Holiday Children Poems | Examples
These Holiday Children poems are examples of Children poems about Holiday. These are the best examples of Children Holiday poems written by international poets.
Like a morning after
But with a new born now in tow
The euphoria of birth’s endorphins
Not yet downed by postpartum blues.
Forget the labor unions
And their favored status this holiday
This is really a national holiday
About women, and what they are best at
And indispensable for
Children!
Mother’s Day is great of course
As a Hallmark celebration
But Labor Day is equally about mothers
But because of what mothers
Are actually mothers of
Children!
Happy post Labor Day everyone
Because we are all someone’s child.
(9/8/26)
Any child will tell you...
Christmas is the best holiday of all.
The secret is drawn-out anticipation.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
decorations down
little faces at window
tinsel trail to curb
Once was a saint, round and vast,
Whose sight was strangely amassed,
He gave gifts unseen,
A concerning scene,
‘cause giving was getting fast.
Elves, with their laughter so shrill,
Made toys with joyous free will,
With hammers, they’d bang,
And merrily sang,
A chaos craft, standing still.
Then Santa paused in his flight,
And pondered the elves tonight,
“Their chaos,” he smiled,
“Wonderfully wild,”
“The chaos toys shining bright.”
Halloween
blackish, villainous
haunting, frightening, chilling
jack-o-lanterns, treats, gifts, christmas lights
rejoicing, lightening, wrapping
cheerful, enjoyable
Christmas
An eastern icicle seems to impose
as it's dripping down a church tower bell.
Bitter cold made bell and ice juxtapose,
as frost took its toll, now no one can tell.
No galloping horse and no rebel cry
amidst drifting snows now resting calmly.
Yet not quite so, with kid's natural high,
cast snowballs up, with their spirits jolly.
A target shred reveals a silver bell.
Gone are their folly, just eyes frozen stare.
The front doors open. A priest says, Noel,
to all of the kids who were gathered there.
Merry Christmas all, have fun while you play.
I'll see you at mass for Jesus' birthday.
Written December 14, 2023, for Eve Roper Contest
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Little kitty can I fill your dish?
Little kitty would you like a fish?
Little kitty can I take you home?
And get a real dome
From a well-known gnome
Mom is busy, so I want to roam
We'll sneak into the kitchen
Got to cook for you half-chicken
And make quite a scene
Stretch off but must clean;
I'll eat the strawberries -
You'll eat honey and cherries
Some people don’t hike through the wood,
especially on All Hallows Eve.
Ghosts of boys and girls of good
float at the campfire, if you believe.
Elves and pixies dance through the trees,
with taunting, mocking, and leering.
They swing and sway in the brash breeze,
their faces frighteningly jeering.
What was that? The crack in the wind
unleashes demons and banshees!
Their hideous yowling will send
even the bravest to their knees.
Ghosts and goblins arise from their graves,
harmonize in a cacophonous chant.
Don’t try to hide in the darkened caves.
They’ll find you in their raucous rant.
They’ll steal your bones with giggling glee
and make toothpicks with your ribs.
Quickly now, turn. Run, and flee
before they find you and call out “Dibs!”
Growing up together
for a short while
in my home
a daycare setting
over the moon
a sort of swoon
after a holiday break
Ronnie and Zach
attack each other’s lips
with a kiss
sweet as pie
it’s still in my mind’s eye
i saw Ronnie at the library
when i first started there
she was a teen
i recognized the street
she lived on
from off her i.d.
i saw Zach on t.v.
he was in a dancing contest
i remember his candy frenzy
he was like the energizer bunny
and there he was with a girl
in his arms
not his first love
i knew who that was
3/11/2023
Snowflakes
White, soft, and perfect.
Everything we want to see
in a cold winter holiday
for you...
and for me.
Time to dress in hats and gloves,
heavy socks and boots
to keep us warm,
with hearts lifted,
blessed and gifted.
In the morning,
crisp and fresh,
in the evening...
cold unlike the rest.
Giving way to time together,
in front of the fire,
traditions renewed,
and old stories retold.
Holding hands and laughing,
talking and telling tales
of bright..., white..., starfish, and
crystal-clear living whales,
ice fishing, snow plowing,
and allowing
life to be lived,
as it should be,
not always as it is.
A unicorn's horn,
tattered and torn,
a half eaten Hershey's,
2 crushed candy corn.
The tiniest bat wing,
mummy's white sling,
skeleton's femur,
spider web string.
Witch’s silk hat,
yawn from the cat,
shriveling pumpkin,
Snickers smushed flat.
When ghosties have gone
this is the scene;
left over remnants,
post Halloween.
As poets make their final search
for the lost syllables of fall
and wet branches of the stately birch
point out foliage is out of style
youngsters dream of holidays and smile.
December is coming
so are the nighttime rides
upon the snow-lined streets
Christmas lights all aglow
dancing with the breeze
children everywhere
their faces full of hope
logs aflame in the fireplace
and hot cocoa in hand
Enjoy the holiday season
red noses dripping
pink cheeks stinging from cold air
mittened hands clapping
written November 14, 2021
for "Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchen
sleepy children wake
gifts gather under the tree...
it's Christmas morning
(Haiku)
11/15/2021
Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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