Post Christmas Poetry Competition
Created | Updated Jun 22, 2003
CHRISTMAS POEMS
Here are all the entries so far, in the POST Christmas Poetry Competition.
If you have a poem you would like to enter send it to me,
Greebo.
Please include your researcher name and your user number with the poem.
Nice Christmas
by The Pink Dandelion
Christmas comes but once a year, which frankly is enough,
The turkey, sprouts and gravy mean jack s**t when you are sleeping rough,
As Christmas day approaches, and the weather starts to pinch,
You can't condemn the homeless man for acting like the grinch.
I clutter up shop doorways, my skin and hair's a mess,
The only decent meal I get is weekly at St James the Less,
Where fleetingly I'm noticed and my basic needs are met,
Then back out to reality, degraded, cold and wet.
Christmas is coming and the city boys grow fat,
But no part of their bonus finds its way into my proffered hat,
A cup of tea, at 90p, would keep me warm inside,
But not a lot is all I got, loose change and tarnished pride.
When your view is Jimmy Choo, as posh birds totter by,
You can't escape the feeling that they want you to curl up and die,
I sit and sing by Liberty until I'm moved along,
They act like I'm invisible, no supper for my song.
I'm dreaming of a nice Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Till my Dad deserts us,
And Mum's bloke hurts us,
And kicks me out, helpless, and alone.
I'm dreaming of a nice Christmas,
Without the hunger and the lice,
When you see me next time, think twice,
And pray all your Christmases stay nice.
Christmas Afternoon
by Positive Feedback
Spent paper strewn, a gaudy snake's skin shed
Beneath the branches of a plastic tree
This tatter was a bell; that scrap of red
A robin's breast ripped wide in infant glee.
Boxes agape like fledglings' open beaks,
Their erstwhile contents spewed across the floor;
The presents they kept clandestine for weeks
Soon lie forgotten in a dusty drawer.
The tablecloth, white as the winter snows
Bears scars of this and holidays gone by:
Here gravy, there red wine. That? No-one knows.
Between half-emptied plates, pulled crackers lie.
The adults doze, the children play next door
On Christmas afternoon, at half past four.
Christmas is Coming
by Global Village Idiot
Christmas is coming,
The Goose is getting fat.
So is Auntie Emily,
But best not mention that!
Christmas is coming
So let's all pull a cracker
Get Jo below the mistletoe
And give her a wet smacker!
Christmas is coming,
And Desmond's on the booze
He drained the cup then puked it up
In Bernie's new suede shoes!
Christmas is coming,
The nights are getting murky
It's stuffing and tinned ham for us -
The cat got at the turkey!
Christmas is coming,
The pleasure and the pain,
But all too soon it's Boxing Day
Then back to work again!
Christmas Morn'
by Sho
It's Christmas morn', it's Christmas morn'.
Ring the bells, for Chirst is born.
Hear the happy children sing,
Hear the big old church bells ring.
See the shepherds hurry by,
Hear the very merry cry:
"It's Christmas morn', it's Christmas morn'
Ring the bells for Christ is born!"
See wise men on their camels go,
Myrrh, frankincense and gold they show.
Yes it's a happy Christmas morn',
Rejoice, for Christ our saviour's born.
Chrimbo poem
by Munchkin
It's coming fast, we're all agreed.
That time of year when all must feed,
Their little faces, chubby and round,
And Grandad slipping you a pound.
You seek them here, you seek them there,
You've even looked under Grandma's chair.
Can you find where those toys do lurk.
No, dad's hidden them, what a burk!
Dads watched it again, The Great Escape.
Dads had his dinner, a huge heaped plate.
Dads drank the whisky, woke up like Colombo.
He looks right terrible after every Chrimbo.
Christmas is great, when there's kids around,
Watch them play, throwing wrapping around.
But it's never the same, when all grown-up,
Come back Santa, let's make it up.
Christmas is the time when the site tries to meet.
We went bowling, Mark was the man to beat.
We went to a pub, that served fried hog
We drank lots of beer, and some had a snog.
The Christmas jumpers, all bright and glowy.
The Christmas Turkey, overdone and chewy.
Without these things, the day would be wrong.
Christmas is coming, but I'll never get that bong.
I Can't Sleep
by Greebo T. Cat
I can't sleep, the time goes slow
I watch the clock, it's neon glow
It seems ages since I came to rest
Long after the sun had set in the west
Come on, come on, why so slow
Till morning there's a long while to go
Why out of all the nights in a year
Does this one seem to never disapear
Turning this way and that, uncomfortable bed
I close my eyes, by morning they'll be red
Wishing for sleep, so tomorrow comes quick
The pillows so hard it feels like a brick
I count sheep, to no avail
I can see them so clear, as they wiggle their tail
But still sleep evades me, I'm not even dozy
Even if I snuggle right down, and get real cozy
A birds song, what a strange sound
I open my eyes and look around
Whats that pile of wrapped parcels over there?
Yipee, they are my presents, Christmas Day is here...
