Nutcracker Poems | Examples

A Gift From Germany

Our Christmas traditions ...
They came across the sea,
From the old, old towns
In the heart of Germany 

Sugar and spice - filled
Were the gingerbread men,
Cut by hand ... carefully 
As was the tradition then

A wooden nutcracker guards
In a frosted windowpane,
To keep away evil spirits ...
Out wandering down your lane

And, the advent calendar 
Which hung on the wall,
The Christmas carols sung
In the home by one and all

Ornaments of blown glass 
And the Christmas tree ...
Born in many an old town
... A gift from Germany.

there's a bloke bringing in a six-pack of beer to watch the nutcracker

he sits in front of us with his family
nice touch but then it is evident from 
his long pig face
that there; has been some foul play

the sweet woman welcomes us before 
proceedings with a monologue of length
i stare at the seat in front of me
cake wasted and my wife brings a Coca Cola 

the bloke is the first to applaud
the introduction with idiotic enthusiasm
and his son notices and they high-five
i should have brought nunchucks  

the second half is boring
white bread stuff
my son is asleep
yawntastic

never move your eyebrows when talking

I Want To Be a Nutcracker

"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Came my announcement one day.
I won't need the strength of a linebacker
to make my chosen profession pay.

"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Grasping them tight like in a vise.
Even the big ones, I'd call a 'wacker.'
I might have to squeeze those twice.

"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Those that are ripe enough for picking.
With every blow, I'd be the attacker,
getting all the sweet meat by pricking.

"I want to be a nutcracker!"
It's a job at which I'd excel.
I'd earn the title, 'Best Nut Smacker,'
when they shout, "That hurt like hell!!"

"I want to be a nutcracker!"
I'd be picky ‘bout the ones I'd choose.
No one would ever call me a 'hacker,'
for when I'm done, there'd never be a bruise.



*Thank you, Caren Krutsinger, for graciously agreeing to allow me the use of your title.  We took different forks at the crossroad. ;-)

I Want To Be a Nutcracker

When I grow up I want to be a nutcracker my son said.
I thought he meant ballerina, was he right in the head?
It’s not because he’s a male but he simply can’t dance.
As his mother I hoped that someone would give him a chance.

I will hire him said grandma, all of my older squirrel friends will too.
Our teeth are worn out and rotten, it is so hard to chew!
He began his career at the age of twenty-two.
He opens all of their nuts with hatchets of yellow, red and blue.

A Crack At the Nutcracker

*Image of A Cedar Waxwing in Winter by The C Lab.

a crack at the nutcracker

sole *waxwing natures
crowned nomen swathed pastel fair~
seats heart hints of hues

*These birds are berry eaters and nut droppers for sustaining their future.

2022 December 07
*6th Place*
Winter Nature Themed Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 December 13

**HMS.

The Nutcracker

Too big to Crack this nut.
Too big to Crack a nut.

But leave it up to imagination.
Cosmo Star Beings and superstition.
Producing a morning prayer rumpelstiltskin.
Nut Cracked Her and sometimes you feel like 
a nut, sometimes you don't.

Old rotten owl rumpelstiltskin.
Odd and rotten in the days of the nutcracker.

Playful Nutcracker Stockings

The nutcracker stockings could not resist the urge to play
They sat silent without moving the entire long day
But at night when the lights went out,
They began to whirl twirl, twist and shout

We are the nutsies, the mighty mighty nutcrackers!
These silly humans are crazy, completely polly-wackers!
The humans heard, and two ran down the stairs.
But the stockings were fast, and they hung and gave them stares.

The humans went back up and the nutcrackers sang a song.
Footsteps on the stairs, they knew it would not be long.
The humans were bamboozled, confused, did not know what to do.
Nutcracker stockings kept them on their toes until a quarter after two.

