Nicholas Poems - Poems about Nicholas

Nicholas Dandridge

I will try to help u know poetry
Poetry is therapeutic
Can be prose or drama
If u want prose and drama on it

Poetry, Prose and drama
The 3 kinds of Literature
Prose is our everyday talks
Drama is a play, radio or television

Poetry conveys our feelings
Poetry is a different variation of Rhythms, tone or sounds
Poetry gives us an idea
Poetry is

A Tribute To Nicholas Winton

The world could use more people like Nicholas Winton
Living to the age of one-hundred-six is amazing, but what he did to save hundreds of children from certain death will leave you stunned
A kind compassionate man from England and a stockbroker by trade
As Hitler and his war machine just before the start of world war two

Nicholas, My Clever Grandson

The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely the wrong way around.
 
Yet all is part of being loving
to a newborn child. Sometimes
I get the weird, unworldly feeling
that

Nicholas Cage

Award-winning actor Nicholas Cage -
“Cappola” he was born with. “Cage” is for stage!
He made a quest to find the Holy Grail.
No news of that; it must have been a fail.

Emagi Moore St Nicholas

Marianne Moore 'SAINT NICHOLAS'
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Saint Nicholas

St. Nicholas was a right merry ol’ soul
Making children happy was his entire life's goal,
With a pack full of toys
For all good girls and boys
For centuries, his dedication we extol. 

Written November 27, 2022

Saint Nicholas, the Bishop In Red

A little girl approached her mother and said to her one day
"Santa Claus is not real, that's what all my friends say"
 Her tears began to well up and she started to cry
And said "Mommy, Is Santa Claus real or is he a lie ?".

Her mom was taken aback that she'd been put to the

Hurricane Nicholas

trees lift up their skirts
curtsy to storm Nicholas 
slug back in armour

9/14/2021

The Nicholas Trim 2 Years a Poet Celebration Poem

* I wrote my first poem 2 years ago, to celebrate, I've written this poem where I've stole my own rhymes from my own poems and morphed it all together enjoy

I'm a quick wit picnic with sick tricks mentally
a fantastic acrobatic doing spins and splits physically

but there's always more too learn
and more wood too burn
big

Introduction To the Poet

Hello. I am a 20 year military veteran with a service connected disability and I don’t work. 
I was born in a very small rural town with one general store that still had a kerosene pump next to a gas pump. Moving closer to the city I had more friends besides my brother, but when

Nicholas Nick Trim

People called "Nicholas" that actually use the whole word as their name, 
I bet they're not worth knowing. Issues clearly.

People that shorten it to "Nick", 
overlook the fact, 
it's literally a nasty sound, ick ick.

That's why I'm Trim, always Trim, or Trimmer,
Trim Trimmer,
chicken dipper rimmer.

Nameisms on Facebook make me a victim,
a pain inflicting victim Nick

From St Nicholas

December’s the month all the children hold dear.
It’s getting close, the time it draws near.
You’ll peep out the curtain out through the window.
Awaiting the sleigh bell ring, and the first Christmas snow.

Where will he land with his sleigh and his deer?
I know it is magic, this one night of the year.
When all children are equal,

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas

Who's the big fat reddest suit
the children shout excited.
Who'll take presents from his bag
and hand them proof enlighted.

Who shouts ho
fat ho fat ho
Laughs for children
brash and brough.

Cracks the whip of Christmas Spirit
Beckons kids to sit and stare at.
Fuels the weir for Christmas wishes.
and calls communion Saint Nick Merrit.

JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS

Tribute: Brother Lawrence Aka Nicholas Herman

Europe claims a lengthy list of lusty wars
One graced the Church with Brother Lawrence
A giant of a man, hated being dishwasher and cobbler
At a large monastery in Lorraine, France

After the Thirty Years War, intimacy with Jesus
Made him forget every pain, his lame leg, isolation
As he came to know and see Grace face to face
Practising God's

St Nicholas

A little girl said to her mother one day
"Santa's not real, that's what my friends say"
Her tears welled up and she started to cry
And said" Is he real or is it a lie ?".

Her mom was shocked that she had been put to the test
And decided telling the truth would be for the best
She thought

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