All I Want For ChristmasAll I Want For Christmas9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Oh, all I want for Christmas is a smaller set of breasts:
Forget about the candy canes, the eggnog and the rest.
Hey Santa, if you're listening then let me really stress,
I mean it when I say I need to 'get this off my chest'!!!
I 'member how I used to play in mother's cast-off clothes;
The evening dress, the high heels and the baggy pantyhose.
I'd stuff my top with kleenex 'til the bodice hit my nose:
Gee, whoda thunk I'd end up with a pair bigger than those?!?!?!
When older, I tried basketball but I'd just end up sore.
I'd bounce the ball across the court but both my breasts bounced more!
And golf was just a waste of time-I seldom had a score:
My boobs just checked my swing before I even could yell 'Fore!'
Now, I can hear you laughing but you really have no clue,
Just what it's like to jump rope and end up all black and blue!
I'd wear the tightest bra I could, but what's a girl to do?
No matter how I'd bind 'em they just grew and grew and GREW.
Yes, Dolly with her triple D's does rea
Christmas-timeNow colored lights throw vibrant spritesChristmas-time9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
In arcs around the trees
The burning wicks of candlesticks
Bow low before the breeze
The powdered snow and mistletoe
Contribute to the cheer:
And young and old don't mind the cold
For Christmas-time is near.
Now stockings grace the fireplace
And children wait with glee
For soon, they know, the space below
Their decorated tree
Will fill with stuff oh, soon enough
Their presents will appear
For by the laws of Santa Claus,
Their Christmas-time is near.
Now eggnog flows, and winter blows
Its fury o'er the hills
We warm our hands and dream of lands
Outside the windowsills.
The sound of bells approaching tells
The news in voices clear:
November's done the cold's begun
And Christmas-time is near.
The children sleep. Outside, the deep
And windswept banks of snow
Accumulate beside the gate.
The frozen rivers flow.
I hold you tight. The candlelight
Is in your eyes, my dear
And you and I, we softly sigh
For Christmas-time is here!
Her Broken WingYou never saw a girl hold quite so much beautyHer Broken Wing9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
But looking pretty has always been her duty
She never deserved such life of cruelty.
Almost angelic, her dress a dark shade of white
There's something about her that isn't quite right
Un-noticed in all but a certain light.
The expression on her porcelain face, pale as a corpse...
The disturbing looks of anguish, pain and remorse
The face of a young woman aged by force.
Sadness curling the corners of her lips
She moves in the same way an old record skips
And she's at the mercy of my fingertips.
You can't giftwrap a kiss but she'll try her best
A drop of blood runs down the sleeve of her dress
Her left wing is torn, and her dreams nothing less.
Where blood once coloured her cheeks like peaches
Tears run down them now, polluting her features
She longs to be airborne like the other winged creatures.
Her aching heart still b
Peppermint Mocha Litmas 2005Peppermint MochaPeppermint Mocha Litmas 20059 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Standing outside of Starbucks
Sipping my Peppermint Mocha
Scarf tightly bundled around my neck
Carrying their candied-coloured shopping bags
Of Christmas gifts to be
For their loved ones
Blending with the busy sounds
Of traffic -
Cars driving by
The cold breeze
Brush at my cheeks
Sensations leaving my face flush-red
Like the colour of the Starbucks cup
Glitters of snowflakes descending
Upon the winter afternoon sun
The sweetness of chocolate
And the cool taste of peppermint
With only the coffee keeping me warm
I take another sip
The snow falls harder
Whitening the sunny skies
All Bundled up
And I slowly begin to walk
Reflections of people in shop windows
Busily passing by
Talking on cellphones
Humans being consumers
Allowing me to smile -
Finally consuming my
In the last sip
Of my favourite mocha
During my favourite time of the year
Breeze is blowing
On me again -
No Peppermint Mocha to keep me warm
Steady stream of pe
Crossing the MountainCrossing the Mountain9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
How temporary this bittersweet calm inside,
before the reign of children broken and sore
and stepping over cloth laid out to catch mud
breaks clarion over solitude shrinking and blue.
They've crossed the mountain to join the fun,
run gay banter through air once still, and still
the afternoon is not yet settled in this mood
and a multitude of clothing is unbuttoned.
