Kris Poems - Poems about Kris

They made rolling stone. Faces on the cover page. Straight from the north pole. Its, the Kris Kringle Eight. Dash keeps the books and don't make mistakes. Dancer and Prancer sing backup first rate. Vix is the mixer and sets up the stage. Comet plays guitar without restraint. Cupid plays a flute, but he's always late. Dons on the drums, he sets the...

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I watch the Sunday morning sun gently hit the sidewalk And the gentle rays slowly enter my room, Another day for me of loneliness, Another day of gloom. But the Good Lord knows I’ve learned to accept it all one day at a time, Yes I still remember those sweet memories and thankful For the good...

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To Kris I shall not count the nights when woes break down my door Preying brutally on the affliction that corrupts my soul I shall not count the tears that have dared to break my courage Only the moments of bravery in the midst of this carnage I shall not mourn for the evil that has befallen my womb with words...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Into the dark he stepped, the frozen flakes falling 'round him The last vestige of humanity, now, lost in the storm's wailing din The only light to guide him, the glow of the snow, soft and dim All of his pain and the curse he lived, hidden away deep within ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He pulled his mittens tight against chilled fingers. ...

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Happy birthday Kris For the Good Times that I’ve known The hungry years were lean to me Yet you made me feel at home Searching in the darkness For the truth to set me free Lost somewhere in forever Your spirit, still guides me Happy Birthday Kris For my Cleanest Dirty Shirt I still seen a shining Rainbow Through a world of pain and hurt Seen too...

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Kris Radhakrishnan is my favourite poet Any topic, any form he can pen a beautiful poem He writes serious poems that leave a message behind Also funny ones that make you laugh aloud Some of his poems have unexpected end They makes you wonder the play of mind and thoughts His topics are varied from pillow to...

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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope" A Dream: the 4th Christmas. deck the halls with memories poets whisper pasts that are ne’er forgotten where presents a life that’s neatly wrapped and attempts at frostily forgotten tucked under that big beautiful green fir tree where all the dreams of poets go gold starred, tinselled and angel mounted ripe cherries kissed crassly under mistletoe Ah Christmas capture me up in your safe magic arms let me sip...

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Kris Kringle Rudolph too Bells jingle Jesus’ birth Blood so blue Wise men earth Christmas joy God bless you Come here boy Written 12-18-2019 Contest: Have a Merry 3 Cubed Christmas Contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich...

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The sleigh is brimming Reindeer well-rested and fed Bells ringing... Away!...

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The kids were all ready for Christmas While under the tree sat their wish lists-- Heard a big rumble From a big tumble-- Seems it was the chimney that Kris missed They ran out to see the commotion Witnessed Santa downing a potion-- Their eyes grew so wide ...

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I consider Christian a good friend to me He stands tall, as a mighty oak tree Who could imagine or want to see An oak fall so devastatingly When she was taken so savagely Kris He ranted, he raved so angrily He cursed and yelled quite bitterly Then he would sadly cry to me And ask, “Why? Why? Why?” to me Would God take...

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Christian is a friend of mine He stands tall, as a big oak tree Who could imagine a tree falling So devastatingly... as when he got the news of the passing of Kris He ranted and he raved at me He cursed and he yelled at me Then he would cry to me And ask “Why? Why? Why?” to me “would God take away...

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If there is one thing To make the senses tingle It’s the coming of The good Kris Kringle On Christmas Eve We wait and pray For good Kris Kringle To come our way...

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