Crazy Holiday Poems | Examples
These Crazy Holiday poems are examples of Holiday poems about Crazy. These are the best examples of Holiday Crazy poems written by international poets.
Santa is ready for the big night,
Rudolph's red nose is really bright.
Santa's bag is toy filled,
that elf is unskilled.
The ground is covered in snow of white.
Elf's are funny and cute but very small,
always asking Santa to make them tall.
He said eat lots of fish,
as you make this tall wish.
Santa gave them all a new red ball.
The Elf's wanted to have some fun,
they jumped on Rudolph now run, run.
Santa wanted to kill,
all took a nasty spill.
Their crazy night of fun was done.
The thought of holidays makes me crazy;
If not planned well we will become lazy.
My mom’s face turns very red,
Seeing me always in bed.
She wants me to be like a fresh daisy!
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy;
All play and no work is not a wise ploy.
Balance between work and play
Drives monotony away.
Joy is yours, this trick if you well deploy!
2024 is coming,
that futurity is guaranteed.
Can you feel it coming?
There’s magic in the air.
I’m excited, as if someone put euphorics in my breakfast cereal.
“Tonight,” Lisa said, twirling before her oblong moon mirror, “we’re going to show them we can dance!” “We are,” I agreed.
“I wish I were going,” 14-year-old Leeza sighed.
“2028,” Lisa promised, now modeling an alternate dress, “You, me, crazy-town.”
Liza groaned. I remember being 14, patience is an infinitely dull tool.
“How does this look?” Lisa asked, stopping to stand tiptoed and simulate wearing heels.
“You’ll look like wrapped candy,” I assured her.
Glamor is alive and well this New Year’s eve.
Happy New Year Everyone!
I hope you all have fun.
The spruce boughs looks so much larger once we get inside,
green needles trickle to the ground, a slow and steady tide,
so tall and stately you’d not know it had a bumpy ride;
even bare it is quite a sight,
the tree looks quite sublime at night.
The lights go first in their circuit, and not those plain, white ones,
but colors just a bit garish, they’re always much more fun,
a star on top so the Wise Men can’t miss the Blessed Son;
silver tinsel reflects the light,
the tree looks quite sublime at night.
The ornaments from boxes old, brought out once more to play,
silver balls and crazy Santas, angels with their wings splayed,
ones we made in Kindergarten, they too will have their day;
golden garlands wrap it up tight,
the tree looks quite sublime at night.
Candy canes give the kids a treat (They never eat them all!),
the dog looks on and cocks his head, then curls up in a ball,
fire flickers and shadows meld with light against the wall;
beats back the pall of winter’s blight,
the tree looks quite sublime at night.
My toughest tests are over,
and now that things have slowed,
I find myself quickly sliding,
into Christmas vacation mode.
IIt’s a shame you’re not with us,
everywhere we go,
because we could pretend,
that there was mistletoe.
A chorus, In the food court
asked, “Mary did you know?”
And the mozzarella, on my pizza,
seemed a symbolic snow.
The traffic to the mall was CrA-crazy,
the Uber moving glacially slow,
what we could have done, with that wasted time,
would have been sublime - under some mistletoe.
With my agenda slack, I’m almost packed,
I’ve got a thistle of something stowed.
And one of the things it will be swell to delve,
are the licentious uses of mistletoe.
Goodbye, goodbye
Beautiful month of August,
Goodbye sweetness,
My sweet vacation,
My beautiful wanderings
Goodbye girls and girls
Winning smiles,
Goodbye, goodbye
Pretty blueberries
On the crazy tongue,
Goodbye, goodbye
Beautiful month of August,
You’re going back to school,
Girls, sweet fruits,
My sweet holidays,
Good bye, good bye,
Crazy youth,
Here is the autumn,
Goodbye, goodbye
Beautiful month of August,
If love still
Warm my heart,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Beautiful month of August,
Goodbye my misfortunes,
Good bye, good bye,
Beautiful month of August,
Apricots and strawberries,
I have no doubt
When I think to you.
What this life full of competition,
A simple fault could result to miserable condition,
In the world's race of perfection,
Calmness and steadiness is no more a perception.
Be a part of this race,
Or apart from this race,
Either by yourself or others.
Oh the maker, please bless everyone some time for themselves,
To let live human and not machine,
Some time to stare and look at crazy and beautiful things.
