Christmas Voice Poems | Examples
These Christmas Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Voice Christmas poems written by international poets.
As the angel spoke of God’s Son,
Telling Mary what love has done,
Her heart must have pulsed with insight
As this child shines His gentle light.
An angel soothed Mary’s betrothed
Soon, their sweet baby would be swathed
In swaddling cloth, this silent night
As this child shines His gentle light
Angels reveal the birth of peace,
With joy that will always increase,
So love came to make all things right,
As this child shines His gentle light
This truth told by hearts who believe,
Shows us when Mary did conceive
This is love that brings the blind sight
As this child shines His gentle light.
As the angel’s voice sings of love
There is hope promised from above
Love came, our story to rewrite
As this child shines His gentle light
Your message comes through loud and clear
Enough with the Jewish poems, you say
OK, my friends, I know you're sincere ~
Merry Christmas! Chanukah's scratched today
On my daily commute
I lay down my paper to dream
of the old days,
& yesterdays ways.
I dream ,
of summer sun
when my life had just begun,
climbing trees &cricket on the green,
that the first time
I made the school team.
I recall
football with leather boots & ball,
bonfire night &fireworks
in the Fall;
carol singing through silent streets
paper chains &
Christmas treats.
In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and serpentine ripples flowed on the bay.
Dimmed were rays of light from the sallow sun
when for a while its beams had gone astray.
Gusts of wind on this Christmas Eve were spun,
blustering and blowing grim clouds away.
'Twas time to celebrate Jesus' birthday.
Christmas morning folks gathered to rejoice.
for the Saviour born to erase sin's stain.
Choirs sang like angels in one ardent voice,
hymns honoring the infant in refrain.
Over God's Kingdom, His Son shall ere reign.
On that Holy Night, when stars were shining,
swaddled in His mother's arms was a child.
The world no more lay in error pining*
for God and sinners would be reconciled
through the Christ child's life so tender and mild.**
December 13, 2022
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*Lyrics from 'O Holy Night'
**Lyrics from 'Silent Night'
it's Christmas night and the red cars are gone to spread the Santa's bottles
all the people are looking out the window to see the lights and heard the bells ringing
the gates of magic will open, and the elves will bring the presents under the Christmas tree
hey, you forgot to worship in the holy place. the child was born here
and the king of the world will bring peace to the earth. the three magicians went a long way to worship him
was born to show you that everything is possible through giving. devoting yourself.
the world is making the latest preparations for the Christmas meal. everything is clean, aligned, orderly
Moms and dads look happy, everything is ready, beautifully wrapped gifts
only the moon was looking out the window. looks sad. her light shines on each fir tree
love, dedication, exaltation... words full of the gratitude of the gift's slaves. we will pass this Christmas too
we will eat, we will drink, we will enjoy. to the surface because deeply in the soul is the hell... empty, cold and frozeen
it is precisely the end of expectations and failures. carpe diem. gaudeamus igitur...
Shepherd, why this jubilee?
Wise men, why this long journey?
Anna, why this long wait?
Simeon, why this long wait?
Heaven, why this sudden wonders?
Nature, what is the cause of thy wonder?
Behold! A God has come,
A Saviour has come.
Behold the great king!
A new song to sing.
The long awaited messiah is here;
The brightest light of all lights is here.
Where is He that is born King of the Jews?
Where is He that descended like a morning dew?
Here He lies, In a lowly manger.
A God in a manger!
O ye Angels gather!
Sing hallelujah!
For unto us a God was born this day;
Born with heavenly ray to show the pathway.
He came in humility to experience mortality,
And turn our negativity to positivity.
Oh come and worship;
Embrace His friendship.
Come, and acknowledge His kingship.
Lift up your voices and make His glory known,
Bow before His glorious throne,
For forever his name shall be known!
Helping the poor, the needy, the lonely
Is the way love makes one's heart rejoice
For he knows Jesus would incarnate only
If humanity hears compassion's voice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 December 2018
10-10-10-10.
On Christmas Day as she dines alone
at a table with many an empty chair,
she remembers loved ones she had known
who once were sitting there.
