Christmas Missing Poems | Examples
These Christmas Missing poems are examples of Missing poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Missing Christmas poems written by international poets.
Everything was ready for Christmas Day.
New toys were wrapped for the children to play.
We had all decorated the Christmas Tree.
Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully.
The stockings were hung.
We had rehearsed carols to be sung.
We were all snug in bed.
The children wishing it was morning instead.
When suddenly Father ran out in the snow.
For what, we could not guess and did not know.
He brought in a plant and hung it over the door.
Soon he was back in bed and had started to snore.
What did he get that was missing?
Big brother said Father must have been dreaming of kissing.
Ah now we all know,
It was mistletoe.
Merry Christmas to all- We are having a good night.
in every pack of pistachios there are
one or two shells which are resistant to
the fingernail the addictive leverage
the satisfying splitting apart
you put them aside and save them for later
meanwhile pick, click, chew and finally
return to the awkward ones
refusing to yield their treasure
curse them go ahead curse them you won't
be defeated, you will solve their riddle
you will break their will
maybe they can be persuaded
by tiny hammer or rolling pin
we don't have a rolling pin
but don't we have a nutcracker somewhere
there was one at christmas, and
something else happens more wine
a movie some family business and the
two nuts stay on the edge of the table
waiting to be splintered or just tossed in
the trash in the cold morning light
Missing you is like missing a shot,
It's so very painful because everyone puts the blame of you,
It's been a little over 2 years since,
July 3, 2021,
You were able to see my mom get married again,
Though you weren't sitting in a chair down with us,
And you didn’t know how to use technology,
But I don't think you have electronics up there,
It was sad because you had died the day before the wedding,
Missing you is like missing a heart,
While being torn apart,
It had always been a discussion,
As you were not doing well,
I bet your lonely because you left everyone behind,
Your husband misses you most,
But I think we’ll all be surprised if you don't see him again before christmas,
Missing you is like missing my home.
As I remember
some other Christmas,
tonight frosted lips
ache for us by the
hearth, where you still melt
upon my heart —
how you entered
my lifetime with
childhood love,
Winter's first ~
verses in
aged kindling
...how the
staid fire's
long
One day you were sadly taken away
So extremely ill you were, you couldn't stay
I could not be with you, Covid was rife
For three months I missed the love of my life.
I feared the worst, then heard it was sepsis
You were riding a storm, I was in bits
Only got to you when chances were slim
But you were strong and you never gave in.
It was lonesome without you for so long
Specially that Christmas, it felt so wrong
Friends and family kindly rallied round
Without you, joy in my heart couldn’t be found.
You walked the storm, were led to still water
Prayers were answered, by our supporter
Then came the day that you were returned home
No longer was I at home all alone.
It wasn’t simple, ‘twas a mountain to climb
You slowly improved, few steps at a time.
I thank the medics, so skilled and so kind
Through it all, you were always on my mind.
He decorated their small tree-
as done in prior years,
and finished like he had before;
but, this time- with sad tears.
You see, he did it all alone,
now gone- since back in May;
her death, so unexpected then-
took his dear wife away.
Their son and family- too far
in miles to travel there-
their busy jobs kept them away-
not that they did not care.
No gifts beneath their old-time tree;
no dinner now to eat-
he wishes she could be with him-
his life- now incomplete.
How could this happen- he's alone
this sacred Christmas Day;
if just today was shared once more-
before she went away.
Alone on Christmas Day, the tears
slide down each rugged cheek;
in a dim room, by candlelight-
he and his musings, speak.
I want to hear you breathing
Not just know that you're alive
Proximity is vital
For my beating heart to thrive
The spoken words a niceness
You won't hear me complain
But the silence in-between them
Life's invisible refrain
I want to feel you breathing
Just the warm breeze on my cheek
As you lean across to whisper
Something precious and unique
I'll smile and nod agreement
As your face it pulls away
I know you cannot be here
Yet I long for you to stay
I want to see you breathing
In the winter's Christmas light
A gift that we've been given
Amongst other gifts this night
If only, in this season
When the nights draw into black,
All this distance in-between us
Could draw breath to bring you back
Oh Christmas Angel, fly to me
And rest upon my Christmas tree
On high atop the branches green
Your grace to decorate the scene
With memories of years gone by
Of those we miss gone to the sky
Please send our love in every way
As we prepare for Christmas day
Oh Christmas Angel bathed in light
To guide us on this Silent Night
In gratitude for what remains
We share, yet not just earthly gains
For love the gift is one that keeps
Though often wisdom of it sleeps
And yet it shines in joy sublime
Especially at Christmas time
Another Christmas Day will soon be here again,
It used to be my favorite time of year.
