Christmas Quatern Poems | Examples
These Christmas Quatern poems are examples of Quatern poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Quatern Christmas poems written by international poets.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Her Christmas eyes, holiday green.
In the dark you can see her whites.
Shines like the moon on Winter nights.
Her acres startle of twilights.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Flamboyant blinker-pomp excites;
And heaven’s angels it delights.
Illuminated halo heights.
Seraphims and cherubims praise.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
She can’t see what’s out of her sights.
On Holiday she set her sights.
For where does she find the brilliance?
God’s moral code - not wrongs but rights.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
The snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and the bright Christmas lights flicker;
the beauty outside I behold,
as the snow falls colder, thicker.
Walking I gaze at a window,
the snowflakes fall and it is cold;
I stand at a closed store window,
and I curl up on the threshold.
All I own in the bag I hold,
I fall into a deep, deep sleep;
the snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and visions into my dream creep.
Hands are holding me as we rise,
and I see a land made of gold;
a man smiles beautiful and wise,
the snowflakes fall and it is cold.
Most beautiful is Christmas Day -
remembrance of the newborn King.
How beautiful when people pray
and praises to the good Lord sing.
How sweet when joy rings in the air.
Most beautiful is Christmas Day
when those we love are with us there
and we can hear kind words they say.
How beautiful the babe that lay
inside a manger – Prince of Peace!
Most beautiful is Christmas Day.
May hope and love worldwide increase.
How beautiful are children’s faces
when with kin they laugh and play.
Happily we give embraces!
Most beautiful is Christmas Day.
Nov. 17, 2022
for the Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose Rose
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
Reminiscing about Christmases past,
Thinking about a lost love that will cleave
The heart, but memories do last and last.
Remembering those most treasured moments
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
For tomorrow the danger of a war foments
And some young soldiers will take their leave.
Listening to soft carol sounds, I shall grieve
While sipping a hot toddy of brandy and cider
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
But I’ll be wishing I was sitting here beside her.
It’s not likely I’ll be interrupted in my solace
Friends and family will have taken their leave
Preparations for Christmas were quite aweless
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve.
written December 24, 2021
Jesus, Christ our Savior, was born
in a stable in Bethlehem.
And a star led three wise men to
a babe lying in a manger.
For amongst the lowly livestock,
Jesus, Christ our Savior, was born.
And shepherds tending to their flocks
were drawn to that miracle star.
And they left their sheep in the fields,
to go and see this wondrous thing.
Jesus, Christ our Savior, was born
and angels trumpeted His birth.
And at that moment, the world changed,
nothing would ever be the same.
Through immaculate conception,
Jesus, Christ our Savior, was born.
(Quatern)
12/21/2021
Nativity New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I want a Christmas every day
Not a Santa Claus in his sleigh,
Or bringing presents to the good
Loving each other, as we should.
Peace on earth, a small price to pay
I want a Christmas every day,
Filled with happiness and good cheer
Not the end, beginning each year.
Setting aside all hatefulness
Every day free of undue stress,
I want a Christmas every day
Watching our children carefree play.
The spirit of love in the air
Visions of our lives without care,
Keeping all prejudice at bay
I want a Christmas every day.
SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"A Christmas in Rhyme" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, December 12, 2021
written December 3, 2021
Christmas always felt magical,
and still brings out the child in me.
Yet, I pine for a simpler time,
when innocence was still in bloom.
Though the holidays came and went,
Christmas always felt magical.
It's the season carolers sing
and friendly neighbors wave and smile.
Reindeer once galloped on rooftops,
and townsfolk strung up colored lights.
Christmas always felt magical,
and I yearn for those times again.
I recall childhood moments when
fantasy was reality.
And Santa Claus wasn't make-believe;
Christmas always felt magical.
Christmas Jesus alive and well
Santa takes a back door seat
Hanukkah included, swell.
Friends of all persuasions cannot be beat.
December comes but once a year.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Decorations all over my dear.
Bethlehem story easy to tell.
Kwanza is prevalent, an easy sell.
Faithful followers breaking bread.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Some so rigid; ideas are dead.
Let us admire each other’s faith.
Kwanza, Hanukkah, Christmas, do tell.
To not honor each is to skaith.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Oh you Christmas star in the dark sky above
Ignite our hearts with the spark of divine love
For our souls to be blessed by the Lord's grace
So as greed with holy compassion replace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 December 2018
11-11-11-11
This baby born in Bethlehem
to intervene in history,
two thousand years His diadem
still glitters gold with mystery.
Birthed in a stable to a maid -
this baby born in Bethlehem -
bound in swaddling, not bright brocade,
of Jesse's root, eternal stem.
Scorned by her doubting countrymen,
how did she walk those eighty miles;
this baby born in Bethlehem
to mother hardly more than child.
Bent low before His manger, stark,
what love gift can I offer Him,
the incense of a burning heart:
this baby born in Bethlehem!
Copyright, November 28, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson