Angels Christmas Poems | Examples
These Angels Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Angels. These are the best examples of Christmas Angels poems written by international poets.
A fantastical year is wished the star
Sat on the festive tree, and in our hearts
You'll be remembered as long as we’re here
For the magic that to us would appear.
Our mother, our angel you'll always be
There is no other as lovely as thee
Your care and kindness was never undone
From the first moments our lives begun.
There's a wondrous light, that always beams bright
Gleaming in our hearts by day and by night
Not a day goes by without thoughts of you
Mother, our angel, your love sees us through.
May your time in heaven stay glorious
One day we'll be there to join the chorus
Of angels singing, songs of peace and love
Won't that be wonderful for each of us.
Us sisters wish love and peace evermore
In the room God saved for you on His shore.
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We fall backwards
into the snowdrifts,
arms sweeping arcs like wings
in slow motion.
Cold seeps
through mittens,
but the sky
is sooooo wide.
Pressed deep,
we breathe
cloud-breath
into
cloud-light.
We rise,
leaving behind
these fragile ghosts
their imprint
remains after we stand~
temporary cathedrals,
hollows
where the world held us
just long enough
to matter.
On one Holy Night
An Inn Keeper was experiencing a very thriving business
King Herod demonstrated his selfishness and his evilness
Joseph and Mary found no comfortable accommodations
On One Holy Night
The bright shinning star was obedient to God
The wisemen were focused and determined
The religious leaders knew the Scriptures
On One Holy Night
The angels were joyfully communicating God's message
to the world; And the shepherds were obedient and
convinced as they became carriers of good news
Tonight is the night that Santa takes off
With presents all kiddies are dreaming of
Reindeer are delighted
Extremely excited
All patiently waiting for the lift off.
Snow flakes have been falling, the earth glows bright
Houses are glittering with Christmas lights
Angels sing in sweet voice
As the earthlings rejoice
The baby born who was named Jesus Christ.
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Midnight chimes,
softly the voices glide
heavenly, untied~
Listen.
Snowflakes pause,
heaven echoes
in crystalline air~
Hush now.
Hymns flow
singing our sorrows
into the gloom~
Breathe in.
Darkness parts,
angels whispering
through silent night~
Believe.
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I.
straw-scratched cheek, small fist
clenched—did angels warn you how
manger splinters pierce?
II.
kings kneel, yet you grasp
a shepherd’s calloused thumb first~
a carpenter’s thumb
III.
cold stable, warm breath.
God wrapped in swaddling—waiting
for nails, not our praise.
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Oh, hear the angels' voices~
not in church hymns
or sterling choirs,
but in the trembling
of moth wings
against a porch light's glare,
in the hiss
of tires on wet asphalt
as midnight
pulls the curtain tight.
They sing through
broken things~
the ache of a bent nail
left in wood,
the sigh
of a screen door
swinging loose
on one hinge.
No halos,
no trumpets~
just the unbearable
tenderness
of rain
finding the cracks
in everything
we tried to seal.
He’s been on the lawn
Every year…for 40 years
A four foot tall plastic
Glowing, snowman
I sat with him yesterday
As he looked a bit down.
Asked “what’s up old friend?”
He sighed, slowly spoke
Asking “where are all my friends?”
“There are no angels across the street
No bells chiming down the way
I haven’t heard one Christmas carol
Or seen one silly Christmas sweater”
I hesitated to tell him
The Grinch had actually
Stolen Christmas
Or at least held its joy hostage.
He flinched when I told him
“some even take offense at you”
Because of what you symbolize,
What you stir in the hearts of children
Reawaken in the hearts of alleged adults.
My neighbors are trying to figure out
Why I was sitting on the lawn
Singing Frosty the Snowman
Loudly and somewhat off key
Light me a new candle,
Put it before the manger,
It is a bit cold, love.
Yet we’re in no danger.
There's Jesus, a small babe
In a cold, wintry day
Lying on some fresh straw.
Kneel down and calmly pray.
Mary, Joseph calmly,
Adore the king of kings
Shepherds come with their lambs
Angels fly with bright wings.
Christ in Bethlehem born.
Choirs sing heavenly hymns.
Let us give Him His due
Ask to forgive our sins.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021
Orange zest does invite us to fest
Another year of angst and anguish
How they more enviable are lavish
But pleasure in abundance-hence we
Were duly flattered by God’s approval
Removal from authority for one day
All our fears and anxiety at bay
Turkey heaven-little Tim only seven
Give him his joyous occasion-teen spirit
To the table without much persuasion
Blissful being-how the angels do sing
of our battle through the year, our tidings are
nearly here
COURAGE
HUMILITY
REFLECTION
IMMORTALITY
SCRIPTURE
TREASURE
MARY
ANGELS
SALVATION
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Midwinter’s blush—not born of frost,
but coaxed from shadows when days shrink
to slivers. A star-shaped constellation
pressed between panes, each scarlet leaf
a silent flare against winter’s gray.
Some call it flor de Nochebuena,
flower of the Holy Night~
as if crimson could hold reverence,
as if a plant remembers angels
or the weight of a child’s breath.
Yet here it stands: unbothered by theology,
a bold geometry of joy.
Watch how its gold-tipped stamens
ignite like votives~
not praying, simply being light.
The angels did not sing. Not at first.
Their silence split the sky like frost on stone,
a pause between the star’s slow burst
and the breath that would become the song.
Noel, they’d say, but first—the dark,
the shepherd’s fire gnawing at the night,
the lamb’s pulse quick beneath his palm,
the weight of wool, the itch of straw,
the way a man might kneel
without knowing why.
Then~
the air grown thick with wings,
the cry like wine poured from a height,
the name that broke the nameless dark:
Noel, Noel, the root, the spark,
the falling, catching, light.
Now we hum it, clean and bright,
but the first Noel was half a scream~
the sound a world makes when it tears
and finds the seam is lined with gold.
Inspired by My Darling Little Sister, My Punky
yard sale
next door
just four
with cash
christmas
shopping
gift picks
her choice
angels
adorn
each roof
over
salt pep
houses
shakers
perfect
gift for
parents
parents
open ~
angels
hold scrolls
pep reads
‘p house’
salt reads
‘s house’
mom nods
mouth wide
dad squirms
eyes down
too thrilled
for words
girl child
believes
I am a cheery festive Christmas tree
No surprise, folk truly do adore me
They decorate me with baubles and lights
I fill kiddies hearts with yuletide delights
They relish the chocolate money bags
Love the angels dressed in sparkly glad rags
They'll sing carols around me, it's such fun
Life as a Christmas tree is never glum
I'm blessed to be part of the holy joy
Bringing memories to each girl and boy.