10 Best Famous Noel Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Noel poems. This is a select list of the best famous Noel poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Noel poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of noel poems.

• All Famous Noel Poems

 May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

 The Lives and Times of John Keats,
Percy Bysshe Shelley, and
George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron

Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of Lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley and Keats.

 I Christmas Poem for Nancy

Noel, Noel
We live and we die
Between heaven and hell
Between the earth and the sky
And all shall be well
And all shall be unwell
And once again! all shall once again!
 All shall be well
By the ringing and the swinging
 of the great beautiful holiday bell
Of Noel! Noel!

II Salute Valentine

I'll drink to thee only with my eyes
When two are three and four,
And guzzle reality's rise and cries
And praise the truth beyond surmise
When small shots shout: More! More! More! More!

III Rabbi to Preach

Rabbi Robert Raaba will preach
 on "An Eye for an Eye"
 (an I for an I?)
(Two weeks from this week: "On the Sacred Would")
At Temple Sholem on Lake Shore Drive
- Pavel Slavensky will chant the liturgical responses
And William Leon, having now thirteen years
 will thank his parents that he exists
To celebrate his birthday of manhood, his chocolate 
Bar Mitzvah, his yum-yum kippered herring, his Russian
 Corona.

 Towards the Noel that morte saison 
(Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)
Then when the grey wolves everychone 
Drink of the winds their chill small-beer 
And lap o' the snows food's gueredon 
Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer 
(Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!)
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Ask ye what ghost I dream upon? 
(What of the magians' scented gear?)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone 
That make the stark winds reek with fear 
Lest love return with the foison sun 
And slay the memories that me cheer 
(Such as I drink to mine fashion)
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Where are the joys my heart had won? 
(Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!)
Where are athe lips mine lay upon, 
Aye! where are the glances feat and clear 
That bade my heart his valor don?

I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown meer 
(Who knows whose was that paragon?)
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Prince: ask me not what I have done 
Nor what God hath that can me cheer 
But ye ask first where the winds are gone 
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see          i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid

look          the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"