@Inferno_Dragon: I didn't really like the repetition of "awful" and "epiphanies" in the Harry Potter one. For some reason it seemed like you were struggling to find words, so you used ones you felt safe with. I don't know.
And in the first one, in the fourth stanza you reiterate that the tree could be in a different place, and I think that it's unnecessary detail, really, cos you've already said that it can be upstairs or downstairs. That said, I think that the Christmas poem captures the excitement of the holiday really well, and in both poems I liked the first person perspective you used. ^_^

@Dratinihaunter: I loved the repetition of the /d/ sound and the enjambment worked particularly well, I thought. I'm a little uncertain about "hover your bodice/to cover", but only cos I don't really understand the image you're trying to invoke.
I think that the lack of capitals was also effective, (like e.e.cummings, ergh) as it gives the poem a more, sort-of, I dunno, flowiness. And I know, any essay that uses the word "flow" is shot by teachers, but I cannot think of a better word. So sue me. ^_~

And now, two poems of my own. The first is the product of being given a picture, writing as much down as we could about it and then writing the poem later, without the picture in front of me, and the second was the product of a writing exercise we did in my seminar class.
I'd like to draw your attention to the fact that the second one does, in fact, rhyme! Something I'm really proud of, since I can never use rhyme usually. ^_^
Oh, also, for the second poem we were given an object (mine was a mirror) and we had to write the poem from the p.o.v of that object. Fun!
(Upon reading it out loud, something about the rhythm of the last line in the mirror poem doesn't feel right. Anyone think of a replacement for "beauty" that fits with the rhythm more?) Scrap that, I changed "forever more" to "'ever more". Huzzahs! ^_^

Shades of Home
There is a mare, present at every meal.
She snuffles through open half-door for food freely given
From kindly hand.
There is a dog, staring hopefully, longing in his eye
For the food that sits so close,
Yet forbidden.
There is a plant. It sits, forlorn, bare on the windowsill,
As if awaiting water or spring,
Though blossoms bloom outside uncaring.
There are but two shades: dust and homeliness.
And dear family sit side by side,
Grasped tightly by sepia and brown
As they enjoy the simple food before them.

Mirror Poem (no-name)

I see the world through others' eyes
A wistful sigh, a recollection.
I tell the truth, but in disguise
Perfection in a clear reflection.

Bad luck to you if I should break
My body shattered on the floor.
My fragile heart do not unmake
And I'll show beauty 'ever more.