Christmas Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Christmas Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Rhyme Christmas poems written by international poets.
Dashing with a write
Riding a sleigh through the snow
Jingle ever after words
Snowball fights all the ay
Poet writing as I go along
Observing all the distinguished Christmas trees
It became a pause and reflect for me
Captivated by all the decorations, colorful lights and ornaments
Christmas cheer
Preserver
Sugar and Spice mix
Noel felt
North Star journey
Surrounded by a little Babe that would be King over the world
Joy to the heart
Happiness with a smile
Blessings to the Soul
Peace and Goodwill embrace
A Poet who shall
Happy Holidays to all
Restful night in silent night.
A gift beneath the Christmas tree
is not my wish this year.
I'd rather that she love me
and hold me ever near.
To have her giving heart embrace
the yearning in my soul,
and see a glow adorn her face
with joy she can't control.
To spark, a glint in cinnamon eyes
from dreams we jointly share,
and hear her gasp of true surprise
when peace pervades the air.
To see her smile, that shines so bright
when walking through the door
and share her passion's flame at night
as a private heaven we explore.
So, on this Christmas Eve I'll stare
at twinkling stars above,
then cast my wish and say a prayer
she'll send my gift, her heart’s love.
Name of the Contest: Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Constance La France.
"Don't Christmas bells peal through each passage of time?" - Poet.
I think of the times when I was a child.
How, with glittering new garments, I smiled!
The stars, bells, and the animal idols...
Everything resembled solemn idylls.
My adolescence didn't change things much.
I had, then, imagined your gentle touch.
Hymns and carols gave a serene feeling.
Every scene in the church seemed appealing.
Nothing can be compared with that Christmas.
In which each thing, for us, was auspicious
In time's grace-filled tapestry, our threads met.
Our life, like the polestar, seemed to be set.
Our children adorned the cribs, then, each year.
With cuisines and gifts, we had unique cheer.
They got married, had children, and time passed.
We stood, to each other, always steadfast.
Fate has taken you away from me now.
I share my joys with each one, anyhow.
I find your image in knick-knacks and gifts.
I'm feeling within too, the time's soft shifts.
I adore the snow globe from Santa Clause
Left in my stocking on the chimney wall
I love the snow storm made when it’s shaken
And the scene inside that does awaken.
There are skaters dancing on frozen ice
Wrapped up warm, having the time of their life
Church bells welcoming folk to come inside
To celebrate the wonders of Yuletide.
With each move I made, my snowglobe moved too
Without it I’d be sorrowful, It’s true
It has pride of place, on a shelf safe it’s sat
I shake it often, it brings that Christmas back.
My snow globe is made of plastic, not glass
But is the nicest gift I ever had
Had it over seventy years in all
Still my snow globe never fails to enthral.
After living for sixty-four years, you had to depart.
You were a terrific mother who had a huge heart.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that is a fact.
I cried when you died because that was how I was bound to react.
Christmas will soon arrive.
But we can't spend Christmas together because you didn't survive.
If you were still alive, I'd tell you how important you are to me.
But you passed away in 2013 and sadly, you're gone for eternity.
Even though the doctor attempted to save your life, your life came to an end.
Merry Christmas, Mom, you weren't just my mother, you were also my friend.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
"Christmas is a season of
not only rejoicing but of reflection. "
Quote by _ Winston Churchill
I unwrap the Christmas decorations,
stored in tattered boxes for years;
such old, delicate, fragile creations,
and I am soon weeping sad tears,
for I can hear the ghostly whispers !
Some have been passed down and down,
and now they all belong to me;
I see my great-gran shopping downtown,
where the snowflakes fall feathery,
as I place balls on my Christmas tree !
Yesteryear Christmas's joyful and sad,
I still feel all those gone above;
and knew that Santa was really my dad,
such great childhood wonder and love,
and outside is a chirping white dove !
