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.
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.
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
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.
She saw the train as she stepped out her car
Then ran like hell to board before doors shut
She flailed her arms and legs like crazy, but
The station proved to be a bit too far...
Her thoughts turned dark; she'd be let go for sure
What should she tell her kids about her job
She bit her lip to think of how they'd sob
How would she make ends meet, she'd be so poor
Just then she smiled and suddenly snapped to
This was a special day that she'd forgot
A holiday for which she'd so long fought
Reprieves from fate are often far too few
A Merry Christmas in July to her and you!
I died some eggs for Easter to celebrate the season.
How was I to know what would happen when, I’d leave them.
Upon the counter top they sat, drying for awhile.
When I returned, they’d come to life;
giggly, jiggly, wiggly cartoons met my eyes.
They were having a conversation; talking all at once;
Sarcastic egg pointed me out as the one who’d boiled them!
Screaming ensued that brought the neighbors; now...silence.
King of the castle
Proud and arrogant
Prowls at night
Spends days alternating
Stretching and sleeping
Following that perfect
Internal clock for feeding times
Totally content with the dullest routine
Dreading jolly interruptions
Those busy festive family rumblings
So many extra people roundabout
All that crazy horsing around
Cat goes about his business
Staying out of family politics
Pussyfooting through the minefield
As I wisely follow his lead
AP: 3rd place 2020
What does she store
In those terrible jars
Above the fireplace
They look to have crazy things
Like spider and newt eyes
What ingredients
Does she still keep around
What spells are they for
I would hate to fall
Victim to one of her curses
Turning me into a newt
This dark curse would truly hurt
Taking me down into the ground
Falling helplessly
Into a big pile of goo
Nothing but newt eyes
Russell Sivey
All I want for Christmas
Is for her to fall back in lust with me
Give her the desire to unzip my pants
The way it used to be
Reignite her libido
Put passion back in her heart
Make her once more crazy
For my naughty part
All I want for Christmas
I know it sounds insane
But give to me a wife once more
Who wants my candy cane
Remove all her excuses
Take the stress out of her life
Do everything you need to do for her
To restore my horny wife
She says she no longer feels sexy
Perhaps that is my fault
But the infatuation I have for her naked body
I know I never lost
So if you could do this for me Santa
I promise I will be good
If you could make my wife ask for me
To give her a little wood
howling through tombstones
winds evoke resurrection
spirits of those passed
‘neath the orange moon
cackling heard above the gale
witch flies through dark skies
bats make their descent
terrify trick or treaters
candy corn scattered
good, bad and ugly
creatures of All Hallows Eve
prance ‘cross leaf-strewn lawns
*Entry for PD’s “Going Halloween Haiku Crazy” contest.
By Carolyn Devonshire, October 10, 2011
fields of pumpkins wait
wanting to be the chosen one
halloween faces
aspiring artists
delight with ghoulish wonder
candles flickering