Christmas Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Christmas Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Free Verse Christmas poems written by international poets.
I remember as I child
eyeing the Christmas
tree, all lit and broadcasting.
Early-on I realized that Father
was Santa. Mother sensed it
when they married. Father, let go of his
well defined ego, embraced the principal
to secure the family, protect and
serve selflessly onto death.
In the Bluebird of Happiness
at Klutina Kate's
the rain dances
splatting the metal roof
and dribbling down the windows
Never expected to find comfort
in an old bus
but I sleep well here
Didn't expect to be here
Didn't expect to belong here
Yep, where the northern lights play
it's turning gold
I'll saddle up before it turns white
journey back through the Yukon
and make my way south for
Christmas in Florida
Or Australia
I just wanted to see some caribou
Didn't know I'd make friends
Caribou, moose, bear,
glaciers, tundra, and snow-capped peaks
there have been plenty
but they're not what I'll come back for
On every highway and byway
beauty overwhelms
but it's deep in the heart too
the kind I'd run from
Not anymore
Jesus was born in a shepherd's lowly manger
So that I can be born as a highly manager
Behind the scene God was preparing
The redemption was part of the plan
Jesus's birth was the initiation of the redemption plan
Enroute His death on the Calvary cross
The birth of Jesus Christ is the foundation for the perfection
Of the redemption of mankind
The first Adam brought poverty, sickness and damnation
The second Adam restored riches, health and redemption
We are redeemed from the curse of the law after His death
The Prince of peace returns the glory of man
Jesus's birth came to restore joy to mankind
Christmas is joy to the world for the fulfillment Of His covenant.
(Written 25/12/2025)
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Response to SPWC AUG 24
CHRISTMAS TIME
Every Christmas time, we decorate the Living Room
with foliage fearless and high, along with
a pine tree covered in bright colorful little lights
and in front of the old brick fireplace
we watch fun movies, drinking hot cocoa
wearing our slippers.
Every Christmas time we eat pumpkin pie
with cranberry sauce and a baked turkey,
along with glasses of sparkling cider
we joyfully open presents after a late
Christmas morning breakfast
that is homemade.
they wear matching pajamas in every picture
no other family has four sets of matching pajamas
but this is no ordinary family
they are all of the same mind
have identical thoughts
agree on everything
they believe in this and that
but not the other
one spring day they lost one brother
he had fallen in love
with another
shameful brother
they wrote him out of the Christmas letter
burned his matching pajamas
never saw him again
one mind, one voice equals win-win
the next one to run off was his twin
She was white wind beneath wings
Intelligent interesting and a trailblazer
Not one thing in life came easily yet
Green eyes surprised wise smiles
Ladylike all the while she persevered
Even during her cherry challenges
We wear a single white rose of remembrance
Hearts hope to honor her
In life despite death’s cruel claws
Turning turquoise tears trials tribulations to
Emerald empathy emotional
Resilience remember December her
Only wish for Christmas to love like a
Saint and receive recognition as a person
Everyone can come to in confidence
When I was a child, every holiday was a surprise
teachers had us designing jack-o-lanterns and cutting out ghosts
this is how I had an inkling Halloween was afoot
It seemed like we were tracing our fingers to make turkeys the next week
Christmas was thrown at us by the music teacher.
We did not have an art teacher back in the day
our teacher was our art teacher
There was no winter program
there was a Christmas program
No one had ever heard the term politically correct
As an adult I can finally predict when the holidays are arriving
They come fast and furiously every year, like tornadoes and windstorms
I have seen lollipop trees, sugar bell trees, faerie trees
iceberg trees, gnome trees, holly berry trees,
all for Christmas, decorated with a specific theme
I have seen a catsup tree, a taco tree, a barbeque tree
a cowboy tree, a dragon tree, a cat and dog tree
I have seen cartoon trees, and one tree of a specific meme
today I met my first living tree, a, reindeer tree
I wished I had thought of this myself
first I would have to have caught a reindeer
and learned what they eat
I am pretty sure it is not milk and cookies
a star on police uniforms
different than a star on a dressing room door
a star on a Sunday School attendance page
A star on a Christmas tree
Not the same as a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame
a starry night made famous by Van Gogh
stars in her eyes
star student
stargazer
starlight
the northern star
so many stars
plastered on the ceiling of my mind
November wears a cloak that is not thick enough
She is not pristinely white and frosty like December
There is no crown for Christmas Queen in November
She has to follow October who gets ghouls and goblins
Bats, cats, witches, brooms, and costumes
November gets what?
A turkey
an ugly bird
not even tasty if you don’t cook it right
November is the ugly stepchild
the one neither parent wants to claim
They are fighting over October and December
the interesting exciting months with the favorite holidays
November crawls into a cave in a fetal position
For Christmas,
I gave you an acrylic
painting of a sunset,
on Folly Beach.
I left out the lighthouse.
I was frustrated
enough with it.
I was losing my mind
in every shade of yellow
before I gave up.
“Done! Hang it in a corner
with dim lighting.
It will look
better.”
I’m too poor
to buy you trinkets.
My long column of words
to make you smile.
Read it twice
after V-day is over.
one of the first rules of ghostliness is to be invisible
if you have to be seen, make it a glimpse of a blip or a flash
even an orb would be too solid
the little ghost decided he wanted to dress up for Christmas
his parents saw him walking through the house and had to re-do him
he was a walking talking overdecorated entity
something older ghosts know is an enormous no-no
I cannot be
both red and green.
I am not
a Christmas theme.
I love long maroon
soft, loose sweaters
and flattering
cherry-colored
boat neck tops
that compliment
my contours.
Shades of emerald
and moss green
make me happy
on me, and in
my classroom.
The colors thrive
away from each other,
like competing siblings
in Kindergarten.
They inspire me with thought.
Now, I am ready to write
poetry.
Bleep.
Tap.
Trolly overload.
Some look as if they consume too much;others,not enough.
Bleep Bleep.
Tap Tap.
Discount app,
Three for two.
Bleep bleep bleep.
Tap tap tap.
Some appear as if in a Zen-like state of grace;
Others, as if waiting on a delayed train.
Bleep bleep bleep
Tap tap tap.
Remove card now.
Bleep bleep bleep.
From start to finish.