91 Holiday Poems to Get You in the Atmosphere

The holidays are such a special time of the year often filled with family, friends and plenty of joy.

We can get so wrapped up in holiday parties, activities and shopping that we forget to take some moments to just reflect on what truly matters!

Reading inspirational holiday poems is an excellent way to get into the festive spirit and draw inspiration from those around us.

Here we have compiled some of our absolute favorite poems about holidays sourced from renowned authors.

This holiday poetry is sure to have you feeling all merry and bright in no time!

Best Holiday Poems

These best poems about holidays are sure to transport you to a world of twinkling lights, hot cocoa, and snow-filled days. So whether you’re snuggled up by the fire or out braving the chilly winter weather, take a moment to get lost in the magic of these holiday poems. Trust us, you won’t regret it!

1. A Nation’s Strength

       by William Ralph Emerson

What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?

It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.

Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.

And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.

Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly…
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.

2. We Bought a Lot of Candy Bars

       by Kenn Nesbitt

We bought a lot of candy bars.
We thought it would be neat
to have a ton for all the kids
who came to trick-or-treat.

We bought them early in the month
when they were all on sale.
We dragged the bags in from the car
and set them on the scale.

The candy weighed a hundred pounds!
I’m sure we got enough.
In fact, we may have had too much
of all that yummy stuff.

It wouldn’t hurt to just eat one,
or two, or three, or four.
We bought so much that we could
even eat a dozen more.

So every day we had a few;
a minuscule amount.
How many? I can’t say for sure.
I wasn’t keeping count.

Our pile grew smaller every day
by ten, fifteen, or twenty.
But, still, it didn’t matter.
We were certain we had plenty.

When Halloween arrived we checked
the candy situation,
and found that we had given in
to way too much temptation.

A single bar was all we had.
We’d eaten all the rest.
So, if our lights are off tonight,
I think that’s for the best.

3. Ring Out, Wild Bells

       by Alfred Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

4. A Vampire Bit My Neck Last Night

       by Kenn Nesbitt

A vampire bit my neck last night.
And, though it sounds insane,
some zombies chased me down the street
and tried to eat my brain.

A mummy shambled after me.
Godzilla stomped my face.
I nearly I got abducted by
an alien from space.

When Frankenstein attacked me
I escaped, but then almost
got tackled by a skeleton,
a werewolf, and a ghost.

A slimy blob engulfed me.
Then I woke up with a scream.
I’ve never been so overjoyed
to wake up from a dream.

Last night I learned a lesson;
if you want to keep your head,
don’t watch a scary movie
right before you go to bed.

5. ‘Twas the Night before Christmas

       by Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too–
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight–
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

6. The Eternal Riddle

       by Philip M. Raskin

Israel, my people,
God’s greatest riddle,
Will thy solution
Ever be told

Fought – never conquered,
Bent – never broken,
Mortal – immortal,
Youthful, though old.

Egypt enslaved thee,
Babylon crushed thee,
Rome led thee captive,
Homeless thy head.

Where are those nations
Mighty and fearsome
Thou hast survived them,
They are long dead.

Nations keep coming,
Nations keep going,
Passing like shadows,
Wiped off the earth.

Thou an eternal
Witness remainest,
Watching their burial,
Watching their birth.

Pray, who revealed thee
Heaven’s great secret:
Death and destruction,
Thus to defy

Suffering torture,
Stake, inquisition –
Prithee, who taught thee
Never to die

Ay, and who gave thee
Faith, deep as ocean,
Strong as the rock-hills,
Fierce as the sun

Hated and hunted,
Ever thou wand’rest,
Bearing a message:
God is but one!

Pray, has thy saga
Likewise an ending,
As its beginning
Glorious of old

Israel, my people,
God’s greatest riddle,
Will thy solution
Ever be told

7. Christmas Carol

       by Sara Teasdale

The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.

The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs—
They had not any gold.

The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.

The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.

The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.

The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.

8. Halloween Is Nearly Here

       by Kenn Nesbitt

Halloween is nearly here.
I’ve got my costume planned.
It’s sure to be the most horrific
outfit in the land.

If you should see me coming
you may scream and hide your head.
My get-up will, I guarantee,
fill every heart with dread.

My costume may cause nightmares.
Yes, my mask may stop your heart.
You might just shriek and wet yourself,
then squeamishly depart.