Now it's not as much fun
Celebrating for one,
When the one I'd like to share it with's not here.
I sent out some Christmas cards and got a few,
And email greetings pour in every day.
It's so good to hear
From friends and loved ones far and near
And to read the cheerful things they have to say.
But over in the corner where a tree should be,
Now there just sits an empty rocking chair.
But when I close my eyes
I can still visualize
You sitting knitting socks no one could wear.
I'll listen to some carols on the radio,
Have some egg nog and a slice of warm mince pie.
Andy Williams, et al,
Help me fondly recall
The happy memories of Christmases gone by.
I made out a wish list like I do each year,
Jotted down a lot of things, then crossed them through.
There's no need to make a list,
For Santa knows that all I've wished for
Is to spend another Christmas Day with you.
In memory of my friend's mama who passed away recently. My deepest condolences and prayers. Hugs and love.
Oh mama, I miss you
By Michelle Morris
13/12/2022
Oh mama, I miss you
I wish that you were here
It's my first birthday and Christmas
Without your love and care
I know it seems selfish
To want you back right now
'Cos you were in pain
You needed Heaven's power
You're resting up with God
His angels and our ancestors
You're up there with souls
Who've learned so much already
Could you impart some wisdom
A way to navigate this mess
Our lives are so very complicated
Even though we try our best
You can see I'm really trying
But sometimes it's pretty tough
I want to curl up in a ball
And forget that I have to get up
I'm grateful for my family
Their love and light helps me heal
But I still miss your essence
With every single part of my being
Oh mama, I miss you
Each and every day
This winter is so much colder
Without you warmth and grace
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I still smell the chicken you used to cook
A special recipe from your handwritten book
During this merry-making time of the year
You are the first one to bring us near.
I still hear the song you used to sing
In the corners of the room it's echoing
Like those cold mornings you wake us up
To drink hot chocolate in half-filled cups.
I still see you dancing by the Christmas tree
Wearing your warm smile, sweet as it can be
I thought the happy moments would last
But time is fleeting, it moves too fast.
This is the first holiday you are not here
It will never be the same starting this year
Not a fireworks display can make us feel
The good old days this pandemic steal.
Two words on Christmas morning
No punctuation or cute emojis
Just the simple, seasonal greeting and nothing more
Perhaps, there were watchful eyes nearby
A potential cause for caution, question or inquiry
Perhaps the words were typed in haste, or on the run for fear of forgetting
Before those busy hours and minutes of 'hustle and bustle' ticked by
Seemed puzzling, no outward message on social media
No wishing of festive cheer, or sending love to family and friends from afar
Perhaps you made the long trip in person this year? After all, it has been a year of many 'firsts'
Alas, I should be grateful
Your name and notification brought a smile
Having crossed your mind in that moment
I was thought of
Perhaps missed?
Oh, the truthfulness of that will remain unknown
Still, I ponder
And at the same time, I steer my focus towards my own kinship
And will myself away from what is not mine
Nor ours
December 28, 2021
Two front missing teeth back - this year all little Ashwin wants,
No Pokémon cards, no candy, nothing else for Christmas.
December 5, 2021
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Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping cannot be duplicated.
My sister and I used to help her bake it for the holidays
Not only was it moist and sweet and tasty,
but the smell is something I dream about.
I salivate in my sleep thinking of this heavenly cake;
it was Grandma’s specialty.
In November of 1964, Grandma died suddenly in her sleep.
She was only fifty-eight.
It was a shock to all of us;
Christmas was not the same.
Life was not the same.
Some of her daughters tried to bake Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping.
She must have left out an ingredient, they thought.
They used to fight over which ingredient that might be.
They never got it right.
For fifty years they have been trying to recreate Grandma’s vanilla cake.
With little success.
Because it is missing an ingredient.
It is missing Grandma.
Misery was my food
Bitterness was my appetite
I was inserted into that relationship,
Where grieve and I had an affair.
She was all that I had
One that I truly trusted
Unfortunately,
I romantically saw her kissing my best friend,
That which was on Christmas night.
Two days after,
No words of apology were made
I became speechless,
And understood I was a mermaid.
Pain and sorrow ate my heart,
As shadows scared me with tears;
Voice of confession,
Was like confusion
O! Silently, I nodded and cry.