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thepathetickind · 4 months

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I know I should quit these feelings, just wanted to love you, why is it so hard, was so excited about next year, but now I'm afraid I will miss you all the time

by laurenmaerie, ‘new year’s resolutions?’

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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Before Christmas

An Original Poem

Up the rooftop, feeling a pause

Was dear young Annie Claus

Her heart brimming with lots of joy

For this year she’d bring more than a toy.

Her heart was set only on you.

A love deep down she knew to be true.

Her father was asking that this Christmas she be wed

So she chose you, currently sleeping in your bed.

She dropped the chimney, landing with a thump.

A sound made you jump.

You ran from your room and towards the Christmas tree.

And there she was, standing there looking beautiful as could be.

Her fiery red hair caught your eye.

Her blue colored orbs just about made you die.

“Hey there I wish to be your bride”

She batted her eyes. Could it be true that she wanted you by her side?

“I’ve loved you for so long”

Her admission, her voice sang like the sweetest song.

“Please be mine. Say you’ll be true.”

The young Claus’ smile only grew, “All I really want for Christmas is you”

She held out a hand. You didn’t hesitate.

It was that Christmas, yours and hers wedding you did celebrate.

Every Christmas now you tell this story true.

To yours and Annie’s kids one and two.

You help Annie out with delivering gifts.

Every Christmas like a team running swift.

And every Christmas, Annie sings as you fly off together on the sleigh into the night.

“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

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southernsoliloquy · 4 months

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#merry christmas #love #original poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poems on tumblr #poets corner #poems and poetry #Christmas #christmas poem

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env0writes · 4 months

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Deciding Embers Vol.4, 12.27.23 “This Owned”

Absence makes the heart grow stronger Or forgetful And yet when your presence lacks The tension slowly slacks And draws to unbitter, unbridled conclusions Let us making this parting official Striving towards that strength

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circadeacademia · 4 months

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Let me hold onto this year a bit longer.

Let me smell the cinnamon in the air.

Let me count the bells on Christmas tree

Let me stand in the crisp air.

Let me savour the last warmth of a dying year;

In its sky, in its tree, in its water.

A long funeral awaits us —

Let me hold onto Christmas over a new year.

— circadeacademia

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calliecwrites · 4 months

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Crisis at Christmas

’Twas the night before Christmas, And up on the hill, Rudolph the reindeer Was feeling quite ill. His nose had turned green, He forgot how to fly; The elves, all a-panic, Said, “The end is nigh!” And Santa came running, All a-huff and a-puff, Cried, “All of my planning Is never enough! Oh what will we do? What a terrible sight! How will we deliver Our presents tonight?”

They called the Avengers, But they were all out; The X-Men were missing And Spidey had gout; No help for them there. They called Starfleet instead, But Captain Picard Was already in bed. Batman was busy, The Joker was drunk; “Oh what will we do?!” Santa cried in a funk, And the elves all around him Gave out a great sigh: “It’s just like we told you— The end is nigh!”

Back he ran, forth he ran, Up on the hill; All in a panic, Santa couldn’t stay still, Till, “I’ve got it!” he cried; “They won’t think it’s nice, But we can save Christmas With the help of the mice!” Mice came by the millions, Took the presents away, Put them all in the houses Before break of day, Till not a creature was stirring; And in each cosy house, There would still be Christmas, Thanks to a helpful little mouse.

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#writing #writeblr #poetry #poem #christmas poem #christmas poetry #christmas #poeticstories #twcpoetry #writerscreed

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aureentuluva70 · 4 months

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Christmas Poem

T'was a night very dark and dim,

The wind did wail and howl,

the seas did roar with fury grim,

And mournful sang the owl.

Dark clouds cloaked the starry skies,

Hindering heaven’s light,

The air was rent with sorrowful cries

That split the dreary night.

But then the wailing wind was stilled,

The awful storm did cease,

And all things on earth were filled

With a strange yet wondrous peace.

In amaze Men paused to listen,

But for what they did not know,

And wonder in their eyes did glisten

like moonlight on the snow.

Then there stirred in every mortal heart

A whisper, small and still,

Yet it pierced the soul like a fiery dart

And with wonder their hearts did fill.

Then suddenly the silence was broken

with a sound sweeter than song of bird,

for in darkness a light was awoken

and a baby’s cry was heard.

The dim-lit roads of Bethlehem

Echoed softly with that sound,

Of the newborn child of David’s stem,

And about the streets it wound.

The dark clouds faded and fled away,

And the skies were suddenly rent

With radiant light whose heavenly ray

Pierced the firmament.

Twas a star that shone in heaven high,

And Men marveled at the sight

And gazed ever upwards to the sky

Whence came that unearthly light.

And in the distance, a celestial song

from high above came streaming

like rain upon the earth, the throng

of Heaven was heard singing.

Over all the marveling world

Sang the countless, holy legions,

and their white banners they unfurled

Over all the earthly regions.