Later, friends are coming over for some cheer,
do you wish pie, sugar cookie or a tart;
will serve coffee, tea, wine and beer,
Christmastime will always be in my heart,
and my memories will never depart !
It's December let's be merry
Sending wishes that's it's very
Full of jolly happiness
And each day has nothing less
Than lots of joy and feelings of
Togetherness and lots of love
Keep your heart open and send
Magic lasting past Decembers end
December is awesome, it always feels so new, like the start of a new show on tv.
December holds memories of snow and skiing, and it gives excitement to the possible new memories.
December is the last month of our year, it gives us a time to reflect and correct anything we may have forgot to complete during the year.
December is the birth of Jesus, we celebrate our beloved holiday Christmas, we decorate with such joy, it gives us a feeling of complete awe.
December we love you, with all your lights, your feeling of happiness, we welcome you and enjoy every moment.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Beneath the flakes, a sense of peace
Wraps around my spirit, a wreathe
Despite the grief – encouraging, uplifting
Stirring me to breathe…
The wonder of Christmas
The miracle of Jesus’ birth
The beauty of a season
When God came to earth
Inside the snow globe, where I find peace
There is a joy, a glory sent to ease
All the shadows, the feelings that grieve
This is the moment when I fall to my knees…
Praying and praising
The One who brings grace
For every heart’s burdens
Grace that will soon erase…
Each of the shadows, each of the doubts
Leaving a music that whispers light
Over the spirit, through the stars who abide
To whisper in heaven, making everything right
The wonder of Christmas
The miracle of Jesus’ birth
The beauty of a season
When God came to earth
Flakes of love fall from above
They grace the land white as a dove
They dance and swirl as if at play
They truly make it a beautiful day
Sad pumpkins all wear mushy frowns
All the leaves are on the ground
Soft breezes making wintery sounds
I’m staying inside gaining pounds
The geese have left in honking V’s
As pond edges slowly freeze
My cat stalks crispy dancing leaves
I’m wearing flannel with long sleeves
The bells will ring, the children sing
Wond’ring what will Santa bring
Rock salt, scrapers, hands that sting
A HUMBUG hat, a PAPA thing
The sun will rise in a Decem…BRRR
Cats in windows slyly purr
We’ll hunch into our collars fur
Shopper’s lament…I still need more
A sign inside the busy store
YOU BROKE IT…YOU BOUGHT IT
FOR…..CHRISTMAS IS COMING
AND NO ONE CAN STOP IT.
Inside a crystal globe of red and white,
Our memory dances soft and bright—
A tiny world sealed in its glow,
Where second chances fall like snow.
You tapped the glass with mittened hand,
As if to wake from a dream in Santa's land;
I held my breath, excited to see
Time bend itself for you and me.
Each flake became a whispered memory,
A promise drifting back to you and me.
A moment paused, a truth retold,
A future brave enough to hold.
Now on my shelf the globe still gleams,
A doorway to unforgotten dreams;
I shake it once, and through the shine,
Your beauty warms this heart of mine.
MYSTIC
My giddy girl bowed to pray.
Please God, would it be okay?
Send tropical snow this year.
Freeze the sun that I can cheer,
"White Christmas!", our anthem true,
Powdered ice cakes on Mom's shoe.
What is it really all about?
this season at the end of the year
it feels so false and lacking
one word that's so evident is insincere
The reason for the season
has been missed out on the whole
as most folk feed themselves
more interested in getting their goal
An attitude of gratitude is amiss
asking more, what am I going to get?
a real change of heart is required
seeking to give makes a good effect
If more of us thought of others
before considering just little old me
we could make this world a lot better
bringing smiley faces for all to see
Then we could all have joy abounding
during this jolly old Christmas time
making it effectively marvellous
so that ink would turn into rhyme!
Morning bells peal
its Christmas day !
An array of lights splay
across earth's quay
Angels trumpet
in mellow gold
a peaceful presence
arrives, enfolds.