Gingerbread Poems - Poems about Gingerbread

Gingerbread village is my go-to Christmas place Red and white stripes give it a festive look. Strings of blinking lights uplift me in a December way. Gingerbread houses loaded with gumdrops are smiling. In the sky are a dove, an angel, and a magic hot air balloon. Magic oozes into my pores, as I parade down Gingerbread Lane. Nothing has ever...

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Our Christmas traditions ... They came across the sea, From the old, old towns In the heart of Germany Sugar and spice - filled Were the gingerbread men, Cut by hand ... carefully As was the tradition then A wooden nutcracker guards In a frosted windowpane, To keep away evil spirits ... Out wandering down your lane And, the advent calendar Which hung on the...

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I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse. He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”. You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy. I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card. I gave him...

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I walked into biology class and there was a gingerbread man. Take a seat! He said sternly “whenever you can.” Some of us were stunned. Where was our teacher? That is my business, he said, reading our minds. My name is Preacher. Preacher! What kind of name is that for a teacher? I began to snicker, but even smiling is...

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Run, run Lil gingerbread man Run, run As fast as you can You look so yummy And gooey too That's why all the kids Want to eat you So, run, run Lil gingerbread man Run, run As fast as you can...

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Gingerbread man Gingerbread man Please come to life Gingerbread man Gingerbread man You're fill with spice Open your eyes That twinkles so bright Gingerbread man Gingerbread man Please come to life...

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cinnamon gingerbread horse with a happy high hey I feel you are clopping particularly fast today with your lovely mane and your blaze so beautifully gray we cannot catch you as you run swiftly away...

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Gingerbread red Poem started may 24, 2022 Blood marks the spot Just follow the red dot Let’s play a game I don’t think it has a name X marks the spot On your wrist that day Another buried treasure Slowly washing away It wasn’t your first time And it wouldn’t be your last “X marks the spot” It’s etched into my past Dad dropped us home...

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Gingerbread houses have been pretty of course But this one is amazing, the best I have seen. The red and white peppermint are lovely as Norse The striped candy canes are incredibly clean. I want to bite in, or at least tear off a chunk. But I dare not do it, for it is perfect as is. Uh-oh. Did something fall...

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I had heard of a gingerbread house, but a gingerbread mouse? This story was told to me by a liar, a scoundrel, a louse. The gingerbread mouse was living in a cracker box – Ritz. If anyone shook it, he would come out and have many fits. He was determined to stay in there until Christmas day. But the chili-eating...

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My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams, From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red, My doors and floors made of graham cracker s'mores And gumdrops, lollipops and candy-coated rooftops. (December, 6th, 2022)...

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Happy scents of gingerbread drift Out from windows covered in snow. Lights flicker and twinkle Inside houses filled with Dancing and stockings, Amidst the joy of another Year complete and the warmer Season promising to come. Although for some, Loneliness permeates this festive cheer. Odourless and invisible, a Nativity wilted with presents unwrapped. Every year a reminder....

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gingerbread cottage was waiting for the right family their kids were too loud there was no discipline this was not happening she showed them her meanness this family ran out screaming why are you so picky? realtor asked after they had left next couple was too old, stodgy, set in their ways she was irritated that they were still alive, let alone looking...

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The dough rests In the small fridge Rolled out by the baker She has worked hard now But the job’s not done yet Cutting the shape Then in oven to bake Out pops a plate of men Gingerbread just get a whiff of them Ginger, molasses, golden brown, crisp Who’ll be the first to get...

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“Thank you so much for your time today, I hope this article can at least try to allay some of the vitriol and online hate you’ve received when, let’s face it, you’re the one who was deceived. I must say you do have a gorgeous house. So inviting. I can certainly see why children find it exciting. Can I ask if...

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