Christmas Chocolate Poems | Examples

These Christmas Chocolate poems are examples of Chocolate poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Chocolate Christmas poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberRed Velvet Cake

Rich, with a hint of chocolate.
Every piece is decadent.
Delicious, creamy, and with white frosting.

Varies among cream cheese, buttercream or boiled.
Every birthday I would ask for one.
Layered high with boiled frosting.
Velvety smooth on your tongue, great for
Easter, Christmas or any holiday, and
Traditions of the past.

Cheerful and fond memories of my grandmother.
Always making bakery grade sweets and
Keeping her recipes hidden, written in French.
Every memory of her baking brings me joy!


Premium MemberA Christmas Tragedy

In the beginning, there were eight,
but one of them wasn't feeling great. 
When he went to heaven, 
there were only seven.

Another mysteriously departed from the mix,
as the count decreased to six.

Alas, one more was no longer alive.
The tally was reduced to five. 

Was there some kind of predator?
The total was now at four.

When I next checked in to see,
I saw only three.

We share a house, me and you.
Now there are but two.

What's your alibi?  You have none. 
Now, there's only one.

So, I'll eat the last chocolate but,
I hope you left one with a nut.

Premium MemberChocolate

Chunks of dark chocolate
Crushed into a large mug,
Covered in silky milk,
Cooked until subtly warm
Caresses my parched throat,
Comforts my snow-cold hands –
Christmas cheer on my tongue!

Premium MemberTis the season of love

Hanging last of candy canes.
The tree is looking better than ever.
Christmas carols and hot coco.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberChristmas List

Give me garments spun from silk
and the chocolate of milk.
Render me robes of finest fleece  
and the golden eggs of geese.


Premium MemberSugar and Snowflakes

There is magic in ...
Sugar and snowflakes, 
When wonder does begin
As December awakes

Where this magic comes from 
Do we really need to know ...
From first bite to last crumb
O, how we enjoy it, though

These simple, pleasurable things 
Dance and mix and melt ...
Upon imaginary wings ...
And with our feelings felt

Comes to us like a dream
These things need not grow up,
Unlike the rising steam ...
From a hot cocoa cup

Wonderful and sweet
A warmer winter makes,
When candy and spice meet
And an oven slowly bakes

There is magic in the air
In crystals can be found,
Within many sugared fare
Or snowflakes on the ground.

Premium MemberHoliday Chocolates

Eating chocolate bells until my bulging stomach swells.
Indulging in the sweets which I was given as holiday gifts.
Enjoying delicious small chocolate coins from a mason jar.

Premium MemberChocolate Covered Cherries

Chocolate Covered Cherries
How ooey gooey good
Oh how I love the sweetness
Chocolate never tasted so good
Only one is not enough
Love them as I do
And I await them anxiously
Then buy and hoard a few
Eaten on the sly

Chocolate Covered Cherries
Only once a year
Venders put them on display
Enticing far and near
Really never see them
Except at Christmas time
Don't share the last box

Chocolate Covered Cherries
Here but for awhile
Each confectioner's delight
Really makes me smile
Rich and smooth so very sweet
Inside a hidden cherry
Eat them slowly, make them last
Special luscious treat
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSnowflakes

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.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberIce Cream Dreams

Can you imagine cream and sugar stirred
into snowy banks and winter flakes whirred.
Ice crystals forming into skating pond
for strawberries' axels and jumps beyond.

Chocolate trees stand, as limbs but a shell.
Gumdrops are children singing soft Noel.
Afternoon dish of strawberry ice cream:
tongue-lickin' good with room for tiny dream.

June 20, 2022
for Julia Ward's Ice Cream Poetry Contest
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSeasonal Goods

With Christmas done and dusted now that we’re in January
I’m feeling rather portly cos I ate, drank and got merry
With twenty pounds upon my waist and ten pounds on my legs
The last thing that I need is shops crammed full of Easter eggs

Premium MemberA Big Mistake

This year, everyone is taking turns in the loo Since Aunt Judy used Ex-lax in the fruitcake She didn't know she’d create so much poo Nor cause us all to have an atrocious bellyache Christmas Chastushka Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich December 17, 2020

Premium MemberChocolate For Christmas

In the mood to makes chocolates
This year I will make the cherry
Some coated in dark some in lite
Then I will make chocolate dates

These will not last very long 
They will be eaten quickly
This will be my chocolate treat
This is what chocolates is about

Premium MemberSeason's Eatings

Hot apple cider
Cinnamon savors
Gingerbread houses
Sugar and spice neighbors

Peppermint cocoa
Sugarplum favors
Gifting my tastebuds
With Christmastime flavors

12/13/19

For 'McWhirtle Me' contest
Sponsor: charles messina

Premium MemberC Is For Christmas

“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she left off. 
She did not want to go, 
but she does not hurt…
anymore. 

Dear God, 
for Christmas, 
skip me first and last, 
put my father on instead. 
He needs things, 
that I can not buy, 
that perhaps, 
the value 
is too 
high?

He needs hope. 
Something only you,
supply. 
He needs to laugh, 
and be home with
us. 

Thank you for grandma, 
and papa, 
they are trying… very hard. 
But father, 
we miss you. 
Come 
home.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

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