Christmas Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These Christmas Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse Christmas poems written by international poets.
When the Language Merge**
I walked into Bobby Department Store and yelled, “Where are the Jamaicans and Barbadians?” This might sound a little strange to most people; however, it’s that time of year when all the languages and dialects merge, accompanied by the authentic accents from their respective places. Plus, there's always a bit of rudeness as people wait in long lines. Yet, amidst it all, the joy of Christmas still shines through in their voices.
Christmas is that one time of year when you can be happy without needing a reason. I could hear conversations like, “I want to mail this barrel by next week, but I know they won’t get it before next year.” As an outsider eavesdropping on these conversations, I sometimes think, “What is this barrel they are talking about? A barrel of rum? A barrel of Jack Daniel’s? A barrel of monkeys? What barrel?”
Yes, Bubba! That barrel is filled with gifts and food for their families on the Island of Brim. All I’d like to add is that I’m reminded that while New Yorkers say “standing online,” the rest of the English-speaking world says “standing in line.” - Jeffrey Stein Garten.
A Coppers Christmas is different to
An ordinary one that people do
Some see their time through on nights
With drink drivers, accidents and pub brawl fights
Christmas dinners are crammed in as well
And handing presents has no time to dwell
Early morning wake ups with children are missed
For morning muster and the start of day shifts
Afternoon shifts are spent at other people’s family gatherings
Sorting out people whose Christmas
Spirit is lost or lacking
To finally make your way home
To end the day in the car alone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
One of the scarce things on Gallipoli
Was writing paper for letters you see
And so the AIF was obliged to send home
Letters written on anything that was found or known
So in November 1915 Driver Percy Gordon Hendy
Sent home a letter to Victoria Australia across the seas
The only material he could find
Was a hard tack biscuit
So he wrote his message on the back of it
It was processed with a service field postcard attached
Marked by the censors with their marks matched
It read wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
The family framed and kept it as a Great War souvenir.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Christmas style with lots of smiles
Brand new bikes for riding miles
Excited children it’s their day
New toys for making lots of play
Christmas lunch a feast to munch
Turkey, ham and pork with crackling crunch
Remember to wear your big pants
Loosen belts for a pudding and custard dance
Christmas Vacation for a laughter then
White Christmas sung by Bing remembering when
At last we settle with a Baileys drink
Another great Christmas so merry we think!
© Paul Warren Poetry
Christmas time comes again
Shared together with relatives and friends
Reminding us of times gone past
Of happiness to forever last
When was your first Christmas Tree
On a hot summers night with glee
And the jolly old man in red
Straight from the North Pole no snow instead
Of carols on the back of trucks
And coloured lights tinsel and such
Nativity scenes in the church yard
Where childhood and happiness starred
With songs of white boomers flying high
No snow for us at Christmas oh my
But ice cream and beaches in the sun
Australian summers and Christmas made for fun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The year was 2021 and Christmas was fast approaching,
Fear and uncertainty were seeping into every corner of daily life,
Good will was at an all time low throughout the land,
With Covid spreading faster than the gossip surrounding it,
The people cried out in vain, many going insane,
Few safe in their own company for than a week.
With those in power throwing in the towel,
The situation was grim indeed,
Is this the end becoming the catch phrase?
Who would have thought that once again poets?,
Would be called upon to save the day,
With style and wit, the pens began scratching,
And keypads started overheating,
As out of the mist that hung over the many backwaters and lonely bye-ways,
Poems filled with the spirit of Christmas past began to appear.
As one after the other poets on the soup took up the call,
With other forums soon taking up the challenge,
To light another candle of positive thought,
And push back the darkness,
Saving Christmas for another year,
Giving those who threw in their towels,
Or failed to take sound advice,
Another chance to put things right in 2022.
We, whose parents gave us that first taste of freedom,
Who took such joy in our newly found freedom,
Who put a curfew on our freedom,
Who took us to the right shops to buy our freedom,
Who taught us how to work out the cost of freedom,
Who bled, for our freedom,
Who taught us not to forget others when thinking of freedom,
Are the most fortunate of creatures who have never lost,
The joy of that first taste.
"From rags to riches "
From rages to riches.
I used to be Lazarus, they threw bread crumbs at me like a church mouse, l had no choice but to take what l could....
As l begged for pennies, some would laugh at me, spit at me and ridicule me. Getting satisfaction at the pain and suffering of a struggling soul, but he never lost hope....
One day! Tables turned.
Winds stopped howling.
Dogs stopped barking.
Thy prayers had been answered!
The days of being a begger and punching bag were no more....
Treasures came thy way,
It was time to glow,
Sorrows all forgotten like the nightmare before the dawn of Christmas..
From rags to riches.
Can I be seeing what I think I am seeing?
Those who would have sold their own grandmother,
Before the outbreak,
Now enduring the cold for the sake of the old turkey,
Those whose limbs were so jerky,
Surviving on beef jerky for the sake of the old turkey.
And am I seeing yet other turkeys who never met a wild turkey,
That was not liquid in a bottle,
Appearing stone cold sober for the sake of one old turkey.