In the Chasm of the Nutcracker

In the chasm of the Nutcracker
Shadows of urgency implode upon the stage
Dancers are cloaked by ominous fog
Mist oozing from the pleats and corners of nothingness

In the chasm of the Nutcracker
One lone pure one ballets across in magic slippers
The lightest of foot, contrasting with the rest 
They are competing but she is the one you watch

In the chasm of the Nutcracker
There appear to be hidden dangers
Selfish, greedy motives, unknown agendas
Twirling dancers conceal some anticipated evil

In the chasm of the Nutcracker
There is a cold elegance 
But a contrasting purity and innocence
I watch the dance and smile at the black snowflakes

Classical Music Tchaisky's the Nutcracker

The time of year I will listen
To a classic music by Tchaisky
I enjoy the music of the Nutcracker
My eyes closed feeling the music
Feeling the flow of the tune


This music makes me feel 
Like I am dancing across 
     the room
With my dance partner 
The Nutcracker
In a ballet dance theme
Of the Nutcracker music

Nutcracker Suite 2020

Christmas was nearing.....and yet..
These arrogant governors must be eating ,shrooms!
"We have locked the churches and schools
Now chimneys must be locked down soon!"
Their greasy hair gleamed under TV lights,
(I hated this dudes,real goons!)

" We cannot take chances with this obese, Santa Clause,.
After all,His Holiess Fauci, the CDC and the revered WHO
Stated clearly,
Santa is most assuredly a carrier of the deadly Covid, too!

Alas, the brainwashed, masked  masses, in a maelstorm of  
applause agreed.
"Righto,Santa is unmasked and might even sneeze, oh, geez!
So they got to work, boarded and chimneys up,with speed!

Sir Covid was all they thought of day and night.
It was cool though, it helped them win a fraudulent election.
               ~Where went, an honest selection?~
They were mad gods and emperors now!
Full of wine, power and incurable !insurrection...

Dreams of the Nutcracker

Dreams of the Nutcracker

When I am older, 
I will sweep you off your feet. 
I will take you from here, 
2 a land far away. 

Birds will sing, 
and no one “unkind”
will be allowed. 
There will be
pretty colored flowers, 
everywhere,
there will be fish, 
in the pond. 

When I am older, 
I will be a fireman, 
and save you from the fire. 
When I am older, 
I will be a medic, 
and heal all wounds…
When I am older I will be, 
an officer, 
a soldier, 
an Indian Chief.

When I am older, 
I will be “all” that you need. 

Until then…
Dear Lord, 
I am a small son, 
asking for Your Glory, 
Shine Bright,
on to the princess 
of my life.
 
Until 
I am older.

Nutcracker Limerick

Nutcracker ballet tickets for fun
Elegantly floating on air and sun
A great fall off the wall
Wife has a vice tis strife
Nutcracker career, hubby done!

The Nutcracker

Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker
About two and a half months ago
How was I to know on November 29th
We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow

The weather gods have conspired against me
Coz before and after that day
Temperatures been so incredibly warm
Much like the merry month of May

Must have upset those guys back when
If so I do hereby apologize
Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours
With fire shooting out of  my eyes

Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time
I'll buy them on the day of the event
And take my chances that it's not a sellout
So my time is much better spent

Is my frustration showing as I write this poem?
So ticked off, what more can I say
Don't want ever to spend that much time again
Stopped dead on a freaking highway

© Jack Ellison 2012

The Nutcracker

THE NUTCKRACKER

Did you see it
Hear it?
Balanchine’s choreography
Tschaikowsky’s music
The New York City Ballet

Speak of dancing?
Speak of music?
Neither can describe art
It must be inwardly felt – 
     color and music extrasensory

Mathematics – Geometry comes close
You    a throbbing spirit
    centered in some rectangular enormity
The whole    pounding    awareness
Swept off in dream state

The ballerina
The toe
The grace
Quintessential feminine

The whirl    inside your skull
Spinning
Round the brain
Yet    there is a wholeness    delicacy
So levitating

Can you sense the mystery –
    what flies beyond the stage –
When all comes together
In a bold tympani stroke?

Nutcracker

Nutcracker you are so fine
Nutcracker you are divine
Nutcracker standing tall
Nutcracker walk down the hall
Nutcracker standing there
Nutcracker you have white hair
Oh, fine Nutcracker

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