Holiday Poems | Best Poems for All Holidays

A holiday tradition, Christmas time with Dad. A gourmet appetizer. Chicken livers cooked, with sherry, garlic. Keep cold to- spread ...

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The summer holidays are here! Time to relax and unwind. Let's head for the beach, build sandcastles, ride on donkeys and paddle in the sea. The golden sun is shining - No clouds are in sight. We apply coconut scented lotion then lay on beach towels taking care not to burn! We unpack our picnic hamper onto a huge tartan rug. There’s lots of delicious treats food...

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She, in her Easter bonnet Standing beneath the shade, Alongside gentlemen in top hats To view an Easter parade Church bells ring distantly Showy, white lilies sway, Waving to sweet daffodils On this springtime holiday Baskets with chocolate rabbits Jelly beans and colored eggs, Are carried by happy children Running by on pudgy legs A whirl of pastel colors Meant to delight the eye, Like...

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Good Friday mourning pondering the sacrifice that was made for all...

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For those who want to ‘kill all the Jews’ Here’s some food for thought Get a rabbi to extend Passover one more week You’ll love what will have been wrought ...

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Its water seems to have frozen Making the lake standstill as stone With translucent and rather peace While shores undulating the houses Together, are the carved sculptures With full of silent and full of tender For wind shaking the trees to visit The circumstances mysteriously made By no man walking on the streets Should a weekend start...

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Creamy and decadent, cacao confection. Cups often enjoyed hot! Candy for holidays, celebration of love. Compounds of magic that - can cure a broken heart! ...

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A colleague once gave me, on paper, A recipe written by hand For Passover rolls And one of her goals Was for choices I’d make to expand. Though they can’t substitute for a bagel Or some sourdough or seeded rye, For the holiday week When some bread I might seek, They’re a stand-in on which I rely. When I make them, I’m thinking of Mildred, Though...

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At dawn of that ninth when shadows still clung, Against the harsh orders, a desperate song. Seventy thousand with bodies so frail, Surrendered on Bataan, a heartbreaking trail. No glorious charge but a choice born of need, To save those still breathing to plant a small seed Of hope in the darkness though bitter the cost, A sacrifice made lest all should...

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Each year I make the matzoh balls, Which come out pretty good. My husband cooks the chicken soup; Our roles are understood. He always wings it when he cooks, Just uses what’s on hand And never needs a recipe, Which I can’t understand. I follow the directions When I cook or when I bake And measure the ingredients So there is no mistake. My time-worn recipes are...

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Shecht and eat the Paschal lamb Destroy the ‘no-gods’ of Canaan and Ham Break the middle matzo, hide half away ...

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Two full cups of wine even before we dine Two more later, raised in song What could go wrong ~ ...

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The holidays are not the same As when I was a kid, When every year we did exactly What we always did. The relatives who gathered Were the ones who always showed, With favorite recipes prepared In nana/grandma mode. No one was on vacation Or unable to attend And you hung out with your cousins, Couldn’t FaceTime with a friend. Alas, today, the world has changed And so...

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Every year for Passover, There’s Manischewitz wine. It’s Concord Grape and super sweet; For holiday, it’s fine. Some people will not drink it, Since it’s syrupy and thick, But for Seders every year, it is The only wine I’d pick. Throughout the pre-meal reading, There are times to fill your cup. It’s expected that you’ve drained your glass Four times before you sup. I guess in...

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Who is that baby angel with a bow Shooting arrows to and fro Stinging men and women in the arm Introducing them to luck and charm? Love is definitely in the air Look at Cupid flying there! Heaven’s curio missing the archery Cupid to sting not an artery! Quick! Quick! Sound the alarm! Fly and search the fields and barn! Cupid’s missing and at large! Meddling,...

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