Best Elves Poems
Away up north where it’s snowing they say
the elves are preparing for Christmas day.
Big elves little elves, busier than bees
All building toys, for under Christmas trees.
Some work with hammers others building bikes,
some riding through the room on brand new trikes.
Tiny elf voices ringing loud and clear,
everyone’s full of love and Christmas cheer.
Suddenly the chatter stops; all are still,
Santa walked in the room with book and quill.
Looking down at his book, Santa Clause stared,
then lifted his eyebrows as he declared,
Today I looked inside my books
and I found that we are ahead,
and thought because you worked so hard
we shall all go outside instead.
Misses Claus made lots of sweet treats
so let’s all eat and be hearty,
for today here at the North Pole
all elves shall have a snow party.
Quick as a wink the elves they disappeared,
Santa just smiled as he tugged at his beard.
Laughing he watched his little friends scatter
and soon the mountains echoed with laughter.
Snowballs were flying, snowmen taking form,
and hot chocolate kept little elves warm.
They were sledding, skiing, skating all day,
see, elves aren’t simply, all work and no play.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.29.2014
Contest: Children’s Christmas or Holiday Tale
1st place
Santa was in his sleigh waiting to go
But the elf loading team was a no show
A strike had been called
Santa was appalled
The elves taunted him saying ho ho ho...
Santa muttered and swore under his breath
Warned the strikers they ain't seen nothing yet
Called his friend Bill Gates
They were golfing mates
Bill said " don't worry we'll beat them you bet"...
He sent Santa four hundred giant drones
And an army of robotic elf clones
Who sorted the toys
For good girls and boys
And from the elves you could hear moans and groans...
Santa didn't need to leave the North Pole
Sent the drones off by means of a console
All drones delivered
The poor elves dithered
Santa laughed he was now back in control...
The elves were fuming and they all saw red
They were so angry and wanted him dead
A bomb they did place
In Santa's fireplace
He defused it he was one step ahead...
He came after the elves who all turned pale
Disappointed that the bomb was a fail
Santa aimed his gun
Elves started to run
But the Fed's caught them and threw them in jail...
The next day they went up against Judge Dread
Who listened to what was done, what was said
It ended in tears
All got twenty years
And told don't mess with the man dressed in red...
Written on 6th December 2020.
The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O! Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O! Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…
3/19/2019
Christmas soon, very busy Elves,
the busy, busy, busy Elves,
all packing presents from the shelves,
all packing, each one tagged.
All checked, addressed then safely bagged,
then safely, safely, safely bagged,
the sleigh now loaded, warmly lagged,
the sleigh, its lagging gay.
Christmas eve, Santa on his way.
Yes! On his, on his, on his way,
Red-nosed Rudolf pulling his sleigh
Red-nosed happy elves done.
Christmas soon, very busy Elves,
Red-nosed, happy Elves, done.
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The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, an American writer and poet. She herself will tell you the form is complicated. Check her out http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/rhyming-wave/
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faeries and elves throw
fantastical wind wishes
up to us to catch.
EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true !
Elvin dreams are magic scenes;
A play performed on mind-screen;
Manifesting miracles;
Elves work Earth magic.
I’ll tell you a story you won’t forget
Of deeds of valor and fame
Of battles won and forces met
While distant seekers watch with fear
And armies flee in shame
What news travels home on the wings of birds
Of loved ones gone out to war
And of enemy horses spurred
Great battles foretold by the oldest seer
They march from tales of yore
Far off by the scouts was sighted and seen
Armies led by elven kings
With golden helms and lances keen
With faces sad and wreathed in tears
Of them this tale will sing
Great honor was won on that fateful day
And heroes rose and fell
But cold and still the elves did lay
The elven armies did disappear
Now no longer ring the bells
A tale of sorrow for a saddened world
In which we live today
A legend of blood and tears swirled
A song that to our hearts is near
As elven riders speed away
Santa’s helpers, take a break
From the toys they like to make
And just for love and pure funs sake
They dance the Santa Shuffle
Rudolph with his nose so bright
Likes to dance all through the night
A reindeer dancing’s a funny sight
While doing the Santa Shuffle.
