Christmas Epic Poems | Examples
These Christmas Epic poems are examples of Epic poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Epic Christmas poems written by international poets.
Arose a feeling
Absolutely amusing
What a ecstacy!
Steady laughter
Everyone dancing crazily to the beat
It's party time
Partying until morning.
Racing on mind
Faces of different people
Dancing and smiling
Shouting aloud, singing along
As the DJ keep banging it
I'm the highest in the room
I got a blurry vision
So niggas and es got two faces.
It was Christmas eve
Christ the reason for the season
A new born king, love the message
As we creating beautiful memories
Happy, crazy and lovely memories.
Black Christmas
Spread your gifts beyond boarders
This season if you care
Let the brightest of you be
The gift to humanity
End the year with gratitude
And remember
The empty tables of the
Poor
While you merry
Out there
Some were
alot are in need
Of the third quarter of your waste
At Xmas day
Some were at the third world countries
Were the Xmas are black
Black Christmas
Share your gifts beyond families
And relatives
Reach for distance relatives
People that need something to have nothing
People that are starving
People that don't look like you
They also deserve to merry this Xmas
Refugees stranded need a merry Xmas too
The orphanage need one too
Your poor neighbour deserve one too
Yes your poor labourer deserve it too
Your dying sick foreigner deserve one too
So spread your gift beyond boarders
And stop some families out their from
An empty plates on an
empty tables for Xmas
Help Change their
Black Christmas
It was 1942 on the Kokoda Track
And the Diggers were holding the Japanese back
Keith Irwin of the 2/2 nd battalion was in a slit trench
With a mate alone, dirty and fully drenched
They had the jungle in the back
And the Japanese in front marauding as a fact
It was Christmas but not for these Aussie men
Nearer to Hell than Heaven it was for them
They heard a noise from behind that put them on alert
When challenged they heard the following retort
It’s only me the padre don’t worry about a thing
As he popped into the slit trench with some rustling
I’m Padre Cox from the 49th as he opened his communion set
And he brought out the wine from the inside of it
The Good Lord won’t mind it if we took a swig each
On this his day when other celebration is out of reach.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Christmas is the one time when we can safely dig deep into our memories,
Looking for pearls instead of lemons,
The one time we dare to hope for a different outcome this year,
Where children actually come first,
And tears more often come from a place of joy,
It is a time where online searches are for digging up friends from the past,
And finding bad memories to delete.
It is a time when we spend more time seeking fellowship,
And less on trying to sink the ship,
It is a time when we move into the light,
But are careful not to hog the limelight.
Christmas is the one time when we look to the past,
For the good deeds of others,
So we can tell their mothers,
It is a time when Open homes replace the for sale sign,
With a bottle of the best wine.
Remembering the past at Christmas could make life divine,
Give you a Dickens of a time,
And thoughts mostly sublime,
You may even find an extra line,
To add to this rhyme,
As on your past you dine.
Santa Claus took from the NON-for Profit
" people who wish to marry fund"
to support his gift giving campgain.
Santa who doesn't eat Venision
heard that the "rights of Modern Men"
were sponsoring a Four Meat supper
to raise money for the
" People who wish to marry fund"
he asked one question, " are they serving Venision?"
the fella said yeah, and taters and yams, and those
sweet, sweet taters. " Oh yeah said Santa,
them po' (Bleeps) gonna learn. "Bife for the We-if"
"not sear the deer". "Things their mothers have done, don't they
know better" " "They have a treasurer who drinks don't they"
"the fella said they sure do boss!" "they sure do!" Santa told him
that summa (beep) is gonna look foolish when
he finds the gift I'm leaving him"
then he got on his sleigh and flow away.
when he returned,(two days later)
he just smiled and said "Christmas is saved!"
and everyone went back to work cheering for Ole Santa!
When asked, "what did you leave the fella for Christmas?"
He told him, " I left the (beep) absolutely nothing"
"I farted in his face when I walked by him sleeping"
And this one is quite the same...
So the kinfolk has gone off...
Does it matter?
No.....
Just ease over to the next town....
Where's a cracker barrel
Or sisters of the south
.....and feast away
Thanksgiving day....
An epic feast...
The following day is the first day if the Christmas season...
Not black friday
Wish everyday was Christmas
The love in this season
Is so awesome
People caring for each other
Is so beautiful
Shops of gifts
Packed with crowd
Young and old
All walking out the door with
Gifts for their love ones
Oh wat a moment
Dinner every one together
Some family member travel miles
Back home to see love ones
Oh wat a moment
I love this season
I love the white snow at December
I love the little chilling cold weather in Africa at December
Oh this season Is so blessful
Like I
Wish everyday was Christmas
Mary
Three hundred million years elapsed with black skies
Three hundred million more went on in gray
Then one day a tepid dawn came on with brilliant light
Distinct rays or beams of light broke through the clouds
A tiny sliver of cloudy blue shot through, contrasting on the gloom
In a sudden revelation of life and light, the sky broke open
The gown of the heavens turned vivid white and powder blue
Colors of the rainbow exploded on the land
The blue of sky, the white of clouds, are in fact the gown of Mary
She glided down and gently touched the oceans of the earth
When Mary reached the land she treads on serpents heads
With her naked foot she crushed them dead
She had a baby just in time for Christmas, like a perfect virgin
The timing could not be more precise
At Christmas time she had the baby Christ
One day I hope to call Him Dad
When Satan leaves the land and all is done
Then I will sleep in Mother Mary’s arms in peace
According to the plan
The greedy should not go,
Should not go to poetry parlour
Where words are intoxicating
Like ethanol in the vein.