And yet, I won’t be dressing as
you might expect me to.
I will not be a vampire
or ghost that hollers “boo!”

I won’t look like a werewolf
or a goblin or a ghoul,
or even like a slimy blob
of deadly, dripping drool.

I will not be a zombie
or some other horrid creature.
No, this year I’ll be much, much worse…
I’m dressing as a teacher.

9. Thanksgiving

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.

Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hang about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives
And conquers if we let it.

There’s not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.

Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble.
Farseeing is the soul and wise
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.

We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.

10. Near Fall

       by Anais Vionet

Reading some homework
The day seems like artwork
Has the sky ever been so blue

Three guys toss a frisbee
perilously near me
shirtless boys silhouetted in turquoise

We’ve got our shades on
We pretend not to watch em’
But we know they’re putting on a show.

We’ve got fold up recliners
and we set a timer
to move to the shade in a minute or two

But the sun seems distracted
cooler and less radioactive
dozens of students are out on the quad

The trees aren’t just standing
the breeze has them dancing
to ‘Blood in the Cut’, a song by ‘K.Flay’

On this cool, near-fall holiday
We’ll while our day away
each of us claiming a chance to relax

Now that we’re juniors, we know the facts
We get that there’s still a lot of reading to do
but we know, we can have a little fun too.
What else would you expect us to do?

11. Flickering Blue and Yellow Lights

       by Anonymous

The first few trains in the morning
in early January are still so dark

you’ll feel as if you’re still sleeping
trying to make out familiar buildings

we’re only now recovering from holiday glow
so no one here wants to be here

but out the window is a hint of comfort
a whisper that the week will so soon end

if you blink they’ll wink right back
the flickering blue and yellow lights
of home.

Famous Holiday Poems

Whether you’re alone by the fire or gathered with loved ones, these famous poems about holidays are sure to get you in the atmosphere. So, grab a blanket and settle in for a literary treat.

1. Star of The East

       by Eugene Field

Star of the East, that long ago
Brought wise men on their way
Where, angels singing to and fro,
The Child of Bethlehem lay—
Above that Syrian hill afar
Thou shinest out to-night, O Star!

Star of the East, the night were drear
But for the tender grace
That with thy glory comes to cheer
Earth’s loneliest, darkest place;
For by that charity we see
Where there is hope for all and me.

Star of the East! show us the way
In wisdom undefiled
To seek that manger out and lay
Our gifts before the child—
To bring our hearts and offer them
Unto our King in Bethlehem!

2. The Heart of Christmas

       by Regina Mcintosh

Gently falling, floating down from soft skies,
Caressing the spirit with frosty flecks,
Rousing warmth inside that dark can’t disguise.

Carols sung by those who know love’s effects,
Laughter and light reflect God’s compassion,
Caressing the spirit with frosty flecks,

Blizzards so bright paint the world an ashen,
Timeless faith reminds the spirit to give.
Laughter and light reflect God’s compassion.

Hailing the birth of One who did forgive,
Making a way for all to celebrate.
Timeless faith reminds the spirit to give.

He is One who can set the sinner straight,
Assuring the soul that they’re surely saved.
Making a way for all to celebrate.

Christmas opens the heart where love’s engraved,
Gently falling, floating down from soft skies,
Assuring the soul that they’re surely saved.
Rousing warmth inside that dark can’t disguise.

3. Minstrels

       by William Wordsworth

The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.

Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.

And who but listened?—till was paid
Respect to every inmate’s claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And “Merry Christmas” wished to all.

4. At Christmas

       by Edgar A. Guest

A man is at his finest
towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be
when the Christmas season is here;
Then he’s thinking more of others
than he’s thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children
is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than
at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him
he comes close to the sublime.

When it’s Christmas man is bigger
and is better in his part;
He is keener for the service
that is prompted by the heart.
All the petty thoughts and narrow
seem to vanish for awhile
And the true reward he’s seeking
is the glory of a smile.
Then for others he is toiling and
somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas he is almost
what God wanted him to be.

If I had to paint a picture of a man
I think I’d wait
Till he’d fought his selfish battles
and had put aside his hate.
I’d not catch him at his labors
when his thoughts are all of pelf,
On the long days and the dreary
when he’s striving for himself.
I’d not take him when he’s sneering,
when he’s scornful or depressed,
But I’d look for him at Christmas
when he’s shining at his best.

