9+ Best Poems Christmas Tree Ornaments

Very beautiful Poems Christmas Tree Ornaments. How do we divide up The Christmas ornaments? sometimes,
i get up from the empty bed, Best Christmas Ornaments Poems

Christmas Ornaments By Amy Perry

How do we divide up
The Christmas ornaments?
When they are all
Celebrating our marriage?
When they are all
“The start of our yearly
Ornament collection,”
We thought would fill
An entire tree one year,
Years from now,
When our love would only grow.
How do we divide up
The Christmas ornaments?
When they are all
Symbols of unity?
When they are all
Carefully chosen,
Unlike our love,
Which was blind
And taken with no other consideration.
How do we divide up
The Christmas ornaments?
Who is supposed to hold onto
These memories?
Who is supposed to dispose of them
When their memories are irrelevant?
And when the small collection
Becomes too cumbersome to hold onto?
How do we divide up
The Christmas ornaments?

Ornaments by Dennis Go

She peddles on the street
Gold and silver laces
At minimal costs.
Brilliant stones, rubies
Pile up her portable stall;
Neither for rent nor for sale
But in exchange of the love
More priceless
Than gemstones.

Retail consumption
Seems all mixed up.
I can’t recall
If those clusters
Are real,
Not just ornaments
On sidewalk trenches.

Ornaments

sometimes,
i get up from the empty bed,
that i have been lying on for so long,
and look around me,
absorbing.

pictures,
and memories of us,
that remind me of what we had,
what we had that is now gone.

the pain,
that aching pain
is too  heavy on my broken heart,
too heavy to bare.

we are done,
and i can not live with it.

the ornaments that are around me,
that remind of you,
i will break them to pieces
so i will no longer,
be reminded
of you.

Christmas Ornaments BB Bruce

When I met you, believe me,

I didn’t intend to fall for you.

By no means did I want to put your laugh on repeat every time it filled the air,

every time it filled the room, all the moments when it felt like time didn’t have a definition to begin with.

When I met you, I did not believe that opposites could attract.

I did not know how valuable words could be until they came in slow thought out sentences,

quickly traveling from your lips to my ears and hanging in the space between us like Christmas ornaments,

the ones that are so beautiful you understand why they should only be put on display for a short period of time, the kind where you’re afraid to touch them in case you might leave a fingerprint,

smudge the beauty of it off with your quick responses and loud voice, the ornaments you put high enough on the tree for everyone to see, but not high enough for the risk of it to break.

You tell me that you are easily breakable, when people first meet you, you tell me, that your brain stops functioning because it cannot handle the pressure that new people bring with them.

It’s not easy for you to let people in enough to see your elaborate conversations. My luck is the kind of luck that gets me close enough to want for me to see it,

know that I’m close enough to touch it only to have me land on my face not much farther from where I began. I am lucky enough to know you,

lucky enough to hear all the ticks of your brain that the world could only dream of hearing, but I will never be lucky enough to love you.

I’m a desert that doesn’t get rain for hundreds of years at a time, and you are a thunderstorm that will only stay for a little while, you will overflow me with happiness, flood me with hope, and create fields of dreams and overdone romantic scenarios that I am not good enough to play the role for.

When you leave, when you return to the amazon where you belong, there will be some lonely hikers who will find the remains of what I wanted it to be between us.

They will pick the flowers with your name on it, but they will not question. Some questions aren’t meant to be answered. And the same reasoning applies to how beautiful Christmas ornaments don’t belong on the same branch with the generic ones you find at the bottom of the dollar store bin.