Setting a bell jar on my family while we eat,
early places set for little hearts warm-blooded
as oxen, and wolves run in the fallen white,
we jovial lovers joined in merriment and stones.
Steal me a heart, or a yellow-gold glory, now
blowing and cursing again this earthy snow
despondent as hands clasped in sorrowful looks
and yearning as a bishop caught in looking.
Jump inside the borrowed warmth denied,
beside the lamp set shady over blankets over
knees, over eyes of a daughter curled, lids
folding with day's passing into the album.
And a brother, gauzy and sleepless with it,
mindful of a future he has seen in the starlight
MemoriesYou hold the knife to your wrist,Memories9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Has it really come to this?
You heart is full of pain,
Butdoes this mean the joy you felt was all in vain?
You tell yourself it's something you must do,
What about all the people who love you?
You're sure to the it was just a game,
But immediatly you're filled with shame,
With a quick motion, you slice your wrist,
No more pain, no more bliss,
As the blood seeps through the cracks,
Your head fills with memories of the past,
Some good, some bad,
But all of the life you had,
The way how every Christmas,
Your dad would dress as Santa and hand out presents,
And every summer your siblings would go away,
And gave you and your parents time to play,
Or the way when your family went out to eat,
Everyone was so upbeat,
Laughing and joking,
Your dad even singing occasionaly,
Then there were the times you were so horrible,
It's a wonder the didn't throw you out the door,
And then, the day your mom moved out,
Or the pain you felt when you found out what it was about
I Miss The PastI Miss The Past9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
I Miss The Past
By: Adam Rosner
I miss the cool music and the nice vibes,
The awesome trends and those stoned guys,
The crazy hippies and Sonny and Sher,
The tie-dye T-shirts and those people with that funky hair.
I miss the Jackson Five and the drunken fights,
John Lennon, Ronald Reagan, and Disco Saturday night.
The green fields and the festive wild parties,
Afros, good food, and those teenagers who would say, "Narlie."
I remember the old stories of the people who've been,
And those protesters that would rant again, and again, and again.
A time when friends were friends, and everyone had an a voice.
A time where people were smart and they made the right choice.
When people weren't so fat, when the technology was so thin.
When lovers actually loved, livers actually lived.
When thinkers actually thought, and gas prices were low.
When it was easy to get a girl and easy to get things to go.
That time where people were named Otto, Zip and Ed,
That time no one you really loved was dead.
my christmas joyi've seemedmy christmas joy9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
my christmas joy
a happy holiday
all i can
is how you passed
the night before
i can still
feel the scream
your mother gave
i was miles away
when she went
to your room
and found you dead
on our lives,
it put a weigh
and to think
i talked to you
the day before
and you said
that you'de be fine
but i guess
to hard to handle
and thats why
you gave your life
and i'm mad
for being selfish
we needed you here
now your mom's
for you every year
just the thought brings me
we forgive you
although you couldnt
i wish you
could've bee there
but for your life
stole my christmas joy
and its never to return
all i can think about
is the day
the life that
we all yearn
i miss you...
we all do
Stolen AngelsStolen Angels9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Awaken in my arms,
Sweet child of mine,
And all you need know is how to breathe.
Always remember how to breathe.
In a world of torment and endless distress,
Her innocence will be her only flaw.
As she ventures into the light of tomorrow,
Unaware of the inevitable collision she'll face..
A happy soul and a joyous occasion,
Torched by a riot of depressive behaviour.
What ever happened to our Christmas days?
I miss them.
Suffocated with such anger and hatred,
She stripped herself of all she had dreamt,
laying her halo down to rest,
And it's Christmas.. a beautiful Christmas day,
but Daddy isn't home
& Mummy doesn't love me.
She told me it was my fault.
I told her that I'm sorry.
I've stolen all the angels to bring them back together
but daddy says its too late
& it'll be this way forever.
And I'm not their little angel anymore,
I'm not their shining star,
no I'm not their little angel anymore,
I'm not their shining star.
Christmas TimeChristmas time is for games and fun,Christmas Time9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
December is considered a 'Celebrating Month',
Cookies and cakes are prepared for this special day,
Presents are bought for both the young and grey.