There ritzy rhythms rival rhythms
In thrilling forms and fancies
Like wares for christmas sales
Arresting patrons’ attention with charm.
He that is greedy stay clear
Lest you suffer constipation
Only the contented can survive
The temptation of poetry parlour
He is just a super cook
Whose dishes often taste candy
His recipe measures to satiate
Burger king in the house.
To everyone he has the taste
His page provides for old and young
Who does not know here
That Russell pens for all ?
Lights of the city are twinkling across
arches of the rivers and shining down
as if to illuminate the jolly path
of the old man known as Father Christmas-
Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick
tonight tumbling onto the rooftops -
clattering down many smokeless chimneys
carrying his velveteen sack of gifts.
Santa forget my gifts this year-I'd rather
you give them to someone in need.
Bless some child and teach him to smile.
Take my abundance and feed the hungry-
wrap them up tight in my down feather coat.
My wish is that they hear the music I hear-
find their voice and sing "Silent Night".
I'll be their harmony and their strength.
Sinterklaas-take the afflicted and allow
the Lord to make them whole once more.
Don't let them flounder or look backwards.
Dry their eyes and show them the light
of a vibrant future-a hopeful dawn.
Let a merry Christmas be mine to share
with every jingle of silver bells
and the richest fragrance the yuletide brings.
While boughs and tinsels glide on trimmings
along a fireplace by the hall, the lemon-drop scent
of pine thrills : the air is cold; hearts are warm.
December night catches a sliver of merriment
from the grace of its jewelled cheer, as the blend
of white and gold weaves the lane of a city
shimmering with joy.
The stage is set for a baby-in –a- manger,
cuddled in thin wafers of hay, more tender
than lambs’ flesh, more bright than Magi star
bathing moist lilies from which they are grazed.
‘Tis a holyday of gratitude, when remnants
of the past are erased to cleanse trespasses,
in the name of mercy. For now, eve’s candles
slowly baptize the miracle of enlightenment
much richly praised.
Christmas Epic Poem, Leonora Galinta
by nette onclaud
NO YOU!!!
No new you day
That i celebrate
No chocolate love
Or heart to give away
No love that's free
Just love that fades
No first of spring
Nor smiles that shine
And sun to sing
When hearts rejoice
No love that rain
Just smiles that gloom
No anniversary with in the month of June
But Just what i felt
Something true
Yet your thoughts makes today an ordinary day
No summer time
No warm July
No candles 2 light d tend February night
No laugh that's green
No pinky swear
Not even time for us to walk d world as one
No screams and shout
That let wrath out
Nor time to hug each other in fear
No Christmas tears
No me and you
And prayers that brings you to life
Cos i wouldn't call 2 say i loved u
Nor text to say i ever care
And i mean it from d bottom of my heart!!
Him
I have walked among the stars.
As humble hope has risen in my heart.
Will she let me kiss her?
Will I pass the sacred test?
Should I bring her flowers,
To soften up her heart?
What if she denies me?
Can I endure the pain?
Should I try to closely hold her?
Or start with a kiss, gently lain.
Should I stare into her eyes?
Will she become mesmerized?
Will she let me hold her, in my aching arms?
Will she let me closely worship her smiling charms?
Should I spy a smudge to wipe from upon her cheek?
Then quickly lean in, to capture what I so desperately need?
Should I sneak my arm around? Or is that too cliché?
We can hardly look each other in the eye… too shy, too shy, too shy.
Her
First kisses are the hardest that is plain to see.
For we were both twenty-five and had not ever been kissed.
So I just grabbed my nerdy love, and beat him to the kiss.
I could wait no longer… or it might have been Christmas!
Four months later we were married, yes, that is true.
And I did the proposing… so again… what is new?
Thank Goodness the love was true.
Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path,
so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope,
or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams,
nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy
of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes,
a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion
with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve,
solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts
the Almighty exhumes,
A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote,
a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless,
his vanity enemy's threat consumes,
an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered
by an indefatigable knight ,
an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly,
one at least his assault maroons,
J.A.B. - Part Four -
The cry's rang out all through the night.
In Moweaquas' town of sorrow.
On Christmas Eve 1932 took the joy of their tomorrows.
Pressure dropped, gas escaped, carbide hats ignited.
Their valiant search was all in vain. In prayer and hope united.
54 coal miners died that day. Fathers, sons, and brothers.
My grandpa Dowd was one of them.
Leaving five kids and my grandmother.
Ending the era of carbide lighted hats in all U.S. coal mines.
A heavy price they had to pay. The rules weren't changed in time.
Mining ceased in that little town. None left to work or labor.
A monument placed with all names traced.
CHRISTMAS MOURN remembered forever!