Christmas Rhyme Poems

These Christmas Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Rhyme Christmas poems written by international poets.

As we journey through the many, of ife's different phases;
               

© Terry Cunningham   

He was Santa's unknown Elf
That they hid in a thicket
Cuz he worked all by himself 
They called him Chimney Cricket 

On the night of Christmas

© Randy Freie  

Son, please stay home for Christmas day,
You are often out in trouble and out at play;
Let's celebrate with our kith and kin
Sharing some cookies and

© Riley Ryleigh  

We knew from the get go after Brendon accepted the call…jettisoned old school for new cool..the Kiwi on the balcony who looks like he’s smoked

© Toby Bennett  

Three armed teens 
performed a mugging on Christmas eve.
Their target 2A'D them
curing them of their social disease.

By next morning they set up a go fund

© Anthony Biaanco  

There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh!
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages

© Robert L. Hinshaw  

They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles

© Martin Howard Samuel  

Everything was ready for Christmas Day.
New toys were wrapped for the children to play.
We had all decorated the Christmas Tree.
Gifts in pretty paper were placed

© Speaks Volumes  

Did Robert Browning say it best when he
wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly.
Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. –
they ran amock in 1863.

I trust it’s

© Michael Coy  

Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

one of whom would be
this married sexagenarian,
who recently acquired
his Senior Fare Card
courtesy Trump's big beautiful bill
dog days

© Matthew Harris  

Evie and Steve married on Christmas Eve
We did not think they would ever leave
Very drunk Steve put his feelings on sleeve
his steps on the dance

© Caren Krutsinger  

It doesn’t happen everyday
Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh
Reflecting in the Winter sun
Are its legs, in gunmetal grey

Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning
Falling behind

© Tadgh Quill-Manley  

May your annual commemoration
of the winter solstice
with one of the Earth's poles
at its maximum tilt from the sun
be abundant with innumerable manifestations
of felicity friends good

© Martin Howard Samuel  

Gonifs and gossips revisited

since originally being crafted
approximately half dozen
dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago...

Abound and lurk
within every nook and cranny
analogous to some annoying pest
harmless

© Matthew Harris  

On my plate, I get to taste new things,
Every day—flavors that life brings.

Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes a mess,
At times I bloom, at times—distress.
I feel ruptured,

© Suchita Uniyal