Christmas Free Verse Poems

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.

Abandonment is
Vietnam veterans 
greeting card.

A door stepped baby.

Windowless 
city structures 
after resident's 
suburbanized.

And me 
a Christmas tree
after you undecorate.

© Brian Lanko  

the trunk of my car hides things I do not remember owning
sixteen Christmas presents that probably did not get delivered
because this is mid-May and Christmas

© Caren Krutsinger  

“Something,” a compound
word, wondering why,
back in the early days,
I enjoyed it so, until
“serendipity” came along.

The “knock-knock,”
“who’s there?” “Surprise!”
The knockout of my voice,
the showering of my

© Kim Rodrigues  

I'm sorry I didn't bring 
roses to your funeral. 

I brought a Christmas 
wreath instead. 

I didn't want to symbolize 
your withering, 

I wanted to

© Alijah Rivers  

He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

Boyhood was a one-night stand,
So brief and unforgettable,
Full of dreams,
Sweet —like a rooftop party,
Wild and loud,
When the world several feet below,
Full of envy, shouted at

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

He was deeply worried,
A problem lay within,
Buried in the depths of his heart,
Countless slaves in his possession.  
He wanted to control
All of them, he

© DK DK  

It was one solemn, long night,
Tenebrous with the astuteness of perfidy,
And multiple hours before the break of an
Impatient dawn.
Lampposts froze through the pergola of winter.
Limp

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

two years ago, on Christmas eve,
i made an appeal and stood in your court
i asked you to revoke my status-
from a stranger to a lover,

© Maanvinder Pilania  

White lace cascades,
string beads of light
fall from a quiet sky.

There’s a soulful eye-gaze—
not quite seen,
but deeply felt—
as if the night itself is watching,
studying the stars,
navigating

© Gabrielle Munslow  

Ring ting ting-a-ling,
Its that jolly old fat man
With a belly full of jelly,
And that jingle from long long ago...
Ding-dong, ding-dong--
It's that sleigh of reindeer who

© Gabe Shelly  

The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl

© Anais Vionet  

They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu