Summer Christmas Poems | Examples
These Summer Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Christmas Summer poems written by international poets.
My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade.
Singing birds dancing upon your grace
Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint
An everyday Christmas when you're awake
You are a gift to me
Cherishing how your hand sparkles
Feet smoother than any babies
Sweet Carmel skin
My love looks like winter but is always sunny
Never below seventy degrees
Lioness bowing down to royalty
You are powerful
Understand your force
Control the wind on this earth
Is that you, Isis?
~Reborn
What wonderful warmth
Weaves through my bones
Some mystic music
With healing tones
A summer waft
A sunshine snuggle
A hug so deep
Erasing trouble
If only I could bottle this
To keep it fresh
This cleansing balm
This wonderous mesh..
Connecting souls
Correcting ills
Blessing so full
It overspills
The world needs more -
This love strewn hit
To cure pandemic
Deficit
Yet here I rest
Tired eyes closed tight
While restful thoughts
Redeem the blight
A harvest
Doth my soul peruse
An ancient truth
Stills daily news
Join me, do
If you so desire
To find your heart's
Angelic choir
A harmony
That lives within
To quell the worldly
Heartless din
Peaceful corner
Comfy chair
Your favourite spot
I'll meet you there
In the land of spring where hope was born
it's gift - release of winter's hold.
The sun of summer lost its luster
following some how., days take a low bow,
streaked trials all but lost.
Now the days shorter than a lit match' dream.
a moment caught in light tho' weak, just a ray.
Dark hooded and clothed in a fallen snow,
Christmas always wished it just that way.
Hand sore from barbed wire's wretched greeting,
on a winter's walk I wandered on.
Pink glow of youth' robust cheek, sure of foot, still searching
time's meaning of So long.
My father's stride now recognized,
though stronger than in memory's glow..
intersected my own low stuttered step
printed before me in light gathering snow.
Will landscape of winter's white recall my feet,
as I walk the trail where foot steps converge again.
Years on, still hold my children's hands..
awed in perfect artistry of falling weight and wind.
Tell you once in awhile, while lookin' away..
just at a whisper when you're near,
thanks for bein' here..
Christmas always wished it just that way.
So, preparing stuffing:
Stir the crumbs, broth, onion,
Sage and the seasonings,
Simmering the mixture.
Summer savory is
Special to Newfoundland.
Stuff the bird, bake, enjoy.
The summer season
Is just come to an end
As the colder season
Is fast approaching
The Christmas carol
Is just starting in the airwaves
And Christmas decorations
Is now displayed in malls
Christmas light is in plazas
In front of every facade
Of every town building
Christmas trees begun
Standing in every house corner
And the climate is getting colder
And people's face are getting brighter
Really, the yuletide season is coming
A celebration of heart and union
A long celebration all year round
A holiday celebration of the birth of Jesus.
FROSTY
Frosty the snowman, the hero of the song
Fired from his winter job, as he always got it wrong
Found a job in Florida, cooking burgers on the hob
No longer a snowman, with his new hot summer job
A soulful look in those eyes of coal, sadness was complete
He soon had lost so much weight, a puddle round his feet
After one shift he was fired again when his hat he tried to doff
One serving even got a carrot when his nose fell off
There was so little left of him as he made his way back North
Snowbirds were quite different, travelling back and forth
He made the Canadian border, accumulating snow
Hoping that, given time and cold, his body may re-grow
But up into the mountains, it was so bitter cold he froze
So now he’s a national statue that everybody knows
I still believe in Love
and the magical realm above
the mistletoe and Christmas glow
hot choc mint, white soft snow
But in Australia, it’s summer time
loads of flies, in their prime
sausage sizzles, sweltering days
tanning under, the sun’s rays
I still believe, in dreams coming true
but alone each year, brings sparks of blue
Now once again, Christmas is here
so I force a smile and give a cheer
Others are hurting, more than I
so I wish them well, as they look to the sky
We mustn’t give in, we must not mope
Miracles happen, don’t give up hope.
"Children full of giggles, dance in excitement around the Christmas tree, a camera captures the moment." Quote by poet
The emerging day, a crisp fresh white nature
exemplifies early Christmas season.
Scent painted patterns of blue spruce,
Scots pine and Nobel fir, so many shapes
and sizes to pick from.
Summer long gone; snow lies upon the ground.
Sun crowns the pinnacle emerald trees
with each limb adorn with handfuls of snow.
Along the way, a blue jay perched on a limb
shaking its tail feathers, a red robin alights and stares,
making it easy to pick the perfect Christmas tree.
Dressed in an armor of glimmering tensile, cranberry garland,
colorful lights, and a variety of glass ornaments on its branches,
and an angel, stands center stage atop of the tree.
Gifts wrapped in colorful Christmas wrapping,
ribbons, and bows under the tree, a perfect cameo.
An old kitchen dresser
stood against a wall
in the shed. Its drawers were full
of things that kept a small boy
occupied for hours.
Retired kitchen gadgets,
tools, balls of string
and a treasure trove
of discarded odds and ends
hoarded just in case
something there might
“come in handy one day”.
There was a drawer off limits
for little hands,
my grandmother's place for keeping
dahlia tubers safe and dry
for their winter sleep.
Brown paper bags held
the sacred cache.
Come spring they were taken
from their dark, musty crypt
for their yearly rebirth.
Planted in a square of garden
overlooked by the dining room
window, the tubers would
begin to stir in the warming sun.
By Christmas day, the first bright
blooms would blaze
extravagant color that could
be seen from the table
as we tucked into lunch
crowned in our paper hats.
To a child, it seemed like magic,
just pure magic.
Note.
Christmas in Australia
is, of course, in summer.
LIGHT OF LOVE
THIS BIRTH OR MAY BE IN THE PAST ,
I GOT YOUR NAME IN THE CARD.
SUMMER GONE WINTER CAME ,
I DANCE ALONE IN THE RAIN .
WAITING GAME WAS CONTINUOUS SO LONG,
I HOLD MY FEELINGS IN ME SO STRONG .
THE KISS IN THE MOON NIGHT ,
I AM YOURS YOU ARE MINE.
YOUR EMBRACE AND THIS SPRING ,
I AM MELTING LIKE AN ICE CREAM .
HOLDING OUR HANDS WE WALK INTO WOODS ,
I WANNA BE WITH YOU IN THE YELLOW WOODS .
THE COTTAGE AND THIS BONFIRE ,
I AM CUDDLING AND YOU ADMIRE .
FOUR DAYS AND FIVE NIGHTS OF OUR HONEYMOON ,
YOU ARE IN BLACK AND I AM IN MAROON.
FROM TWO WE BECOME ONE ,
PEOPLE LOST GAME AND WE WON .
THE MIDNIGHT STARS ARE SPECTATORS,
NEW LIFE AHEAD AND WE ARE CREATORS .
WE MAY NOT BE HERE FOR TOO LONG,
OUR LOVE REMAIN HERE AS A POEM .
THOU WILL HUM THIS POEM OF LOVE ,
AND EXEMPLIFY US AS DOVE .
LOVE IS VERSE OF WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ,
EACH WORD HAS ITS OWN WORTH.
Winters Sun.
Crystal shapes on the windowpane, glistening in the morning sun. Fields all ploughed now show the signs of Jacks skates from the night, birds all flown just the winter animals left to roam.
Summer garbs now replaced thick woolly jumpers hats and scarves are now all the craze. Children moan at the long cold nights, while others enjoy cups of hot chocolate tea, ensconced in warm and happy homes, while outside the snow lightly falls.
St Nick his turn soon to come, readies his list and the reindeer team, till that day fingers and toes both young and old, feel the cold from doing chores in winters sun.
By
Patrick D
Covid Christmas © 2020
by Bob Moore
T’was a month before Christmas, And all through the town,
People wore masks which covered their frown.
The frown had begun, way back in the spring,
When a global pandemic had changed everything.
They called it corona, But unlike the beer,
It didn’t bring good times, it didn’t bring cheer.
Contagious and deadly, this virus spread fast,
Like a wildfire that starts, when fuelled by gas.
Airplanes were grounded, travel was banned.
Borders were closed, across air, sea and land.
As the world entered lockdown, to flatten the curve
The economy halted, and folks lost their verve.
From March to July, we rode the first wave,
People stayed home, they tried to behave.
When summer emerged, the lockdown was lifted.
But away from the caution, many folks drifted.
Now it’s November, and cases are spiking,
Wave two has arrived, much to our disliking.
Frontline workers, doctors and nurses,
Try to save people, from riding in hearses
Bob Moore
Forgive me
Oh gentle tree
As I strip away
Your garland glory
Your ornamental tinsel dress
Laid plucked and bare
Prepared to rest
And I thank you
For your evergreen light
As hope illuminated
Against the lengthy nights
May your message of peace
Bless this home
Even once spring and summer
Has come, and gone
Though Christmas is now
Packed and boxed away
Oh Christmas tree
Let your goodwill
Stay
01/18/23
**So, where I live a blizzard just ended a day ago, and as a result we are having a white Christmas. Now Christmas is a great season, but I really love summer. This is a summertime parody of "Joy To the World."
Done with the snow, the sun is hot.
Let play outside revive
Let every child, the girls and boys
swing freely at the park
swing freely at the park
swing freely, freely at the park.
***
Done with the cold, the summer sings
Dive deep into the pool.
While parks and picnics, watermelons and BBQ,
bask the sunshine glow
bask the sunshine glow
bask, bask the sunshine glow.
***
Sun rules the land, with heat and warmth.
And makes great fun outside
The rays of bright glory delight
And boost of serotonin
And boost of serotonin
and boost, boost of serotonin
And boost, boost of serotonin.
Christmas finds a way to us,
It fills our hearts with joy, laughter and fun,
It weakens the limbs of sadness and gloom,
It disperses every heaviness.
Christmas is a time to share and give,
No one lies in wait for the crumbs that fall off the master's table,
There's no hoarding and amassing for tomorrow’s pleasures,
We are held by yuletide's boundless love.
The fragrance of Christmas pervades every home,
It’s light halos people and places,
Its beauty is seen like flowers in spring,
Its glory radiates like the sun in summer.
Songs are sung in churches and street corners,
To hail the birth of the incarnate deity,
Born to rid the world of the shackles of midnight,
And to cleanse the world from every ill.
December 12, 2022.