Gingerbread Poems - Poems about Gingerbread

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chunks of dirt mingle with the bread.
cinnamon wafting in the wind.
a house of sugary bliss,
a promising deal of sweet paradise.

shoveling savories like a last meal--
bellies rising like dough,

suddenly shoved into a scalding scene.
outsides on fire,
insides igniting--
charred little children, 
burnt sugar lingering on their tongues.

Gingerbread Village

Gingerbread village is my go-to Christmas place
Red and white stripes give it a festive look.
Strings of blinking lights uplift me in a December way.
Gingerbread houses loaded with gumdrops are smiling.
In the sky are a dove, an angel, and a magic hot air balloon.
Magic oozes into my pores, as I parade down Gingerbread Lane.
Nothing has ever

A Gift From Germany

Our Christmas traditions ...
They came across the sea,
From the old, old towns
In the heart of Germany 

Sugar and spice - filled
Were the gingerbread men,
Cut by hand ... carefully 
As was the tradition then

A wooden nutcracker guards
In a frosted windowpane,
To keep away evil spirits ...
Out wandering down your lane

And, the advent calendar 
Which hung on the

Mouse Decorates Gingerbread House

I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house
It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse.
He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”.
You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy.

I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card.
I gave him

gingerbread man named Preacher

I walked into biology class and there was a gingerbread man.
Take a seat! He said sternly “whenever you can.”
Some of us were stunned. Where was our teacher?
That is my business, he said, reading our minds. My name is Preacher.

Preacher! What kind of name is that for a teacher?
I began to snicker, but even smiling is

GINGERBREAD MAN II

Run, run
Lil gingerbread man
Run, run
As fast as you can
You look so yummy
And gooey too
That's why all the kids
Want to eat you
So, run, run
Lil gingerbread man
Run, run
As fast as you can

GINGERBREAD MAN I

Gingerbread man
Gingerbread man
Please come to life
Gingerbread man
Gingerbread man
You're fill with spice
Open your eyes
That twinkles so bright
Gingerbread man
Gingerbread man
Please come to life

Cinnamon Gingerbread Horse

cinnamon gingerbread horse with a happy high hey
I feel you are clopping particularly fast today
with your lovely mane and your blaze so beautifully gray
we cannot catch you as you run swiftly away

Gingerbread Red

Gingerbread red
Poem started may 24, 2022

Blood marks the spot
Just follow the red dot 
Let’s play a game
I don’t think it has a name 

X marks the spot
On your wrist that day
Another buried treasure 
Slowly washing away

It wasn’t your first time
And it wouldn’t be your last
“X marks the spot”
It’s etched into my past

Dad dropped us home

Prettiest Gingerbread House

Gingerbread houses have been pretty of course
But this one is amazing, the best I have seen.
The red and white peppermint are lovely as Norse
The striped candy canes are incredibly clean.

I want to bite in, or at least tear off a chunk.
But I dare not do it, for it is perfect as is.
Uh-oh. Did something fall

The Tale of the Gingerbread Man

I had heard of a gingerbread house, but a gingerbread mouse?
This story was told to me by a liar, a scoundrel, a louse.
The gingerbread mouse was living in a cracker box – Ritz.
If anyone shook it, he would come out and have many fits.

He was determined to stay in there until Christmas day.
But the chili-eating

Home Sweet Home

My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea
Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams,
From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O
Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red,
My doors and floors made of graham cracker s'mores 
And gumdrops, lollipops and candy-coated rooftops.



(December, 6th, 2022)

Holidays Alone

Happy scents of gingerbread drift
Out from windows covered in snow.
Lights flicker and twinkle
Inside houses filled with
Dancing and stockings,
Amidst the joy of another
Year complete and the warmer
Season promising to come.

Although for some,
Loneliness permeates this festive cheer.
Odourless and invisible, a
Nativity wilted with presents unwrapped.
Every year a reminder.

Gingerbread Cottage Choses Tenants

gingerbread cottage was waiting for the right family
their kids were too loud
there was no discipline
this was not happening
she showed them her meanness
this family ran out screaming

why are you so picky? realtor asked after they had left
next couple was too old, stodgy, set in their ways
she was irritated that they were still alive, let alone looking

The Gingerbread Man

The dough rests 
In the small fridge 
Rolled out by the baker 
She has worked hard now 
But the job’s not done yet 
Cutting the shape 
Then in oven to bake 
Out pops a plate of men 
Gingerbread just get a whiff of them 
Ginger, molasses, golden brown, crisp 
Who’ll be the first to get

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