If this happening then, those who refuse to let any Turkey feel the cold,
Even though for some it could mean they will grow old,
Must be in self isolation and unable to see who is getting cold.
As for the drug lords,
It may be their turn to feel limbs that are jerky,
Now that they have run out of beef jerky,
And no longer able to grab hold of a Turkey.
Now dreaming of places where they turn the Key,
As their only hope, if they want to become an old turkey.
Truth be told
I no longer want deaths and wars
Come part the horizon, Jesus
Christ come now to receive us
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, love and freedom
Twas just a mist, history insist
The Legend of St. Nicholas
Give me thoughts of prayers
To pray for my fellow humans
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, is for Jesus to come down
Lo O’ fourth-century bishop
Monk named St. Nicholas
Born sometime around 280 A.D.
In Patara, near Myra in modern-day Turkey
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas is for Saint Nicholas to pray with me
Admired for his piety and kindness,
Of many legends called also Father Christmas
You can meet Santa Claus cross the magical Arctic Circle
In Rovaniemi in Lapland, Finland official
You see if there be a Santa, all I want from him
Is to pray for me, for Christ to grant me longevity of life…
Now what do you want for Christmas in this life
12/7/19
What You Want For Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Paul
Christmas time.... known as "the season for giving"
Now let me give you a piece of my mind:
Everyone talking about what they want for Christmas
Fancy toys,gadgetry, jewelry and what ever else can fit under the tree.
But let me tell you what I DON'T want for Christmas....
I don't want violence
I don't want war
I don't want famine
I don't want terrorism
I don't want oppression....
But this is all that some will be receiving for Christmas.
Tolerance to inequalty amongst each other has become humanity's
global phenomenon...the human race victimizing it's own kind.
Supposedly having superior cognitive processes.
But no cognition is given to the white elephant called inequality.
So let me bring you up to speed,
regardless of your wealth,race, age,gender or creed.
If you have a superiority complex based on any of the above,
take that useless complex and give it a shove,
then turn to your neighbour and give him some love.
As I sit here looking through my glass door I see tear drops form God falling from the sky dripping down my window pane, I wonder why?
It is dark and dreary as his tear drops fall from the sky, I can see the wind gently blowing through the trees moving the limbs and leaves, could this be Gods voice bellowing from above, I wonder Why?
Could it be we all have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas Day, the day Gods son was born. We decorate our trees buying presents for others and some spending money they don’t have, making others rich off of God’s Sons birth, how greedy can we be?
What does Christmas truly mean? It can only mean one thing in today's world, what will I get for Christmas on Christmas Day?
I cuddle a porcelain jar within my bosom
My womanly soul yearns for your eyes
Tracing Christmas eves spent moon- gazing,
Your fingers busy plucking a violin
As we giggled, hummed through knolls of snow:
Had I known that on an exact hour
A crooked cane would roll away without notice--
Bent against the ice of heaven while faint stars
Temper your breath in haste... my own hymns
Would not have stopped their refrains...
But there is an open skyline which leads
Grandfathers like you to rest by their own will...
And I cry among rosy poinsettias
Gliding by the shore: It is near the 25th;
Your ashes spilling now on waves where you belong,
Mourning for all life's twinkles...
My frozen moment adrift ~
December 2018 Contest for Brian Strand
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Checking every overpass they came upon
But they never found him.
They went to the pantry that he had spoken of
But the folks there said that no one like him had come in that day
And that they hadn't sold any portable gas cans.
They gave all the supplies to the local shelter
And the young lady checked many times in the weeks to come
But the man was never found.
She began to wonder at times if she had imagined the whole thing
If maybe the car had stalled and she'd fallen asleep
Then dreamed the whole thing and awakened to continue on.
Slowly, over time, it passed from her thoughts.
Then, late that Spring she took her car to the self-wash near her apartment
And when she started to wash the rear end of her car
She noticed something unusual ...
There, in the dirty film on her rear bumper, was a message
A finger-written message of Christmas kindness that simply read:
"No worries - your angel is watching"
She got in her car and drove off with a smile
And a very warm heart ...
Leaving the dirty bumper just the way it was.
* SIXTH PLACE in "The Good Samaritan" Poetry Contest, Craig Hawkins, Sponsor. *
Where were you, when the snowballs were thrown?
And where were you, when the snowman was built?
And where were you at Christmas time?
And where were you, when I needed you?
And where were you, when I needed warmth?
And where were you, when the campfire was lit?
And where were you, when the coffee was poured?
Yes! Weren't you the one that I adored?
And where were you, when I hung the mistletoe?
Yes! You knew our hearts would grow!
Kissing one another! While standing in the wintery snow!
A snowflake for you! And a snowflake for me!
Yes! Our hearts were young and free!
So where were you at Christmas time?
Were you watching bobsleds slide?
On a very snowy mountain side?
And where were you, when the snow came down?
Did you know what was on my mind?
While I traveled by sleigh, from town to town!
I need to know?
Are you a snowflake in the wind?
Where were you at Christmas time?
Chistmas-Humor-by Kim Robin Edwards
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