Nativity Poems - Poems about Nativity

Sung to the tune of "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem" Our infant school nativity, Directed by Mrs. Page, Was my first opportunity To act upon the stage. I always was an extrovert; So that appealed to me. My hopes and dreams of all the years, An actor I would be. I wanted to play Joseph, ‘Cos Mary was played by Joyce. And, of all the little...

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Where's that Bethlehem? I toiled hard to find out that It's right in my heart....

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In the Nativity, Jesus was not given space, room, For a kingly birth with velvet and silk to concord; Rejection stood aloof at the inn curbing the bloom, Holding and seeing the babe fight a harsh board. According to Matthew and Luke, this lens saw The nativity as being the genesis of Christianity - The split incarnation of Jesus...

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mary (a quiet yes) bows low as light (soft as breath) spills into her womb— a promise cradled in infinite space. joseph’s hands (calloused & trembling) grasp the weight of whispers: holy. impossible. near. caesar decrees, the world bends— roads unravel like threads on a loom. a city swells, heavy with strangers searching for shelter, for place, for peace. (no room) (no room) (no room) until a manger beckons, humble...

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All was well with heaven. Peace flowed like crystal water streams. Cries from the earth filled the ears of the Holy Trinity Love for the humans flooded in them as they heard their screams. The Son consented to come down, waiving his divinity. Mary said, Amen. Joseph accepted the divine call. The time of long waiting of souls seemed to...

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Sometimes, God… I see the trees, but not the forest I hear the music, but not the song I feel the ache, but not the burn Sometimes, dear God… I see the darkness, but not the dawn I hear the silence, beyond your embrace I feel what love is, but not how it stays Sometimes, precious Jesus… I see the cross, but not the...

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Poor Mrs.Lotty became so confused, But because of her age she's excused. She adores decorating. But what she is creating, Has the neighborhood somewhat amused. On Halloween she put up her trèe. There were ghosts in the nativity! Santa wore a pilgrim hat, The tree topper was a bat! None could fault her creativity. The wreath made of fall leaves on the door, Was decked out...

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You try to make them civilized and grown-up, but the words are infants, they want to crawl around and yell for a bit. You know that an eye is upon you. watching you in that whelping room where creation rearranges molecules into a planetary system of speech made of matchsticks and glue. A poem is about to be splashed, onto a speeding window of...

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Constanza Poetry Form Nativity in Piety ...

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On Nativity Night ...

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Faith in Nativity ...

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The Night of Nativity On the night of Nativity ...

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It came at the right time Just before my fragile heart Was about to burst with the largely Unnecessary stress of work Some things have to be completed The boss's demands Wielding power with no Consideration for the small man Or the small woman (not so small now actually) I think we are both tired But rules is rules They say "it's the journey, Not the destination" But the...

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Jolly Home Is where Family members and friends For the Holidays. Christmas time Joy is in the air In full force. Holy Home Love is in the air In full throttle. For the Holidays Everything is unblemished For Humanity. Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...

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