Those angels’ song like dawn burst forth,

Sure and strong and true,

To the East, the West, the South, the North,

And like a wind it blew.

In blessed music the earth is drenched,

and all desires, cares and fears,

are in one single moment quenched

as that song reaches Men’s ears.

Oh, what marvelous, divine splendor

In those angels’ hymns of delight

did pour out over all, so tender,

In glory pure and bright!

The sorrowing earth sighs with relief,

Then laughs loudly for joy,

Breaking forth into tears, not of grief,

But happiness, for that boy,

that boy, O Jesus Christ the Lord,

the Great Immanuel,

O Child Divine, O Prince adored,

Born on earth to dwell,

To dwell among the Children of God,

And to redeem them from the Fall,

to bow beneath justice's rod,

to at last save us all.

Then at last the children weary

Fall into blissful sleep

And dream of light and places cheery

In slumber buried deep.

And high above the star still streamed

upon the tranquil earth below.

Proudly it still brightly beamed

in defiance of mankind’s foe.

And then the voice was heard once more

Still and small yet clear,

And glad tidings that angel bore

in starry midnight sheer:

“Lift up your head, be of good cheer,

For behold, the time is at hand.

For Heaven’s Prince of Peace so dear

Has descended to mortal land.

A Light, brighter than any star

In a world long marred with sin,

The Son of God is born in lands afar

To save his earthly kin.

On this night is Jesus born,

The Lord of all Creation!

Weep no longer, no longer mourn

For here is Man’s Salvation!”

And thus on that marvelous night

In Bethlehem, House of Bread,

Christ was born, the Living Light,

To save both living and dead.

The veil between heaven and earth was torn

As with a shining, sharpened sword

On the night that He was born,

At the coming of the Lord.

Sing to our Lord praises undying

With the songs that angels sing,

For in that lowly manger was lying

Earth and Heaven’s King.

“On this night is Jesus born,

The Lord of all Creation!

Weep no longer, no longer mourn

For here is Man’s Salvation!”

#I wrote this just yesterday in only a couple hours which NEVER happens btw #either it takes me freakishly long to finish or I never finish it at all #but I got a surge of inspiration after listening to tolkien's Noel poem #and somehow managed to get this poem out in less than a day #that is pure divine providence let me tell you #christmas #poetry #christmas poem #christmas poetry #nativity #jesus christ #bethlehem #Christianity #christ

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flum3n · 1 year

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Snow Rose

It is 11pm and the sky is white with snow. It has been impossibly cold for two days and like a fever, the sky has broken into flakes of ice. In the flat across from me, golden lights giggle at the sight of it. My own tinsel and silver crackles across the window glass. It is a beautiful night, it will be a beautiful morning.

#meaning: purity #wrote this in ten mins ten mins ago #original poem #original poetry #christmas #snow #winter #winter poetry #christmas poetry #christmas poem #poetry #writblr #snow day #winter aesthetic

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sophthecanofsoup · 5 months

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Fireworks and mistletoe:

These things to make me happy, though

If I find no joy in all of this,

I wonder, would you spare one kiss?

#poem #poetry #poems and poetry #original poem #poems #poet #my poem #my poetry #love poems #love poem #love poetry #christmas poem #Christmas poetry #mistletoe #mistletoe poem

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thepathetickind · 4 months

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I keep on pouring my feelings out, like snow they land on the ground and pile up, for others to step on them my soft feelings are turned into snowballs, other people don’t care and throw them around, judge me by my cold façade

by laurenmaerie, cold winter eyes

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slut4poets · 4 months

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Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I had never changed homes

If I had never left my family at five years old

In a parallel universe, I was always with them

We celebrated Christmas together, distance was never a problem

Sadly, that’s not reality

I have to comfort my grandparents for something neither of us had chosen

Something that gets me in my emotions,

but was never our fault

It’s just part of something we can’t control, life likes to take its toll on the people we love most…

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rubywrite · 4 months

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Christmas Days Past

Waking up,

the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air,

A hint of something else in there.

Footsteps running down the stairs,

in hopes to catch a glimpse

of the presents under the tree.

Family gathers around,

knowing smiles.

Santa has come,

but they know who

it really was.

Children gather at the tree

in search of presents in their names.

Excitement reaches their ears,

as each gift is opened.

Everything they wanted,

was given.

Laughter rings through the air,

as the afternoon draws near.

Soon cousins and uncles will arrive,

With aunts in tow.

Dinner is being prepared

in the kitchen,

Grandma, mom, and aunts are there.

Children playing outside, in the snow

Air as cold as ice

Breath in the air,

like dragons.

Soon the feast will begin,

A prayer is said,

Then the family digs in.

Happiness is overwhelming,

With more smiles than one can count.

Holidays are special,

Because the one thing you need,

Is your family holding itself together

These moments are fragile for me

For there are many that were lost along the way,

But these precious Christmas moments shared with them

Will never be forgotten

Always living on

Through me,

And the rest of my family

Happy holidays to all.

