My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
Religion Poems
The Charwoman, by Carmen Sylva
If only 'twere not Christmas Eve,
Nor bright ...
The Christmas Sheaf, by Edith Matilda Thomas
It was a gleaner in the fields--
The fields gl...
Her Christmas Present, by Edith Matilda Thomas
With doll in arms to court she came--
A mite o...
The Witch's Child, by Edith Matilda Thomas
'Tis Elfinell--a witch's child,
From holy min...
Christmas Bells, by Edward Robeson Taylor
Ring out, O heartsome Christmas Bells,
Ring ...
Christmas Hymn, by Edward Robeson Taylor
O Christ, on this thy natal day,
As oft befo...
Santa Claus, by Fred Emerson Brooks
I am that mythical, mystical thing--
The litt...
Harlequin, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
The world lay brown and barren at the closing o...
Sally in Our Alley, by Henry Carey
Of all the Girls that are so smart
There's non...
A Ballad of Santa Claus, by Henry Van Dyke
Among the earliest saints of old, before the f...
King Robert of Sicily, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And ...
King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,
Ere yet his la...
The Norman Baron, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In his chamber, weak and dying,
Was the Norm...
Christmas Time, by Isaac McLellan
The year is well-nigh ended, the leaf is sere ...
The Ruffian, by Jean Moréas
IN the splendid casket of its scarlet lining
H...
Christmas Morning, by Jody Azzouni
Originally appeared in Voices International
Vo...
The Fisherman and the Flounder, by John Godfrey Saxe
A GERMAN FAIRY TALE A fisherman, poor as poor...
The Old Year and the New, by John Godfrey Saxe
Goodbye, Old Year!--I can but say,
Sadly I s...
On the Oubangui, by John J. Ronan
(for Ben) Guides poled and guests paddled,
...
Raising Eve From The Red Earth, by Johnny Noir
Raising Eve from the red earth beneath the shad...
Circus Clown, by Joshua Knight
Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
St. Laurence, by Joyce Kilmer
Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is...
1942, by Katherine Gallagher
They'd hoped he'd be back for Christmas -
the ...
Christmas Hymn, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
We bring no rich gifts like the wise men of old...