Christmas Sadness Poems | Examples
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The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
In countless countries, civilians are apprehended en masse
They are under sporadic and constant bombardments
Brigands violate the rules and the Ten Commandments.
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
They are under sporadic or constant bombardments
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Bandits violate the rules and the Ten Commandments
In countless countries, citizens are incarcerated en masse
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Christmas joy it brings to some and sorrow falls on others
Families gather together, while loneness over comes another
Smiles on the children’s faces, and frowns on the empty places
New Year’s promise a new life for some, yet it ends a life for one
Christmas brings the star yet it also leaves a scar
One greets his new guest, while another gets depressed
We sleep in the dark, he sleeps in the park
Christmas brings joy and sorrow, I hope for a better tomorrow
"A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” Agatha Christie
Beautiful Sadness
I raised my little girl from birth
And through the years her special mirth
Has brought such joy, now I'm aware
Of things we may no longer share.
It breaks my heart she's moved away.
My quiet tears are shed each day
For when I see a youth like she
I recall how things used to be.
My grandchild too that I miss so
She's seven, growing fast I know,
Maybe Christmas we all may meet
And it will be a special treat.
A beautiful sadness will remain
Until I see them both again.
7-20-19
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019-
Melancholy- Poetry Contest~Third Place~
Sponsor Dear Heart
3. Beautiful Sadness
Jubilant shoppers scamper down the street
looking for super sales on Christmas Eve.
And holiday smiles greet all friends they meet
feigning they’re in a hurry to leave.
It was snowing to everyone's delight
and the people were friendly and cheerful.
Then I saw something that didn't look right
and my mood changed from jolly to tearful.
A beggar and his dog shared a bedroll
snuggling up close, attempting to stay warm.
And it was plain; cold had taken its toll
yet together, they'll survive this storm.
I've never seen such beautiful sadness
true love, amid this indulgent madness.
(Sonnet)
Dec. 31, 2018
Beautiful sadness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Although the holidays can be a festive time…it can also be a time when we’re reminded of the precarious and fragile nature of life…a time we remember those not celebrating with us this year…a reminder of how our life is changed without them…It’s not that we will stop celebrating…only that our celebrations will never be the same…
A death leaves us forever somber…
surrounded by a cloud….
It’s not that we will never laugh again…
we’ll just never laugh as loud…
It must be written on the wind,
those ancient prophecies
of time immemorial and its hymn,
repeating the rise and the fall
of spring rain and summer dew
floating in the fallen leaf hues;
here it comes again in fall of rain
hazy torrential downpour streams
pumpkin and chrysanthumum dreams
with color palettes indiscrete
crimson reds and festive oranges
faded greens and yellowed brown beats;
slipping into shadows of midday gloom
and the quiet stillness of the autmn fall
where neither sun nor flower bloom
ready now for winter sleep
as all life rests in momentary pause
in wait of thanksgiving and Christmas treats;
in the solitary seasons hush
memory recalls the times long gone
as nature paints the earth with its newest brush.
A month ago I sat in class
in a New England School for boys
Now, I'm in a bomber group
Adjusting to the noise
I made plans for Harvard
A doctor, I would be
Then my life would turn
In a way I didn't see
The war was on in Europe
We saw in the press
But, 18 days before Christmas
we were pulled into the mess
Future plans were put aside
Our country we'd support
We'd forget all of our future thoughts
We'd join, though not for sport
We signed up down in Boston
Young men flyers, soldiers all
Preparing for a battle
Many would not live till fall
We thought not of our future
Our present, all we had
Many dead by Christmas next
The thought is truly sad
You do not what you want to
But, what needs to be done
You go from boy to man so fast
You've barely walked...now run
Think back on those who made it
Remember who did not
Young men they are forever
They deserve a longer thought
The air is pure and holy
It is scattered with young souls
Boys, now men who went to war
And put aside their goals
Today is Christmas past 12/26
Depression seems to be ever circling me like a shark in the deep wanting to devour me with one bite.
It has been years since I felt happy. Can't even remember when i have really felt happiness. I fake it, but
I know everyone KNOWS...
They know....some know because they feel the same way.
Others know because they are happy and know I am not.
They read my fake smile like a lie detector or life detector.
With all good there is an equal bad side effect it seems. Ever noticed that?
I love animals and they are so sweet. but right now the cat box i just cleaned is stinking so bad to gag me.
I just emptied it today also.
If I paint craft items which I love; I get paint on my shirt or the couch. Never fails.
Just a couple of examples of the good bad distribution of life events.
Babies are so precious but they cry, keep us up at night, poop etc. God forbid if they have some illness....
then things happen.
unexpected things.
like lose my health.
Lose health, lose money, lose job, possibility of lose family.
Gain sadness.
My birthday, Ur Christmas, His death
Toe to toe, heals to floor, fallen with missed steps
The 21st day of September
9th child of birth, must be hell for her to remember
Then again, maybe she's happy
Living life rejoiceful, sitting on the same doorstool
Bless the heart of this poor fool
That was my birthday, this is ur Christmas
As if holidays were forgotten
Seems these passing noels only could kiss us
Perhaps that's good enough
Besides, this is coming from a child
Whom never understood himself
Circling thoughts, is he abandoned
Is he still a follower of ur Christ
Temperatures heated
No longer do I lay immortal on melting ice
Recieve your gifts, for misery will never decieve this myth
That's Ur Christmas, this is his death
First weekend of April, last sunday of February
Love me! I'll wed you, then be buried
I've become fond of you
But I'll never miss this burden I've carried
Granted no sins, no chances to win
In this failing day, I'm so eager to attend
Ur son, my mothers child, have my coffin rest on another isle
My brother I knew little of you
But I miss your smile
This was my birthday, Ur christmas, His death