Topical poetry.
 

Okay, so it's time for another one of my annoying/enjoyable (tick as applicable) threads in which I set tasks to everyone to write poetry. And this one is pretty basic:

I give you a topic - it could be anything from an object, to an emotion, to a single word or phrase; and you need to make it into a poem.

Just because I'm feeling festive, the first topic is Christmas. But to add a twist, you are not allowed to mention the word 'Christmas' in your poem.

Hope you have fun. =)

Hmm... *ticks "enjoyable"* These are often a lot of fun. :)

Here's my attempt at the challenge. It's not very good, I'm afraid, but I tried.

A birth,
Much like any other,
In humble surrounds,
Was attended by the wise.

The child was special,
A great teacher,
And the wise brought gifts,
To honour his birth.

Now we remember,
We celebrate,
We give.

He sees the lights, with big round eyes
a squeal in his voice as he takes it all in
no care for the presents, no greed inside
he is without worry, he is without sin
Little hands grasping at stars
dancing and singing to sweet melodies
this time of year, special, in his gentle heart
How I wish I could be as innocent as he.

(Dedicated to my little brother, who seems to dislike Santa and everything this holiday represents, but adores the lights and decorations.)

Holding his thumb he groans in pain.
The hammer had rapped his hand again.
Cursing and swearing he kicks over the ladder.
He froze in his tracks, the kids may have heard the clatter.

Righting the ladder, he gets back to work.
"The little ones will be delighted" he thinks with a smirk.
He hammers again motivated by his thinking.
The lights are up!......Why are they blinking?

Houses adorned in strings of lit pearls,
Crooks that are dressed in red and white twirls.
Ground is now covered by flaky white powder.
All are inside drinking warm apple cider.

The sun has gone down and I'm out all alone,
But soon to return to my family at home.
For now though at least I stand in the peace,
That comes with the time before I will sleep.

It is dark and it's quiet, and I'm filled to the brim,
With happy sensations. I follow a whim,
To stand in the cold, and look up to the stars,
And make a wish, eyes frozen with tears.

Everything seems nice, and full of joy
Once more it's the birthday time of that little, very old and boy

Make this year better than the last, please...
So that we may all once more live in peace

Even if only for a little while...
Everything seems fine

What I hope is, that this would continue forever
I hope...If only we were that clever

I for one would never want to cease
To live a life of ease

So please...
Let us live together
In peace

I enjoy these poetry threads. Keep em coming. ^^

Snuggling with blanket in hand
Partially under the decorated tree
One little girl smiles sleeply
And waits for the next dawn

Her mother sees her
Moves to put her into bed
Then stops, smiling
Why not let her slumber there?
She can only do so once a year.

So she herself
Settles herself next to the fireplace
And sighs in contentment
This one night, special indeed
For it is this night that everyone gives
And that true peace has united the world.

oh a day to glorify
the lengths to which we'll stretch a lie
legends pull we can't deny
for then we'd have to open eyes

to holding destiny
like a certain king to be
within an empty seat
throne built for deity

yet held by one dead man

A christmas poem. I couldn't resist. Sorry if my structure/form/whatever is off, Mr. Pendleton's creative writing class was a long time ago...


It is the eve before the day, and I go outside,
To, just for a moment, from my family hide,
While I love them, the tree, and the blinking lights,
I go outside the meaning of this night of nights.

It's cold enough that I can see my breath in the mountain air,
But it feels good, and into the heavens I stare.
The sky is clear, perfect weather for Santa's ride,
With his presents to give and his reindeer to guide.

I look into the sky, look at the stars,
and think of the one that lead the Three Kings from afar.
And of the angels and shepards, and what they did sing,
to honor the newborn bade, their savior and king.

And finally I smile as I look up at the stars so bright,
and remember what is, for me, the true meaning of the night.
I turn to go back iniside, into the joy and cheer,
smiling to think the night will soon be here.