Christmas Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
These Christmas Iambic Pentameter poems are examples of Iambic Pentameter poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Iambic Pentameter Christmas poems written by international poets.
"Years come and go so fast- from start to end
yet, each that passes- is a dividend."
_by Poet
Another year has quickly passed away;
from start to finish, most will so agree-
just in a blink, each twenty-four-hour day
dissolved within the fleeting twelve-month spree.
The seasons too, each year, by four divide-
and they in, months of three, present contrast;
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter- so provide
those welcomed changes, making time fly fast.
And, so a year noway slows down to stall-
last January passed not long ago.
And here we are- December did enthrall
with Christmas- then, advanced the New Year flow.
That measurement of time- another year-
does come and go at will, we know it's true;
to start afresh- in twelve months, disappear.
Accept each new one as life's gift to you.
December 1, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: "Y" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 12/03/2021
Christmas Eve Mystery
The sun had set, and it was Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa finished up and packed the sleigh;
made sure his Reindeer were geared up to go
before they'd have some time outside to play.
Now it was time to go to North Pole Park,
for there they'd snack on greens below the snow,
and run and prance to loosen up their legs
for galloping through space 'neath moonlit glow.
There, Santa rested on his favored bench;
'tween nodding, saw them romping everywhere.
However, Rudolph proudly stood on guard
beside him watching with protective care.
But soon enough, except for one, they'd fled;
whichever way they looked, none to be found!
Rudolph and Santa surely seemed upset...
yelled out each name in hopes they'd come around.
Before long, darkness fell upon the park.
Did Santa's deer come back to join the team?
Yes...every precious gift arrived on time.
'Twas only Santa's 'forty winks' bad dream!
December 10, 2018
For the Contest, "The Park Bench At Christmas",
sponsored by Sara Kendrick, based on Picture #3
There were only ten days left 'til Christmas
She only had nine dollars left to spend
Only eight Christmas ornaments were hung
There were only seven gifts left to buy
One for six children and one for herself
And there were five shooters that came to play
Killing four of the bright and happy sous
All it took was three cold guns and cold hearts
And now there were only two children left
And she had only one dollar to spend
Christmas Mass
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
And I will light some candles in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift that few had known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen.....
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
CHRIST'S MASS
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth
and wonder at the bright and shining star
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
And I will light some candles in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for your gift that few have known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
the gift of love is all I have, and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you.
Amen
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
A poem for Advent. I wish you well, whether you are a person of faith or no faith. We are one another x
Today, my dear friend Harriet gave to me
A tiny glittery nativity
Like Russian dolls, the size of half a thumb
A tiny Joseph Dad and Mary Mum
And Jesus, smaller than a fingernail
Such tiny things to tell so grand a tale
And as she pressed them in my hand her eyes
So bright and hopeful, old and kind and wise
Were simply brimming with that shining light
That fuelled the star that lit that mystic night
Some weeks ago, she gifted me a stone
Found on a beach where she had walked alone
All gold and smooth from rolling ocean’s wear
For me to hold in moments of despair
And there were candles then that she had lit
Upon the table where we sometimes sit
And then, like now, I very nearly cried
So touched by all the love she has inside
If only love and Christmas were like this
All simple joy, delight and friendly kiss
All gentleness, all light and subtle sheen
Like all the things in her that I have seen
I wish you joy, like Harriet wishes me
A Christmas full of love; all blesséd be
by Gail
Christmas Mass
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
And I will light some candles in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen.....
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Present Date: December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped: December 23, 1944
From: _______ no return address but clearly overseas
To: Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years
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The Letter
The letter came by mail on Christmas Day
The envelope was clearly decades old
No postal service can be used today
From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold
This could not be about the man I lost
The mystery of where he is remains
Is MIA from World War II his cost
In this enfolded missive clue contains
An overwhelming fear takes hold of me
To get this letter on a holiday
My life content but miss my man at sea
Potential subterfuge to my dismay ?
Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear
There's something that this letter has to say
Mentation meditates the chiffonier
I put away to read another day
I traveled the world
And though it is vast
I still need a truth
That would always last
Studied some books
And know my mind too
The whole time God knows
Only love will do
Studied Religion and
Forever I found
Even God loves Love
On this I expound
My Mom in my life
Always there for me
Taught me that true love
Would there always be
Love doesn't judge man
And I'm very free
From color or type
Of good company
True love doesn't die
"Oh Love, you'll abound,"
Despite all the bad
You'll stand your ground
Love's the Law for me
We are always free
Love keeps me alive
This is Love's decree.
Twas the night after Christmas Two Thousand Ten
Fulton Street was dazzling, pristine and a glow
An evening we'll remember over and over again
For it was a night as pure as the glistening snow
Christmas music flittered through the air
Bringing us peace, joy and sheer delight
Our hearts beating to the rhythm of a snare
Was that a twinkle I saw, a shimmering light
You led me through the many winding trees
A forest full of garland, angels and reindeer
I felt light and free, as if floating on a breeze
With you by my side, I would never know fear
We stopped at one magnificent, fragrant fir
You pointed to an ornament just within reach
A diamond so stunning it sent everything a blur
It was your gift to me, taking away my speech
My heart danced and soared to heights anew
You knelt down and asked me to be your wife
Without hesitation I said YES to you
Knowing we'll be together into eternal life.
In September I remember the summer that went by
I remember in september those birds that flew so high.
Halloween is comming, thanksgiving after that
then Christmas time is here again and santa's oh so fat
New years should be fun, then soon there will be rain
it is then the cloths we wear can not be the same.
In natures ever cycle we call this time the fall
where in the breeze thats blowing, natures slumber calls
We sweep and rake the leaves, thats scattered all about
while all the time we're knowing, in the spring time seeds will sprout.
In September i remember those days that seemed to last
I remember in September, these years go by so fast.
L.T.
"58"