Man is ever in a struggle
and he’s oft misunderstood;
There are days the worst that’s in him
is the master of the good,
But at Christmas kindness rules him
and he puts himself aside
And his petty hates are vanquished
and his heart is opened wide.
Oh, I don’t know how to say it,
but somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas man is almost
what God sent him here to be.

5. Chanukah Lights

       by Philip M. Raskin

I Kindled my eight little candles,
My Chanukah-candles–and lo!
Fair visions and dreams half-forgotten
To me came of years long ago.

I musingly gazed at my candles;
Meseemed in their quivering flames
In golden, in fiery letters
I read the old glorious names,

The names of our heroes immortal,
The noble, the brave, and the true,
A battle-field saw I in vision
Where many were conquered by few.

Where trampled in dust lay the mighty,
Judea’s proud Syrian foe;
And Judas, the brave Maccabaeus,
In front of his army I saw.

His eyes shone like bright stars of heaven,
Like music rang out his strong voice:
“Brave comrades, we fought and we conquered,
Now let us, in God’s name, rejoice!”

“We conquered–but know, O brave comrades,
No triumph is due to the sword!
Remember our glorious watchword,
‘For People and Towns of the Lord!'”

He spoke, and from all the four corners
An echo repeated each word;
The woods and the mountains re-echoed:
“For People and Towns of the Lord!”

And swiftly the message spread, saying:
“Judea, Judea is free,
Re-kindled the lamp in the Temple,
Re-kindled each bosom with glee!”

My Chanukah-candles soon flickered,
Around me was darkness of night;
But deep in my soul I felt shining
A heavenly-glorious light.

6. The Feast of Freedom

       by Philip M. Raskin

I Remember in my childhood
From my grandfather I heard
Charming tales of gone-by ages
That my soul so deeply stirred.

Charming tales of ancient sages
That I felt I knew were true;
Stories of the hoary ages
That remain forever new.

Of the Pesach-days he told me,
Days that joy and sunshine bring;
Of the Festival of Freedom,
Of Revival and of Spring.

Whose hot blood so rashly spilled,
Soaked into cold bricks and mortar
Of the fortresses they built.

How on them, the God-forsaken,
After gloomy wintry days,
Shone at last the rays of freedom,
Heaven’s bright and cheerful rays.

How among them rose a leader,
Star-like in a gloomy night,
And he pleaded for their freedom,
And he crushed a tyrant’s might.

How he taught the fettered people
Not in vain their blood to spill,
Turning bondmen into freemen,
Men of honor and of will.

How the people’s march to Freedom
Could no despot’s might restrain,
Till before their will resistless
Stormy ocean oped in twain.

“Then it was our people’s springtime,
After which a summer came,
Followed by a golden harvest,
Free from yoke and free from shame.”

“Grand-sire, dear,” I asked enraptured,
“How long did that summer last?”
But he sadly gazed and pondered,
And he answered me at last.

“Child, it was a long, bright summer,
But a winter came again,
Came with cold and snow and showers,
With its gales of grief and pain.

“Frost and tempest-strife, contention–
Raged once more in every part,
Stealing into souls and freezing
Will and hope in every heart.

“Furious storm once more dispersed us;
Israel rendered free and great,
Into lands of cruel despots
Went to face a bondman’s fate.”

“Grand-sire, dear, why does this winter
Seem so endless, then?”–I sighed–
And two crystal tears were trembling
In his eyes when he replied.

“Yes, my boy, it seems so endless,
But it cannot, will not be;
Israel will not slave forever,
One day, child, he will be free.

“In his soul will re-awaken
Courage, will, and pride, and might;
Freedom’s sunrise must needs follow
Israel’s starless exile night.

“But till then, ere spring’s arrival–
For the winter’s steps are slow–
Pesach is a sweet remembrance
Of a spring of long ago.”

7. New-Year’s Eve and New-Year’s Day

       by Bessie Rayner Parkes

Bessie Rayner Parkes was an English feminist who lived from 1829-1925. This poem shares how we eagerly bid a year goodbye and await all that is to come in the next year.
Good bye, Old Year!
And with thee take
Thanks for the gifts to every land
Thou broughtest in thy bounteous hand,
And all that thou hast taught to hearts thy lingering steps forsake.
Good bye, Old Year!
The Past awaiteth thee.
Who ruleth in her power alone
The kingdom of Oblivion.
Silent she sits in ebon chair;
Falling mists of dusky hair
Veil her dark eyes’ glorious shine,
Full of wise help, and truth divine.
Silent, unless a fitful sound,
As from some cavern underground,
Steal from her lips; the company
Of ancient Years that round her be,
Then chanting, one by one, give tongue
To old experience in their song.

Good bye, Old Year!
Thou goest forth alone,
As we shall do: thy pages gay,
Seasons and months who round thee lay,
Attend thee to Earth’s farthest verge, then back! to greet thy son.

Hail, New-born Year!
Cradled in morning clouds
Golden and white. I cannot see
Thy face–’tis wrapp’d in mystery;
But Spring for thee is painting flowers,
And Summer decks her woven bowers;
Rich Autumn’s sheaves will soon be reap’d,
With store of fruits in sunbeams steep’d,
And one by one with gentle hand folds back thy sunlit shrouds.

Hail, New-born Year!
Shining and beautiful,
Thou wilt step forth in plenitude
Of youth and its rejoicing mood.
Last child of the half-century,
And time of coming victory
Over the spirits of night and sin,
Whose howlings of defeat begin:
Thou bringest hope, and labour bless’d
In visions of successful rest,
Bringest great thoughts, and actions wrought
In fire upon that forge of thought,
And with the soul of earnestness I think thy youths are full.

Hail, New-born Year!
My utterance is too weak
To tell of all I think thou bringest,
To echo back the song thou singest;
But the very winds of Heaven for those who listen to them, speak!

8. Modelmakers’ Christmas Meeting

       by Scott Kruize

The days are shorter: dark, cold, dim…
We will not venture out on whim…

Fortunately our stash is still there
For easy access from our favorite chair

Making virtue of inclement climate
Suggests a suitable assignment:

Dig out that lot of builds unfinished
Each set aside when lust diminished
Kits bought and started in joyful pride
Which faded… kits then set aside.

If now completed, for Show-and-Tell table
They’ll justify and make us able
to claim Christmas wishes are just so
we realize now our stash is low.

Santa balks at being asked to bring you even more of
things you now have too many or too much of

Meanwhile we must organize
December 9th: prioritize!

Making contributions to not just be passive guest
But add to bounty at our meeting:
SUGARFEST!

9. All Inclusive

       by Zywa

On assigned holidays
I step out of the order
of my work into the row
for useful relaxation

The grain comes up
the sun breeds the grains
and colours the winter out of our skin

Everything is included, extras
can be booked on site
and appropriately enjoyed
in one of the wings

Thus we fly laps
in our dreams for a week
enjoying our role

although there is always someone
who doesn’t participate, hooking
on to the back with a book
that he could have read at home

without disturbing others
in their well-deserved vacation
of exclusive behaviour

10. It is Snowing in Our City

       by Svetoslav

The streetlights are flashing
rhythmically in the winter evening
when fluffy snow pours
through the streets of our city.

The green grass disappears
as the landscape dynamically turns white.
For adults, this is another cold evening
and for the children is a time for rejoicing.

The fireplace warms our bodies
like the sun in the summer,
while the love of family and friends
brings delight to us all.

Funny Holiday Poems

Whether you’re looking to add some laughs to a holiday party or just need a quick chuckle, these funny poems about holidays will not disappoint. So why not take a break from your holiday to-do list and check them out? Trust

us, you won’t regret it.

1. Christmas Wishes for You

       by Andrea Dietrich

Although there’s nothing much that I could add
to all the Christmas wishes ever made,
I’ll wish for you that traffic won’t be bad
the day you shop and that you may get paid
some kind of Christmas bonus for a change,
and when beneath the mistletoe you stand,
I hope you’re not approached by someone strange,
but rather by a stranger who is grand!
And should you be so childish (I mean bold)
to ice skate on a lake or board the snow,
I pray for you that you don’t catch a cold
or break a leg as down some hill you go.
My wishes, like my gifts, are kind of cheap;
May faith in them require no giant leap!