It's a time filled with gifts and sweets,
Christmas time is truly a treat,
Children will make snowmans in the snow,
Couples will kiss under the mistletoe.
The presents will be placed under the tree,
Gifts and pudding for the whole family.
But Christmas isn't just about gifts and snow,
It's about something that everyone should know,
Christmas is the birthday of Jesus, remember that
It isn't about eating turkey and getting fat.
Happiness and joy spreading all around,
Singing and laughter will fill the town.
And though it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas!! And have a nice day!!
The Predator GrassThe trees haven't had enough water andThe Predator Grass9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
autumn's pomegranates are worthless
except as bulbous dryrattles for Christmas wreaths.
This year, Persephone would have spared us all
our cornhusk pillows crackling when we bedded down for the night.
They're forcing us back into our
dreams about the predator grass.
Home for ChristmasThe television showed complete victory.Home for Christmas9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Peace was a promise just over the next dune.
Presents were spread unopened.
The leaders promised a Christmas Homecoming.
Twisted wreckage sat on the freeways.
A cigar sat cold on the end table.
It was a matter of mission first and people always.
Smoldering signs of victory littered the road.
A lone tree was left, unattended, in the corner.
Shiverlet's make some teenage mistakes.Shiver9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
it would be worth it
i'd make it worth it,
stand in the cold
for nothing else,
dark lights pushing
through the sky.
wrap up and shiver,
stand quietly out front,
looking side to side
for a pair of yellow tinted beams
to part the misty air,
an engine to creep through shadows
and slow wheels to touch
that will stop before my feet.
the click of the locks
allows me in,
silently slamming doors.
begin to ring clear -
we'll lie down,
we'll wrap up,
chills still following
(can never stop the shaking
the never-ending need for something more).
sit on either side
of the backseat,
don't dare to touch,
to reach over just yet,
grasp the material we sit upon
inside of our hands to hold the urge instead.
it's a merry christmas
and a deep cold,
clinging to the hopes of finding warmth...
but yours is the only presence i will reach for.
Mistletoe and WineAnd there went my heartMistletoe and Wine9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Tied up in tinsel
A prisoner to the season of goodwill
I drew myself in for that sherry filled kiss
And the promise of a brighter new year
You pulled away
The look of biting disgust
A rotten clementine touching your tongue
A christmas pudding, when you hoped for a cracker
My shame a candle, drawing moths.
'Tis the SeasonThe lights are on, the tree is up,'Tis the Season9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
yes, 'tis the season.
The stars are out and a warm coffee cup,
yet tears flow without reason.
Is it memories long gone and dead,
or nausea from the pulsing lights?
I cannot say, it is not said,
through this strange and sullen night.
Why do tear stains mark the heart?
For others, this time means joyful peace.
Perhaps it's the onion being cut,
but these tears will not be appeased.
I think about my ponderings,
and wonder how to please them.
But although all my thoughts are grim,
yes, 'tis the season.
Christmas TearsSnow falls on deaf ears,Christmas Tears9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Like my softly spoken plea.
I fight back my Christmas tears,
As you walk away from me...
The winds snakes into my clothes,
As I drop to my knees.
The emptiness inside me grows.
The tears I cry begin to freeze.
My heart is bleeding on the snow...
To think I've wasted all these years,
Keeping a tiny hope aglow
Only to cry these Christmas tears.
Night-of da Dead-Before X-MasNight-of da Dead-Before X-Mas9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
1 'Twas the night before Christmas, and the sound level had dipped.
