Christmas Work Poems | Examples
These Christmas Work poems are examples of Work poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Work Christmas poems written by international poets.
These are the toys you will need this year
It is 1959; my tv is near
Saturday morning, we’re watching cartoons
We all need perry puppet made of balloons
Mothers pick up their phones to order one
They are sold out, Christmas will not be so fun
Commercials convinced us kids in fifty-nine
Bending each eager innocent gullible mind
Commercials continue to work on me
Which is why I must turn off TV
Plum tuckered from the Polar Express,
off the rails and despairing of goody-
goody gumdrops and sweet words
that impresses many a poetic treat.
Preparation of Victorian sweets, via PC,
dreaded, droll, glorious and interminable.
I’m laughing at you, if you try, Sugar Plum.
You’ll turn colors as a longsuffering victim.
The SP Fairy, flew through the season
of peace and joy, only her tippy toes caring.
Not a fruitcake, herself, to be busy for days,
nor fuss and layer a dobosh torte for hours.
Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.
In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.
I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address its slippery angles.
You could call me obsessive
but obsessive people don’t
obsess this much.
You could call me compulsive
but the compulsive aren't
this compulsive.
All I can do is poise, balance
or swipe a little black credit card.
It’s the only magic I have.
I can’t turn bread into wine
or fish into water.
I can’t make the blind walk
the deaf to see or the lame to
taste again.
God reserves some miracles,
keeps them as close to the vest
as cards.
Jugglers work the circus,
mimes thrash to communicate,
and tightrope walkers fall.
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Songs for this:
Viva la vida by Cold Play
When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch
The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan
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How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days!
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29.mp3
they're cold but they don't judge
blue lights respond to everyone
even her, so small, hiding
in a wardrobe
tree lights are other lights
sparkling joyously, festively
it was difficult watching my own play
after her, so small, smoke filled,
never getting to play with whatever
she got under those other lights
From the Pearl of the Orient
A name was born without dent
A laureate in reticence
A paradigm beyond silence
Composer, poet and lyricist
Over four thousand songs on his list
Written and delivered so crisp
Offered to his countrymen without wisp
Love songs cited and laid for all
Men and women of good values enthrall
From the hearts vibrate with gentleness
Depths of melody blossom in tenderness
Christmas songs of the nation so immortal
Through the decades played and resonate with pedal
Pedals of piano, harmonica and instruments of love
Love for countless people cuddled in the breasts of dove
Sentiments of nationalism in his heart
Heart of a humble man from all hearts never depart
Simple life he lived with great philosophy in hand
Principles of equality and love for country so grand
Musician of leafs, so astounding in his wits
Talent beyond compare will never die in bits
His name is a pillar in the world of music
Forever a name so noble, anyone can sing with a lyric
A National Artist
A Filipino
I spy the usual overly animated party goers
Their finery makes me suddenly remember
I back away from the keyhole so others can enter
my heart leaps with happiness as I turn away
hoping the boss will not catch me before I reach the street
office Christmas parties are the worst kind of torture
At the Depot
As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn
to waiting homes no mails are borne
from the depot.
Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news
but his screwed up tabloid gives him the blues
saying 'To compromise both sides refuse,'
at the depot.
Hark! Foxes, stray cats, rats, critters all.
though humans languish, have a ball
in the depot.
On letters, parcels and Christmas boxes
little mice play, as do foxes.
Such a sight you never saw.
as stray dogs chew and rodents gnaw
in the depot.
What fleshpots in sealed parcels beckon
hungry vermin, who can reckon
in the depot?
What meaty dish, what luscious pie
teeters in a box stacked high?
No robber cries 'stand and deliver'
though many freeze and many shiver.
Phil Bloggs turns to another page
and what he reads puts him in rage
in the depot.
For guns and rockets billions go through
but for impoverished nurses barely a sou
in the ghetto.
We tossed gifts onto her desk until she was surrounded by them.
They were soon on the floors, because there was no space left
On her counters, her shelves, her chairs, her couch, her bookcase.
She is the boss; and I am sure would like us to stop.
However, we all want to get something in there,
incase she is one of those bosses that likes us accordingly.
Surely she isn’t I think as I lug in a giant gift bag of stuff.
Tough times have fallen on the North Pole
COVID-19's shrunk employer payrolls
So, the good Lord's invoked the grandfather clause
To increase the pension due Santa Claus
'Twas the night before Christmas
I had myself a beer
Brushed off my apron
It was time for cheer
After all it’s Christmas eve
Hear! Hear!
It’s so exciting
A lovely atmosphere
Light fluffy snow
Santa’s sitting here
Sipping on hot coco
He’s grinning ear to ear
Comfy in his rocking chair
And looking so cavalier
Not worried by the time
Same story every year
He waits till the last minute
Until I volunteer
To pack a lunch and
Call his every reindeer
I remind him to make haste
Grab his bag and gear
Under children’s trees
Presents don’t just appear
So much to plan and do
Fly through each hemisphere
Unless he’s thinking
Changing his career
He better quick hit the road
And best be on his merry way
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 21, 2019 for contest THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
MOTHER’S CHRISTMAS
Christmas Day
Work away
Children play
Dad asleep
Not a peep
Lazy creep
Work complete
Have a treat
Sherry, sweet
20TH DECEMBER 2019
CHARLIEKU 3.3.3.CONTEST
Good times roll
like the dice
roll sevens
Lights, sound, souls
moving free
food court near
Slot money rings
elves mouth sing
walk out broke
She handed me a shandygaff which I took to right away.
Oh, me, oh, my, I was soon drunker than a tipsy sailor,
And singing better than I had for years. Songs were coming
Out of me the way leaves come off a tree in the fall, only louder.
I was terrific at “Old Dan Tucker,”
Fantastic at “My Country Tis of Thee”,
And my “Over the Rainbow” was a contender
For the Judy Garland prize of the century.
I was amazing! I was amusing! My whit was hilarious,
I was more fabulous than I had ever been in my life,
For two seconds, but then I dropped, and fell asleep on the floor.
There was a hush for a second as people stared.
My husband carried me home.
I dreamed of my glory for hours.
My singing prowess! My keen sense of humor.
I had shown them!
Having no idea that eight people I work with
Had spiked my drink “thinking it would be funny”.
And amusing? Luckily, two sips put me down before
I died of alcohol poisoning.
I was out for eleven hours, because I do not usually drink.
So thanks co-workers, for helping me miss the entire
Stupid Christmas party.
Back next year? What would be the point?
kids eager to help
assorted cookie cutters
christmas taking shape
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on June 7, 2018
A session with my chiropodist
Is an occasion not to be missed.
We speak of recipes and cruise ships
And other folks' relationships
And pension plans and how to lose weight
And allergies and things we hate
And Christmas plans and hip replacements,
And politics and financial statements,
And things from childhood we remember,
Like scaredy cats on the fifth of November
And what it takes a woman to please
And whether "feet" run in families.
We talk of restaurants we have found
And matters equally profound.
Is vegetarian or vegan best
And how to handle a telephone pest ?
Am I a Remainer or for Brexit
And what to do to try and correct it ?
And what do we make of Donald Trump,
A breath of fresh air or just a chump ?
The whole world sorted in half an hour
If Debbie and I were given the power.
And when we've covered our highs and lows
We'll even talk about my toes!