2. December 21, 2012

       by Duke Beaufort

The world as we know it will end!
This warning the Mayans did send
But yes there’s still time
After reading this rhyme
To honor Black Friday and spend

3. The Week before Xmas

       by Barbara Gorelick

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to pay that credit card today.
Lots of stuff, mostly junk, keeps us in the red,
Need to keep a little back, just to keep us fed.
.
Dashing through the store, pushing left and right,
Looking for the sales. Couldn’t sleep last night.
Country’s in a mess, shouldn’t spend this way,
Just found out I kept my job, for at least another day.

Jingle bells, Jingle Bell, Jingle all the way,
Holy Cow, I can’t wait, until the month of May.

4. I Want Peace

       by Arthur Vaso

I want a piece of chocolate cake
Oh and a delicious piece of cherry pie
I want a piece of that place called Fort Knox
With all those pieces I could afford a lot

I want a piece of that lady over there
In her haute couture she saunters with such flair
I want a piece of the clouds in the sky
I just want it, don’t ask me why!

I want some tiny peace of mind
To have some pieces left to be kind
Then I can give you a piece of Art
A piece I promise comes straight from the heart

5. Santa’s Bad Day

       by Pat Adams

The elves filled Santa’s sack with toys
For all the good little girls and boys

When he lifted it up he used his back
Instead of his legs and he tore his sack

An elf gave a band-aid to Santa, their proctor
Santa said, “No, I need to go to a doctor”

But sadly a doctor he would do without
There was no time, so he started his route

He stood up in the sleigh, his jewels in a brace
Yelling, “OW, Merry Christmas!”, all over the place!

6. Ding Dong the Wicked Witch Is Dead

       by Dan Keir

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

7. Old Fashioned Christmas

       by Anais Vionet

It’ll be an old fashioned Christmas,
with Santa due down the chute.
I bet he Purells his reindeer,
and Lysols his hazmat suit.

It’s an old fashioned Christmas.
We’ll all have on our masks,
and our muffled yuletide carols,
will be just like seasons past.

We’ll observe all the guidelines.
We’ll eat six feet apart.
We’ll have disinfectant under the mistletoe,
and keep safety in our hearts.

Sure, it’s an old fashioned Christmas.
One unique to the times.
The love this year might be careful,
but the feelings are genuine.

8. It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Crapitalsm

       by B. Joseph Fitzsimons

Once commenced the fest of feasting and giving thanks for genocide,
‘Tis the season to be jolly to replace our thoughts of suicide.

Santa claws his way into a child’s mind insidiously,
And the air begins to reek again of yuletide idiocy.

The bliss of belief in an ancient hippie turned into a homeless wizard,
Adjoins the joy of gifts from an obese geriatric myth flying in a blizzard.

Eight deer reign behind his ninth whose nose an eightball thaws,
Fa-la-la-la-chainsaw-sounds-that-make-me-gnaw-my-inner-jaw.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
It follows us everywhere we go,
Take a look and ask like Jack, “what’s this?”
And see it’s but blinding capitalism aglow.

9. A Thankful Turkey

       by Gail DeBole

When a turkey, who yearly escapes
From his owner’s Thanksgiving plate,
Was asked to reveal
Why he’s never a meal
He said, “That much of a turkey I ain’t!”

10. The Sad Little Pumpkin

       by Robin L. Gass

Little pumpkin very sad
for in white he’d been clad
To be a lantern was his dream
but woeful he was white as cream
So I said, to his delight,
that I liked his coat of white
Now, because I liked him most,
my Jack O’ Lantern is a ghost

Short Holiday Poems

The holidays are around the corner, and what better way to get into the festive spirit than with some short poems about holidays? These little snippets of verse are like twinkling lights – they add just the right amount of sparkle to your day. Check them out!

1. Holidays

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

2. Before the Ice Is in the Pools

       by Emily Dickinson

Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
On a summer’s day—
What is only walking
Just a bridge away—

That which sings so—speaks so—
When there’s no one here—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?

3. Everywhere

       by Simon Soane

In all the four corners of the room,
amongst the selfies
and the sit down snacks,
you have,
as ever,
the beautiful knack
of being here,
and wonderful.