2 The entire household was as silent as a crypt.
3 The doors were shut tight, for only one reason.
4 My children wanted no monsters this holiday season.
5 But by mamma and I, the children were ignored,
6 For, of their wild stories, we both soon grew bored.
7 When all of the sudden, at my own front door,
8 Came the sound of a scratching, a scratching for sure.
9 I jumped out of bed, and picked up my shotgun.
10 It had never been used, but would get the job done.
11 I saw them at once, for the door was of glass,
12 But for the demons that were there, I wished it was brass.
13 They clawed at the door, with fingers of bone.
14 The sheer horror of it turned my limbs to stone.
15 Then, on the roof, with a crash and a thump,
16 Came one of the things th
A Guardian's GiftTiny flakes fell through the airA Guardian's Gift9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Earth and sky in white harmony
Sleeping dead protected by
Guardian angels, so silently
A gargoyle walks amongst the stones
The seraphs are his brothers
Gently wiping off the snow
To show their granite feathers
The only thing that he could do,
It was his Christmas gift to them
To mend their broken wings and souls;
To make them beautiful again
His heart was failing him once more,
This place now always made him weep
And yet he stayed to tend to it
While teardrops froze on marble cheeks
Our Sweet DecemberOur Sweet December9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Out of the boxes that sleep in the cellar
Comes the wintry d้cor of wondrous stellar
Tinsel delights surround our home
Our worries lost in the euphoric foam
A gathering of love sprinkled upon cake
Another year warmer nip takes a break
Chocolate confections encircle the air
Inhale the aroma and exhale a prayer
Lord, Keep us so close, living hand in hand
While we celebrate the knot of our precious strand
And when the last Christmas graces our life
Please take us as one, a husband and wife
I hope that we'll meet in our sweet December
Of all of our months it's the one I'll remember
Dear December...Dear December...9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
I think I missed your birthday
and party and season
Hoping all's forgiven
as I remember
all the cards unwritten and
in a photo album I never made
I wrapped your present
and tightly live inside it
it can never be opened
it can never be spoken
a paradox box
a paradise lost
On my Christmas list
Is to casually wish
the laws of causality fail
and each undone can be done
everything left unanswered, answered
each moment present forever
All possibilities always potential and fulfilled
-maybe next year
Doppelganger ChristmasAs the leaves shade to brown,Doppelganger Christmas9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
The first white snow falls on down,
Smiles grace every face,
The Holidays are once again in place.
Thanksgiving Turkey making us full,
Football earns ratings like the Super Bowl,
Leftovers to last us the rest of the year,
Everyone grinning from ear to ear.
All is snow white, trees are bare,
Christmas cheer comes full of care,
Families come to gather near,
Bringing presents to those so dear.
Christmas day arrives on time,
The day makes everyone so sublime,
Presents opened everywhere,
Wrapping paper up to your hair.
Christmas now has come and gone,
Our party hats will soon be donned,
Singing to never be forgot,
The ball has dropped this year is shot.
Before we close the book this year,
We'll see the times that we all fear,
The ones not sang in happy tones,
But the ones we see when we're alone.
Thanksgiving is here all is fine,
Eating turkey and having some wine,
The family watches the football game,
We've survived the day with minimal pain.
Now it's Christma
Haiku For The SeasonChilly North wind blows,Haiku For The Season9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
darkness envelops the day,
and grey clouds gather.
Dampness in the air,
people wrapped in winter clothes,
hurry to get home.
Glowing log fires,
warming cold fingers and toes,
smoke curling up high
Snow falls from above,
covering all that we see,
trees bending in pain.
sit watching winter unfold,
the blanket is down.
Kids shriek in delight,
throwing snowballs in the air,
and snowmen appear.
Coloured fairy lights,
glisten from windows at night,
Christmas must be near.
Cold carol singers,
cheer up our long dark evenings,
as we dream in hope.
Bleary eyed children,
awake on Christmas morning,
Days playing with toys,
the year is nearly all gone,
Jesus ChristGorgeous Ornaments dangle leaving spectators enticed with displays of delight//1Jesus Christ9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
bringing days of enlightment still no repay to christs might & state of derived sins//2
Despite this recognized myth that invites kids to deny christs grip he remains righteous//3
We relapse captivated perhaps because our pasts acts negated,Joyous sounds of rif-raft//4
Activated,visualize santa Fat with sley Morning your dad awakes to the sound of ripped at gift-wrap//5
Its SO damn Captivating!..
For every day someone died for evey gay theirs a bi' poverty rings december may or july//6
I insist this For those whose lack richness but never lack wishes you'll always have christmas//7
set aside the I-pod's and pay tribute to my god forget christmas stockings lets impact kitchens!//8
Line 2-No1 recognized christ though the key word in christmas is "christ"
line 3-by "recognized myth" i was referring to santa it seems cuz of him no1 gives jesus his due
line 4-It seems like Christm