Time is less to explore and ace the stage,
Fortunate get the pleasure of both,
Oh the maker, bless time to those unfortunates
Green Fruit
In the jar,
the cucumbers are pickling.
Grandma put them there,
days ago.
Slowly...
They are getting more tart,
more smart,
and will fart,
before the end.
What?
I love pickles,
they make me smile.
They make my taste buds go pop.
I love the really vicious ones,
that leave you touching your tongue
to the roof of your mouth,
for at least ten minutes too.
Those are the hot ones.
Grandpa calls them, "fire in a jar".
Fancy fruits put away
for another day,
barely make it through today...
if I am around.
Just saying.
Pickles.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay
It’s Happy Mother’s Day
Mom stays in bed all day
while we all swing and sway
We serve her brunch in bed
not much to munch, it’s Bad!
Then we break all the dishes
and feed the cat goldfishes
We go outside and play
in a big lightning storm
The baby’s electrocuted
Ha-ha, can't cry now, he’s muted
Into the basement we sneaked
to take an illegal peak
at crazy dad’s latest experiment
Mom's wedding ring's now rubber cement
Time to take Mom to dinner
We picked a real winner
Too bad the place closed last year
They served great pickles and beer
Well, that wraps up Mother’s Day…
'Til a tornado blows our house away
Mom cries uncontrollably
~ Thanks for the memories
Passover’s month is the New Year
for Israelite Kings
I know that seems like
a crazy thing… but back in the day
Jews used to date
the start of a king’s reign
by its proximity to Nisan
the month Passover’s in…
So, if a king was crowned
a week before Nisan began
By Passover he was in the second year
of his reign’s lifespan…
Now if you’ve always thought of Nisan
as the first Japanese-American car
Well, here’s this poem ~ and there you are
All mums are superheroes,
Yes we know.
We have four eyes, arms and legs.
Keeping everybody happy,
And listen to all the complains,
Giving solutions to your problems.
But sometimes superheroes,
Also need a break from reality.
And she wants to go on holiday.
Laying lazy on a hammock,
Sipping on an exotic drink.
While a soft breeze plays with,
Her grey hair.
And sunrays kisses, soothes her wrinkled skin.
With her eyes closed, she listens to the whispering
Of the wind, singing her a special melody.
For all those times she felt so lonely.
When she had to play nurse until late at night.
Or an attorney, when her child was bullied.
Domestic worker, cleaning up behind everyone,
Teacher to figure out what is one plus one.
For all those times, she was fighting against,
The monsters that want to destroy a happy home.
Or the times she was crying alone.
Hiding where no one can see,
She is not that strong.
So next time mum sounds crazy,
Humming out of tune.
Then she lays lazy on her hammock,
Sipping on an exotic drink.
It's Christmas time, and I just don't care.
About the garland, the sparkle, and the crazy fanfare.
The shopping, the gifts, and all of the treats,
The Christmas carols again, with those same old beats.
The Christmas tree is well lit, with decorations galore,
They're the same every year, it has become a big bore.
But what would I do without the presents and food?
I'd probably get angry, short with others and quite rude.
I'd be a big Grinch, and have no fun at all,
I'd watch them with envy, while they're having a ball.
It's Christmas time, and I guess I DO care,
I may need the traditions, with all of the flair.
Give me the ornaments, and twinkling lights,
The Gingerbread house, and the Silent Nights.
I'll enjoy the Carolers singing with glee at my door,
Bring them hot chocolate, my heart it will soar.
For I do love Christmas, no matter what I say,
I can't wait to see Santa, and that big old Sleigh.
Merry Christmas my friends, I now see it anew,
Enjoy every moment, and Good Tidings to you.
sorrow hugs my heart
fall’s breath rancid with her jeers
my esteemed neighbour
battles winter’s icy fog
to bring a fancy xmas card
See the girls on the corner
In tight tanks
And micro minis
Popping gum
Locking eyes
Driving boys wild
See the sunlight
Outline their curls in gold
Memories of youth
In the Suburban wastes
Walking the streets at night
Running with the summer moon
I roasted stuffed turkey, made candied yams,
Made holiday jello, baked pies, dirtied pans.
Made mashed potatoes to cover with gravy,
Glazed carrots and biscuits, I'm cooking like crazy.
My daughter came over with grandchild in tow,
Giving my holiday that much needed glow.
I love the holidays and gathering with family.
It's so good to see everyone gathering happily,
Laughing and joking and sharing good cheer.
I wish more would come celebrate with all of us here.