm completely stunned hopeful
but how many surgeries bone loss
bone death I still can't pronounce
the word Achondroplasia never in
my vocabulary a form of dwarfism
normal size person with the hereditary
gene can have short bones in the foot
arms or fingers bones that are weak
soft dying degenerative bone loss when
I gave birth I counted ten toes ten
fingers who would dream of testing
degenerative bone loss passed down
from the father's gene we pray knowing
there is no cure so we gather research
therapeutic braces shoes and surgeries
god keep my family safe staying in my faith
I close my eyes for one second and suddenly
I'm home again, next to you and dad
You were born on Christmas Eve, just like the babe
of Bethlehem ...
Laughter peels the faded kitchen paper
as you pull out a tin pan full of hot steaming lasagna
"Get the birthday cake from the garage, Vienna"
is what you said to me, it came as no surprise,
you knew all the hiding places of our home and hearts.
Happy Birthday dear mother. I miss you more than,
the sun, moon, and stars *
Today when I see what Christmas has become,
I know the only way to recall it properly, is through your eyes.
Little legs running down the stairs, dampness of cold brick,
taste of fermented wine, feel of a silky cake box holding a dream,
this is what I recall, this liquid memory is tighter than Fort Knox.
As a child,
I loved to watch Grandpa build.
His basement workshop,
was filled with tools.
Tools hanging on every wall,
wood neatly stacked in a pile.
Grandpa worked for hours each day,
filling his many orders.
He built my lovely bed,
pretty flowers carved into the headboard.
One Christmas,
Grandpa built my fun dollhouse.
Today I asked for a small table,
one to fit beside my bed.
Grandpa started working,
he gave me a "Three Legged Table" with a rose carved on top.
I have for many years had a reputation for being Tinpot Lucky,
Take this Tuesday for Instance,
I was walking down past the Lawnmower shop,
Where I bought my Wood chipper,
Should I stop in and and say Hello to Ian the Proprietor,
Who was in Lions with me and a friend,
Was the thought that popped into my head,
I went with yes choice instead of not today choice,
And guess what?
After asking after each other,
And our families,
What should he ask but how is your wood chipper,
To which I sheepishly replied,
That I had jammed it up and had not yet done anything about it.
Now here is where question of luck or something else comes to the fore,
As what should Ian say but that he had someone interested in buying one,
And he would come and get mine and fix it for free,
So, he could show the potential customer one working.
So what do you think?
Was it luck or something else.
Was a mysterious force at work to bring me to the store
At that particular point in time,
Or do I just have a knack for making good choices.
For myself I suspect I have a guardian Angel,
Who does not mind working overtime.
One day the drums will stay silent for a lifetime,
Sadly, today is not that day,
As once again the drums are beating in our lifetime.
From another far flung land the drums are calling,
And there is no time for stalling,
As too many are now wailing,
For aid not to be flowing.
But let us not muck up this peace when it comes,
Having this time done our sums,
Around the cost of guns,
So, every Christmas in the future comes,
With only the sound of happy drums,
And even happier mums and dads,
With sons and daughters home for the holidays,
To fight over who gets the last of the turkey's or hams.
Dear Soup
"A Very Merry Christmas To All"
May each of you be blessed this season,
may all your dreams come true.
May we never forget why we have Christmas,
it is all about a baby.
Without this baby (Jesus),
there would be no Christmas.
Now 2021 is leaving,
with all it's chaos.
A New Year is just around the corner,
2022.
May this New Year 2022,
bring you what you are looking for.
To all my Soup friends,
may we all find love in this warm bowl of soup.
Love for each other,
love and creativity to write more in the New Year.
I ask God to bless one and all,
"Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Year" 2022.
Date Written: 12/18/2021
4 Place
MY SIGNIFICANT 2021 POEM Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
I see the wary, self-satisfied leer as you approach
because I carry on my right shoulder
the expensive leather bag my wife gave me
for Christmas three years ago
when the doctor said “Don’t put stuff
in your hip pockets!”
Stuff, it seems, forces one’s spine to shift
In ways spines are not supposed to shift.
Your sneer tells me you think it so qu*eer
for a man to carry a purse –
[deep inside you may wish you had one]
My sweet, loving, caring wife has been gone
now for three lonely years,
Only special memories I have remain, like when
I said, “Are you kidding? I can’t go around
carrying that thing over my shoulder!”
“I do,” she said.
She packed everything I could possibly ever need
wallet, checkbook, toothpicks,
fingernail clippers, pens and pencils
Proudly she walked beside me
while I learned
to carry my murse
with confidence.
So, when I see you I smirk
I say to myself, “What’s it to you, jerk!”
I see the wary, self-satisfied leer as you approach
because I carry on my right shoulder
the expensive leather bag my wife gave me
for Christmas three years ago
when the doctor said “Don’t put stuff
in your hip pockets!”