Frosty Snowman comes to stay
With the elves he loves to play
And just before he melts away
He does the Santa Shuffle
Mrs Claus is in the pink
Gives her husband a cheeky wink
Perhaps she’s had too much to drink
She’s doing the Santa Shuffle
Santa, resting by the fire
Thinking that he may retire
Suddenly has the strange desire
To do the Santa Shuffle
So why don’t we all take this chance?
To do this festive yearly dance
Mistletoe, wine, who knows, romance
Let's do the Santa Shuffle
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
mystical dewdrop
glittering rain summer’s eve
glistens the forest
bringing the faeries full force
out of the elves lair to play
CHRISTMAS ELVES
Come listen to a tale of lessons learned.
How I now cringe remembering when I
Reached up and touched a red-clad elf and turned
Idyllic moments to a time to cry!
Such ignorance! My grandson told me that
To touch an elf will break the magic spell.
My pleas to be forgiven all fell flat
At first. I'm glad to say things turned out well.
Sweet letters to irked elves can sometimes be
Enough to bring their Christmas magic back.
Long flights to Santa Claus can guarantee
Victorious good kids. Gifts--they won't lack.
Each time I see that little elf, I make
Sure I don't touch it so no hearts will break.
The Elf on the Shelf, a book by Carol Aebersold and Chanda Bell, tells of little elf figures that show up at young children's houses just after Thanksgiving, observe the children's behavior, fly to the North Pole nightly till Christmas Eve to report to Santa, fly back, and land in a new spot each time. The elf is NOT to be touched.
She was having a fling with the elves
She would catch them alone by themselves
Then behind Santa’s back
She would hit the old sack
She was lining them up by the twelves
ship was almost bare'
Christmas Nineteen-Eighty-Three
Newport News dry dock
time was three A.M
there was a flooding somewhere
inport fire party
disaster no more
duty section back to sleep
no elves were needed
The night before Christmas, the hour quite late,
The elves were excited, they couldn’t wait,
they were almost done loading Santa’s big sleigh,
Christmas Eve was indeed, their busiest day.
They stood on the runway waving goodbye,
watching reindeer guide the sleigh through the sky,
the elves Christmas party was in the main hall
with lights on the trees, fun and frolic for all.
The food was set up as a giant buffet,
Unusual appetizers were on display.
Savory, sweet morsels, some in between,
Strange combinations like you’ve never seen.
A three-elf swing band booked to play at midnight,
they’d be dancing and singing until the daylight,
Santa arranged for this party all by himself,
his way of saying thank you to each little elf.
***
Christmas morning arrived and Santa got back,
but no elves were in sight to help him unpack,
in the hall they were all fast asleep on the floor,
Santa laughed, “HOHOHO,” when he opened the door.
This really happened, what use to pretend
they’d slept through their party beginning to end,
no food did they eat, no games did they play,
they were all tired out after such a long day.
The night before Christmas the following year,
One elf hung a big sign which read loud and clear,
Our Party commences AFTER Santa’s big flight,
This Eve is for sleeping… MERRY CHRISTMAS, GOODNIGHT!
Santa’s Elves
At twelve the "ELVES” helped SANTA CLAUS.
They packed wrapped TOYS in their new SLED.
Thick snow draped WINTER FAIRY LAND.
The view from Heaven was quite grand.
New snowmen popped up everywhere.
But only Frosty came to life.
Loud laughter filled home’s warmth inside.
FROSTY THE SNOW MAN danced outside.
Young children caroled JINGLE BELLS.
Elves and parents TRIMMING the tree,
Heard SLEIGH BELLS ringing in the dark.
The stars shown bright that CHRISTMAS Eve.
Big brothers watched for young one’s sleep.
They rode their sled onto the porch.
Oh, what fun two elf brothers had?
They wrapped more gifts to bring inside.
They helped eat treats with Santa Claus.
Their growing up was not so hard.
Becoming an elf brings sweet perks!
12/23/2016