Black Soul

This has been tried before, but we shall have a shot at a joint collection of poems. These poems have a theme, please stick to it. The poems will be about loosing a love one at christmas. Don't post immature things like "uncle bobby was shot in the lobby by G Unit". Now i am hoping that this will work, i can't see why it won't. The poems can either ryhme or not, no multi post thou i.e one after the other.

Ill kick things off...

Its Christmas eve and im all alone,
I got the call that said your not coming home,
Now i sit and watch your pictures fade,
I watch the snow fall and the children sing,
But i want Santa to take away this pain,
And bring you back here to me


[edit on 14-8-2004 by infinite]

I sit here and think what it would be like today,
On the cold Christmas Eve if you had only just stayed,
I almost here your laughter, your scent in the air,
I turn around quickly almost thinking you are there.

With the snow falling harder and my tears falling faster
I try to imagine it being better, deep deep down i feel a disaster
Twisting and turning within myself, am having a torid time
Suddenly i pick myslef up and reach for my bottle of wine
With the glass filled full within in my grasping hand i start to cry out more
I didnt want it to come to this, i feel as low as the floor

Christmas is the time of peace
When families come together.
We dress up in our winter fleece
To spare us from the weather.

We call our friends to share our love
And give them gifts to bring us cheer
And sing our songs to Him above.
It is a time we all hold dear.

But since you left I just don't care
And spend my time alone.
I sit here in my underwear
Staring at the phone.

The Christmas tree is in its box
The lights are in a tangle.
I'm drinking bourbon on the rocks
And working out the angles.

I take my pistol from its rack,
A cartridge from its box,
Take a big long hit of crack,
And remove the trigger lock.

I put the cartridge in the "chute."
And slam back one more jigger.
I rack the slide, prepare to shoot
And firmly squeeze the trigger.


[edit on 2005/10/30 by GradyPhilpott]

All i got this christmas was a box of tears,
A broken heart and a torn soul,
I don't understand why you went away,
I still wait for the day you come back home,
Christmas is for loving and sharing,
Sending and giving,
Please give your love back to me,
Cause this christmas i will bleed.

My wife and my kids
I really do love them
But on this Christmas eve
Their day I'll condemn

"I don't keep Christmas"
I'll tell them all
But they won't listen
'Cause they're at the mall

They are just wasting
Their short lives away
Shopping for junk
For a meaningless day

Christmas must end
Right here and now
And if they will not listen
Then I'll show them how

Perhaps if I start
With one life at a time
Christmas will stop
With my one little crime

I would rather not do this
To my family whom I care for
But Christmas is wrong
Societies cry, I just can't ignore

So I pick up my gun
And await at the door
They are home in the driveway
I don't have to wait too much more


Top notch poems from everyone so far, hope I didn't scare anyone with mine

And now this evening comes, just like any evening
It feels just different, but it's just another day
I still wonder what's special about it... Nothing
My life is empty now, you left the other day

And now this Christmas comes, just like the previous year
It is very different, I don't live anymore
I still wonder why you, I know I have no fear
I know I can do it, I am watching the shore

This is my last moment, I can't give anymore
And I see the blue sea, and it falls on the rock
I have no more reason, what should I live for?
Let me fall in the dark, and this is my last shock...

The cold winter continues to breathe,
I still sit here and dream this christmas eve,
Why were you taken away,
Every since the crash,
Ive always felt this pain.

Your room still waits for you to come,
I can't accept that you have gone,
You done nothing wrong,
To young to die,
I still see the tears in your mothers eyes.

Ill light the candle of your life,
Watch it burn in the winters night,
I try to be strong for you,
Ill try to carry on with my life.

Excellent poems all around!
Hope you like this one...


Oh!... I die today in the emptiness
What's left to say when everything's said?
What's left to do when there's nothing left?

I have said everything yet no words did come
I have done anything, I have done everything
I beg, I cry, but silence resounds my very words

There is only silence around me now
There is only despair inside me now
There is only you, you don't look at me
There is only you, you can't talk to me

You're there lying still and I can see your face
Your eyes are closed, and mine do cry
Your body still, your mouth so shut

They say carry on and they are there with me
They say I can count on them
They say I will forget and continue to be
They say I'm lucky to be alive

But if that's my gift on this cold Christmas
If that's my gift to be alive in your death

Then I hate Christmas...

Christmas Widower

No present from Santa this year

Just something taken

Someone I hold so dear

Her face, smile, eyes

A painfull image so clear.

The lights on the tree

The gifts all wrapped up

No voices call me

Booze fills my cup

Drink away christmas

smoke away life

all I want this december

is to have back my wife.

Santa always brings good cheer
To children far and wide.
He fills his sack and feeds his 'deer
Preparing for his ride.

He ventures forth in his sleigh
To land upon the rooftops
Of those he finds along the way,
While filling stockings to their tops.

But Christmas isn't always fun
When sorrow rears its head.
In times like these I want to run
Or never leave my bed.

Your leaving me at Christmas time
Was foolish, to say the least.
And writing to you in this rhyme
Will help me calm the beast.

And now I finally dig your hole
And place your body in it.
I think of Santa's North Pole
Home and elves who dance within it.

I put your Christmas gift inside,
The one you always wanted,
The diamond ring for my bride.
Your face has left me haunted.

And so I fill your hole with dirt
And cover it with leaves.
I guess I'll never lose this hurt
Your memory makes me grieve.

I walk back to my waiting car.
I left the engine running.
I drive back to my favorite bar
And think about your cunning.

You lead me on all summer long.
I think you were too brave.
And now I've set aright the wrong
And put you in your grave.


[edit on 2005/7/27 by GradyPhilpott]