In flashes their faces begin to appear.
There’s John who was the first to leave,
her spouse who smiles with holiday cheer,
and Mom who passed on Christmas Eve.
But more powerful than seeing them,
are the voices that begin to speak.
Reminding her to think of Bethlehem,
Dad’s deep tones are never weak.
Witty Chris, Jeanette and now Marianne
are telling jokes, toasting the holiday.
Then all at once they’re laughing, the entire clan;
not one is at a loss for what to say.
Hearing these voices, she finds great solace,
though some might think she’s mad.
For listening to them eases her loneliness,
brightening the aura in which she’s clad.
And well she knows it won’t be long
before her spirit joins them on the other side.
Chairs all empty, she’ll lead them in song,
a joyful chorus caroling eternally every Yuletide.
* December 3, 2018
Entry for Constance's Christmas Poem contest.
Mama sang while cleaning the house
Friends noticed her melodic voice
Outside, she hid behind her spouse
When he played the sax, she’d rejoice
The church choir was seeking talent
Her soft voice touched a man nearby
So to the choir master he went,
“It’s Wanda you need, but she’s shy”
Soon, at the instructed moment,
Choir members stopped singing mid-song
But mom continued, on she went
Exposing a voice hidden too long
Embarrassed, she stopped singing then
Her talent already revealed
The priest asked her to sing again
A rare gem no longer concealed
By Christmas she took center stage
A soprano singing Christ’s praise
Her shyness was now disengaged
Winning hearts with every phrase
No longer did she sing alone
Wanda’s sweet voice had won acclaim
Her confidence had finally grown
When she received well-deserved fame
*True event
Written June 16, 2014
The voice echoes from the beginning
It is gradually fallen down.
When would that Land be remembered for favour?
More than one hundred and fifty years of existence
The roads still cry and roughness feasted on it.
The dust welcome us home during Christmas
IT coloured our lips when we never need lipstick.
We have but only one voice speaking in the crowded street
Nkporo should be visited like other homes.
We need a touch to redefined the excellence spirit of the traditions.
Describe the way life was meant to be
Cuz every day just melts away
To anything
It’s been a while since I think I’ve seen
The way I saw before the flaw
I’ve come to be
Another cloud, another Christmas tree
Another chance gone by, another teardrop cry
For anything
And looking back at how it used to be
Can’t help but wonder why, you and I
Turned out to be
But hear my voice
Take the words I sing
Lift the notes up high
Pretend you want to try
To be with me
Yes, hear my voice
Hear these songs I sing
Try to understand
You’ll never see the man
You want in me
So…
Describe the way life was meant to be
Cuz I don’t want to tip toe dance
Through everything
It’s been so long since I think I’ve seen
The smile upon your eyes, blue crystal skies
And memories
And how it hurts to think the things I think
Another word not said, another beat gone dead
Yeah little things
And thinking back on how it used to be
Well I don’t want to tip toe dance
Through everything
So hear my voice
Hear these words I sing
Cuz I don’t want
To tip toe dance
Through everything
Oh hear my voice
And hear the songs I sing
...Jeff Bresee
FRUITY VOICE
Her voice reminds me of laughter barely suppressed
An energetic spirit tugging constantly at the rope
A caterpillar turning to butterfly at any moment
Her voice sounds like lifegiving fruit
Not serious, self-important fruit like geometrically precise pineapples
Or pompous, overfed watermelons
Too heavy to lift
Not business fruit like apples, on duty keeping doctors away
Or bananas waiting to do their slippery work under feet
Or blackberries, whose careers lie in jam
But mischievous fruit like grapes or cherries
Which roll away like playful children when you’re not looking
Or fallen raisins on the carpet pretending to be part of the pattern
Fun-loving fruit like mandarin oranges around the Christmas tree
Basking under the Christmas lights, enjoying the glitter
Of tinsel and the smell of pine needles
Small fruits which enjoy life,
Laughing as they jostle each other in their bag,
And which could easily become bubbly wine if tempted.
Her ripened voice -
The spontaneous fruit of a lifetime
Of growth and maturing, and regeneration :
Aliment for my soul’s ailment.