Christmas Triolet Poems | Examples

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


Premium MemberCherry Stones - Triolet

As sunlight slides behind the hill
Mum sets the last stone in cherry
Yet a fortnight for Christmas still
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Painted marl makes children merry
When December dew nips our sill
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Mum sets the last stone in cherry


Premium MemberBefore January Comes

haiku/ triolet/ tanka

bare are trees’ branches
except for random pine trees
wearing Christmas lights

Fun holidays that I adore -
so swiftly do they slip away
and always leave me wanting more.
Fun holidays that I adore -
they always make my spirit soar.
Gone soon will be my holiday.
Fun holidays that I adore -
so swiftly do they slip away.

summer is long gone;
though Christmas, Thanksgiving, and
happy New Year’s Eve
fill dreary days with brightness . . .
two months of winter remain

Premium MemberChristmas Card

A pale blue haze hangs heavily over the earth Or it seems to on this beautiful Christmas card Announcing the miracle of sweet Jesus’s birth A pale blue haze hangs heavily over the earth The manger scene, an unlikely common berth, A story told time and again by the poet bard A pale blue haze hangs heavily over the earth Or it seems to on this beautiful Christmas card.
Revised December 2, 2022

Premium MemberSounds of the Season

Bells ringing, children singing Sounds of the season’s joys Cash registers are dinging Bells ringing, children singing. Lovers are blinging; Santa’s bringing Presents for little girls and boys Bells ringing, children singing Sounds of the season’s joys.
Written December 1, 2022

Premium MemberMagic In the Air

A feeling of magic in the air prevails As we approach another Christmas Day Only Mama knows what it all entails, For she takes care of all the details. All the stores worry about are their sales, Let’s keep Christmas spirits light and gay A feeling of magic in the air prevails, As we approach another Christmas Day.
Written November 29, 2022


Premium MemberAt Christmas Eve They Gather

The sky alive as the world in glamour;
children's tiny cold bare feet they did sneak
underneath the Christmas tree they clamber.
The sky alive as the world in glamour;
huddle round the fireplace's warm ember,
songs, dance, and grandma's gingerbread they seek.
The sky alive as the world in glamour;
children's tiny cold bare feet they did sneak.

11/25/2022
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberCommercializing Christmas

Stores are all decorated for Christmas Thanksgiving is merely an afterthought, Seems it is about doing lots of business Stores are all decorated for Christmas. I can’t smile for an aggravated grimace At how much stuff I’ve already bought, Stores are all decorated for Christmas Thanksgiving is merely an afterthought.
Written October 3, 2022

Premium MemberCelestial Christmas Eve '73

*Image of Comet Kohoutek by Wilkie. Celestial Christmas Eve '73 'Twas day of Christmas eve, seventy-three, Comet Kohoutek, badminton like sleeve, Play-daytime Santa, store-bought gifts wrap-free, 'Twas day of Christmas eve, seventy-three, Comet tail swells, Kohoutek shoot o'er sea, Party with friends we all saw Christmas eve, 'Twas day of Christmas eve, seventy-three, Comet Kohoutek, badminton like sleeve! 2022 January 30

Premium MemberThe Christmas Phantom

Haunted by my Christmas wonder Shiny thoughts filled with dancing lights A babe who put doubt asunder Haunted by my Christmas wonder Joy, hope and peace roar like thunder Love so alive it fills the nights Haunted by my Christmas wonder Shiny thoughts filled with dancing lights

Premium MemberA Child Was Born

Love came down that first Christmas eve,
A babe, a Son was born,
The greatest gift we'd ever receive.
Love came down that first Christmas eve,
A Savior for all who would believe,
A holy child by grace adorned.
Love came down that first Christmas eve,
A babe, a Son was born.

The child was called Immanuel,
The Son of God was He.
God with man had come to dwell.
The child was called Immanuel,
His light would shine, darkness dispel,
From Satan's grasp He'd set us free.
The child was called Immanuel,
The Son of God was He.

12/23/21

Premium MemberNow That She Is Gone

Now that she is gone, I am bereft of cheer The holidays are the most difficult times Oh, how I wish my dear Deborah were here Now that she is gone, I am bereft of cheer I always feel this way facing another year For as I grow older, the steeper the climbs Now that she is gone, I am bereft of cheer The holidays are the most difficult of times.
written December 22, 2021

Premium MemberA Perfect Christmas Tree

A perfect Christmas tree in the woodland
Beyond the meadow, I’ve had my eye on it
But cutting in the woodland has been banned
A perfect Christmas tree in the woodland,
But things are not going exactly as I planned
So, I’m struggling to keep my holiday spirit
A perfect Christmas tree in the woodland
Beyond the meadow, I‘ve had my eye on it.

So, I’m struggling to keep my holiday spirit
But things are not going exactly as I planned
Beyond the meadow, I’ve had my eye on it,
A perfect Christmas tree in the woodland,
But cutting in the woodland has been banned
And I’m not about to get myself Xmas canned.

written December 18, 2021
[a trionet, a type of poetry I invented,
combining the triolet and the 14-line sonnet.]

Premium MemberA Beautiful Christmas Card

A pale blue haze hangs heavily over the earth Or it seems to on this beautiful Christmas card Announcing the miracle of sweet Jesus’s birth A pale blue haze hangs heavily over the earth The manger scene, an unlikely common berth, Wise men’s gifts tell us of his incredible worth A story told time and again by the poet bard A pale blue haze hangs heavily over the earth Or it seems to on this beautiful Christmas card.
written December 13, 2021

Premium MemberBuyer Syndrome

The annual Christmas Bazaar is tomorrow
In a country village not far from my home,
Joy and glee casting out all seasonal sorrow
The annual Christmas Bazaar is tomorrow,
Quickly to the bank some cash, I’ll borrow
A few days later to feel a tinge of sorrow
My budget stretched by buyer syndrome,
The annual Christmas Bazaar is tomorrow
In a country village not far from my home. 

written December 10, 2021

Premium MemberAwaiting X-Mas

the joys of sleet turning into snow,
are of X-mas to be ushered soon,
brings cheer to hearts as X-mas lights glow!

the joys of sleet turning into snow,
family bonds with winter wind grow,
log fire, wine and dine, with full moon!

the joys of sleet turning into snow,
are of X-mas to be ushered soon!


Written 01/11/2020

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9 syllables each line with 8 lines

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