Stuff, it seems, forces one’s spine to shift
In ways spines are not supposed to shift.
Your sneer tells me you think it so *****
for a man to carry a purse –
[deep inside you may wish you had one]
My sweet, loving, caring wife has been gone
now for two lonely years,
Only special memories I have remain, like when
I said, “Are you kidding? I can’t go around
carrying that thing over my shoulder!”
“I do,” she said.
She packed everything I could possibly ever need
wallet, checkbook, toothpicks,
fingernail clippers, pens and pencils
Proudly she walked beside me
while I learned
to carry my murse
with confidence.
So, when I see you sneer
I say to myself, “What’s it to you, jerk!”
She is freezing but she gets into one more car.
It has been a slow night.
She will help this lonely man feel less lonely
And she will have more money to feed her
Waiting six-year-old boy.
He is hungry.
And so is she.
If she has just a little more they will have a
Better Christmas.
She makes lively conversation.
She is sweet.
But he is not lonely
And she never makes it home.
My eyes are open,
My long sleep is over,
I know whose side I stand by.
I see where my loyalty lies,
My voice will not falter,
As I take a stand.
I know there is a price to pay,
That some I may have to leave behind,
Going ahead instead with those I may not like,
Who have been chosen by a higher authority.
Another walks in front to pave the way,
To a place I know not,
How long the journey will take,
Or how many wrong turns I will take, I know not.
Yet my eyes are open,
My heart is committed,
To the part I must play,
And the pain I have yet to suffer.
To be confused is human,
Yet to turn away from the light,
For fear of temporary blindness,
May only serve to make it a permanent state.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE - Part V
IF you pull a long face
Especially on Christmas Day
You might put out-of-place
Your face on every other day
If you keep pulling a long face
No matter what anyone might say
Some faces might wear a grimace
By contracting a long face each day
Yet if you must pull a long face
Just when darkness dims day by day
Winter Solstice might lift the burka lace
To show more of wanton autumn play
Now if you go on pulling a long face
On the Gran Via while Reyes Magos lead the way
By comets and shooting cars in criss-crossing race
Pontius Pilatus Police could you in gulgülta dismay
So if you still must pull a long face
On holy church-going psalm-rhyming day
Make sure you confess all dirty-linen disgrace
" Eli Eli lama : Please don't lead me astray ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 25, 2018
If I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace.
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling.
His team of reindeer..
There's snow on the rooftop.
Firewood in the stove.
Warming up Santa.
From the bitter and cold.
On Dasher, On Prancer, On Vixson let's go.
For Santa is waiting.
To get on with the show.
So if I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace..
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling..
His team of reindeer...
Christmas Whistle Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Uriel’s Psalm
I cried out to you my Lord and you answered. You beckoned to my cry to
remove
all the darts of love that the enemy twisted. It wasn’t time for that door to be
opened and you slammed it shut with your right righteous hand. You saved
me
from the pits of despair and raised up in me a new song. A song that had to
be
finished from the beginning to the end. The song that was set before me is
not
to be sung yet. Its melody is a tempting one but it is to remain unsung. I cried
out to you and you answered my plea!
I waited on you ever so patiently. My flesh was tossing and turning and you
rescued me. I waited in despair and you answered the cries of my paining
flesh. I
now can see clearly again! My Creator and my best friend. I will never venture
off
the path ever again. I will never venture from your side and betray my
Creator’s
heart too. Please hear my cries for mercy for you are my best Friend and you
are
ever-constant at my side.
8-2-14
To all my dearest friends " POETRY SOUP" I would love to wish you A MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS...
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I wish i could have parakeets
With beautiful voices
and I could leave my poems in its beak
then let him fly and soar high
exploring the fragrant sky
I wish
the soothing wind could blow the poems
and then unfurled
and attached them
on the floating clouds
I wish
The myriads of twinkling starlets
Could present and beautify the atmosphere
When the parkeets sang the poems
with its heart into the softest echoes
I wish
your heart could enjoy
the elegant poems
that sang my ballad just for you
and letting you generate
your glittering smiles
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Dec 2013
Him: I chose to sell my last possession
A pocket watch my father gave me
To buy my love a gold comb
She has the fairest hair of gold
But lacks just a comb
I will let go of this watch
For her to own a comb
Her: I chose to cut off my long hair,
My only beauty and pride
That i have kept since alpha
To buy my love a gold watch chain
So that he can wear it in his neck
And smile like the village chief
Him: Honey I bought for you a gold comb
Its the best i could afford
I sold my watch
To get money to buy this
And now Here it is
Her: Sweetie I bought you a gold watch chain
Its the best I could afford
I cut off my hair
And sold it to the barber down street
To buy you this gold watch chain
For you my only love
They all lost the last thing they treasured
For the most thing they desired
To show love
On Christmas
That they so much cared