Noel Christmas Poems | Examples
These Noel Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Noel. These are the best examples of Christmas Noel poems written by international poets.
Not in the warmth of season,
Or blossoming of spring;
Enchantment finds for reason
Love, light that peace shall bring.
As tormented as Vincent Van Gogh was…
there was also a lot of wisdom there…
He said: if you truly love nature…
you will find beauty everywhere..
And following his logic…in this season of Noel…
If we truly love Christmas and the holidays
We should be able to find love everywhere
and everyday…as well.
Each morning, Saint Nicholas did rise
to a loud jingle jangle surprise
He went where the deer dwell
and removed each one's bell
surely that is a No Bell Peace Prize
Christmas Day frozen crawl, inch by iced inch,
Santa on dream mood sleigh ride,
reindeers snow flecked wink!
Dashing with a write
Riding a sleigh through the snow
Jingle ever after words
Snowball fights all the ay
Poet writing as I go along
Observing all the distinguished Christmas trees
It became a pause and reflect for me
Captivated by all the decorations, colorful lights and ornaments
Christmas cheer
Preserver
Sugar and Spice mix
Noel felt
North Star journey
Surrounded by a little Babe that would be King over the world
Joy to the heart
Happiness with a smile
Blessings to the Soul
Peace and Goodwill embrace
A Poet who shall
Happy Holidays to all
Restful night in silent night.
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midnight frost whispers,
shepherds gasp—sky torn by gold~
a cry melts the dark
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.
Each of my limbs is meant for adorning
With beautiful lights and jolly decorations
Ribbons flow around me, never warning
This is the time when love touches in sensations
I still remember the joy of the squirrels and birds
When I lived in the forest, beside the oaks I love
For the ache in my heart, there are really no words
But I must sacrifice my quiet life for the One above
He is worth more than many of my green hands
I am only one of this Jesus’ many fans!
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.
KISS me under mistletoe.
MISS me not, I'll never go.
MIST you see upon my eye?
LIST the reasons I might cry.
LOST I would be, I might die.
LOSE you - no, I'm first to tell -
LOVE you, this, our first Noel.
Not everyone
Is having a Merry Christmas
Not everyone
In the masse
Is enjoying a happy one.
Many are attending masses
Many are shopping in the malls
Many are suffering in the hospitals
Many are busy in the classes.
Not everyone
In town
Is having a Holly Jolly Christmas
Not everyone
Has a crown
And a palace.
Many are sad
Many are mad
Many are carrying a cross
Many are sick and lost.
Christmas is about doing our best
Christmas is about working with the rest
Christmas is about Hope and Peace
Christmas is about Love and Feast.
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hebert Logerie Saturday, December 24, 2016
My Yuletide joy is
To feed poor and hungry ones
Come in from the sleet
The parents humbly thank God
Children sing the song Noel
Noel set me off.
Memories, permutations,
Eating paper.
My mother in her apron.
Dad with the black bin bag
Ready to bin the now useless wrapping
and
I thought.
As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs.
What would set them off?
Set them off in their driverless car
Minor technological switches
Urine to wash the British navy's kecks
Half an hour rinse
After I've joined the dead
Thirty years from now.
Noel is in the air, loving Christmas in every instance and circumstance.
Feeling excited about upcoming activities of mirth and merriment.
Silver bells are gently ringing all over the city, and enthusiasm mounts.
My heart leaps as I look into the air seeing the Christmas cherubs….