#christmas poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #poem #my poem #own work #a few days late

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env0writes · 4 months

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Deciding Embers Vol.4, 12.23.23 “Solar Festivals”

Tis the season filled on spirits most jolly. In a bottle, you'll waddle most folly Beneath the sprigs and mistletoe, and holly Passing by crimson soaked robes, and other things -olly What's the point of it all these years Match girl dying, ice shawl and crystal tears Wreathed in evergreens; ever blues, ever fears The birth of the year ever nears So too had this season of death begun In dearth of greens and leaves soft as sun Laid to rest, by the bottle, just one Downed and drowned in sorrows before Mon’ Will there be a morning light, some proposed purpose That makes today worth all the struggle, all the fuss

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haikudan575 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas

Finally it’s here A day filled with happiness Yes, Merry Christmas.

#haiku #haiku poem #haiku poetry #poetry #poets on tumblr #merry christmas #christmas poem

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smindersonfan · 4 months

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The Night before the night before Christmas by Rose Mary Barlow in December 1966

‘Twas the night before etcetera…and all through the house

One creature was stirring, and that was NO mouse.

‘Twas Mama, with no kerchief, but an eye full of gloom

While the turkey was thawing all over the room.

Papa was asleep, and the children were dreaming

Of tomorrow night’s joys from the sky to come streaming.

Even Santa, away at the top of the earth,

Was pounding HIS ear in his own downy berth.

Meanwhile Mama slaved away 'til the morn

On last minute wrapping ere the great Day was born.

Now where did she hide those darn gifts for the kids

Bought way last October and put under lids?

From the top of the house to the bottom again

Mama raced to and fro and then into the den.

“Now Dasher, now Prancer, now Donder and Blitzen”,

She mutters and fumes as she marks 'Hers’ or 'His'n’.

The scotch tape breaks off and the bows fall apart,

While the paper won’t stretch…a new roll she must start!

The tree lights won’t work and blow all the fuses.

Pine needles clog the sweeper, which also confuses.

The coffee pot perks for at least one more cup

While Mama eases her back by just standing straight up.

A couple of aspirin soon remedy this

And she hangs up the mistletoe with a sibilant hiss.

The camera now…Are there flash bulbs? How many?

Does it have any film? But, of course, there’s not any.

No matter how long she works through the night

There’ll be plenty to do when tomorrow turns bright.

The moon does NOT shine on the new fallen snow.

The darn stuff won’t fall this year, Christmas or no!

Sleds and ice skates will be poorly received

And the children by sleigh bells will NOT be deceived.

“Alas! Is THIS Christmas?”, she cries out in despair.

'Tis enough to turn white poor Mother’s dark hair!

But at last she gives up with a shake of her head

And, still in her clothes, she falls into bed.

Tomorrow will be Christmas Eve, and she’ll say

“Merry Christmas to all”, for there’s always SOME way!

#christmas poem #family #family tradition #christmas tradition #christmas

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dramatic-shitpost-poet · 4 months

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I suppose I am angry

With a fever I can't accept

From all those nights

Staying up late with a dad who couldn't accept

Who I was or what I wanted

Staying up till I see no lights

And I suppose I sleep angry now

When I wake, I see a room that isn't my own

As I'm still as angelic as the first

And it's already too late

To eat breakfast or ever change it

But I'm still as angelic as you want

Cause angels without their wings are pretty to you

And I suppose it hurts to wake

Does the red contrast well?

Being surrounded by archangels

Of perfection I won't be ever

Sweet Gabriel and Michael

While I am just here, burned away

Cause I dare speak of being clipped

And I suppose the crimson is pretty

At that Christmas morning,

I realized a truth maybe only to me

That God may love me but will never save me

In this world that I can't be in

I'm God's perfect child

But not enough to be saved

When I feel the wrapping of paper

I want to cry, scream, and screech

You put a doll in there, didn't you?

Or was it my wings?

And I feel your skin burn under me

But you said you loved me

So why does it hurt me too?

And it reminds me of those Christmas mornings

Around archangels and God

Praying I'd be like you

But I fell, so hard, so hard

And you were too selfish to save me

That's what my name means though

And you knew it all along

I was inspired by a fallen one

And I fell too cause you couldn't grow

Isn't that right?

That you can clean your mother's blood but can't escape your father's sins?

Sitting on the cold floor, I die

And die and die and die

But it's peaceful

Discorporated and invisible

Until I'm forced back near you

Then I have to be what you pray

And I wonder if God sees us

I remember the books

Dolls

Colored pencils

Candy

And even an orange in a stocking

Who knew this was to shape me

So, I stand near and grasp you

I cannot flee from my father

And covered in my mom's blood

So, just stop pretending you're not evil or corrupt

Cause I'm already too tainted

And I see you so angelically

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