The joyful noise of jingle bellsRings out across the silent night,The midnight sleigh ride’s twinkling lightsReflecting a blue ChristmasIn the sheen of freshly fallen snow.We race through winter wonderlandsTo the warming cheerOf a welcoming...
Two fat bowls turned ashen like thedirty, patchy snowscattered around Buffalo’s parking lots.I stashed my pipe in the hotel roomon my way to join everyone elsein our ride to Santa Con.Second largest in the nation,next to DC’s.Our arrival was synced...
As November leavesits shadowy touchat the end of the year,I fall into a slumberAnd a world of dreams appears; A poet on a hillside,A painter by a heath,A kind Victorian lady,A slapstick jewellery thief, An angry little mouse,A ballerina in a box,A...
Wintery white flakesFlow all aroundA frozen kissFrom a frozen mouth A gift from the bright skyThey Adorn the earthDress me in snowflakesFor an ice-cold rebirth I feel their coldGlacial touchA Christmas wishSent from above Featured in Episode 14 –...
Merry Christmas everyone! Who will win the best poem of 2021 as awarded by the I Hate Poetry cast? Charlie, Dylan, and Jack return for part two of our Christmas Special where they look at five Christmassy poems to see which is the best. Featuring...
It’s rectangle but it feels soft,it must be another t-shirt, fuck!It’s a perfectly square box,oh please not Lynx Africa you schmuck! It’s a triangle, what could it be?I feel like this could be different, I feel such luck!Triangular...
The clock strikes 12 with a familiar tone, I walk to the window of my humble home, The air heavy with frost the land white with snow, A solitary couple exchanging gifts below Though you are not there. A squeal of joy was heard by all, In sadness I...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in...
A new dawn breaks this White Yuletide Morn’,Light tickles scraps of paper andPine needles that still litter the floor.The window still a glitterWith a fresh sprinkle of snow,And gentle Sun through frosted panesMakes the Ol’ Mistletoe glow.Do you...
In the first of our two-part Christmas special, Dylan Scrooge is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Poetry Past (Charlie). The festive friends explore the poems ‘Yuletide Blessings’ by Lady Ravenhill and ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas’ by Clement Clarke...