4. Fireplace Outdoor Warmth Jacket

       by Anthony Blake

Full of warmth
Reflections back
Holidays contribute to that
Feel the holiday flavor
Ingredient added Joy and Happiness to savor
The thought of Lumber jacks
Paul Bunyan being just that
Fireplace center red and black bricks
A wish for snow
Night stars that shine
Holiday preparation
Fireplace jacket delight
The holiday season taking flight

5. The Holy Night

       by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem;
The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,
Softened their horned faces
To almost human gazes
Toward the newly Born:
The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks
Brought their visionary looks,
As yet in their astonied hearing rung
The strange sweet angel-tongue:
The magi of the East, in sandals worn,
Knelt reverent, sweeping round,
With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground,
The incense, myrrh, and gold
These baby hands were impotent to hold:
So let all earthlies and celestials wait
Upon thy royal state.
Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!

6. Holiday Guests

       by Linda Alice Fowler

celebrating guests
foreshadows slumber-less sleep ~
happens once a year

7. Whose Coming

       by Nancy Kaufman

Keep your cat nose clean
when your on the scene.
Don’t dare make a sound.
Be kind, not mean, make
a friend from a fiend cause
Santa’s coming to town..
Lick your plate, make it gleam.
Eat all vegetables, every bean,
cause Santa Claus is coming to town…

8. Kriss Kringle

       by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhood’s precious things,

Old Kriss Kringle looked around,
And saw on the elm-tree bough,
High hung, an oriole’s nest,
Lonely and empty now.

“Quite a stocking,” he laughed,
“Hung up there on a tree!
I didn’t suppose the birds
Expected a present from me!”

Then old Kriss Kringle, who loves
A joke as well as the best,
Dropped a handful of snowflakes
Into the oriole’s empty nest.

9. Sounds of the Sun

       by Mark West

Buzz buzz go the jet ski’s,
Chug chug go the glass bottomed boats,
The speedboats race leaving a long white flume,
The water bubbles from the pool aerator.

There’s all of the beautiful people who stride around like posers,
There’s the strange body shapes that just let it all hang out.

There’s the floats and the balls,
There’s the parents warning calls.

Children learn to swim from side to side,
You can see their parents so full of pride.

10. Blueberry Treat

       by Anonymous

Checked tables
ocean views
winding streets
kicked off shoes
Greek yoghurt
blueberry sweet
fresh brewed coffee
holiday treat

Summer Holiday Poems

Whether you’re lounging on the beach, enjoying a backyard barbecue, or simply sipping lemonade on your front porch, there’s a perfect poem out there to capture the essence of your summer experience. So browse our collection of hand-picked long poems about holidays and see which ones speak to you.

1. The Bliss of Summer Vacation

       by Gabriel Cruz

Summer vacation, a time to unwind,
And leave our worries, far behind,
A chance to relax, and catch our breath,
And soak up the sun, before the summer’s death.

For summer vacation, is a time to rest,
To rejuvenate, and feel our best,
To escape the daily grind and stress,
And find some peace, in life’s duress.

It’s a time to slow down, and take it easy,
To read a book, and sip something breezy,
To lay on the beach, and watch the waves,
And let our thoughts, drift away.

For summer vacation, is a sweet release,
A time for relaxation, and inner peace,
A time to recharge, and start anew,
With energy, and a renewed view.

It’s a time to connect, with loved ones near,
To share a laugh, and spread some cheer,
To make new memories, that will last a lifetime,
And cherish the moments, in this summer sunshine.

For summer vacation, is a time to dream,
To let our minds, wander and scheme,
To imagine the possibilities, of what’s to come,
And let our hearts, beat like a drum.

So let us savor, the bliss of summer vacation,
And let ourselves, experience pure elation,
For it’s a time to relax, and just be,
And find the joy, in life’s simplicity.

2. Summer Holiday

       by Robinson Jeffers

When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain…

3. Stars of Clarity

       by Paula Goldsmith

The bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds,
are slipping far away.
The day is coming to a close,
and it is now their bedtime.
Very soon the huge sky will change,
the sky is getting dressed for night time.
The velvet background will be magical,
with a full shining moon.
Then the “stars of clarity” will appear,
like bright diamonds looking down on us.
The full shining moon,
and the “stars of clarity” will light the wisemen’s way.

4. Summer Vacation

       by Anonymou

Summer vacation is starting today…
The teachers are shouting “Hip, hip, hooray!”
Our dear principal grins from ear to ear,
And runs down the hall shouting “Summer is here!”
The buses come early – they’re usually late.
The teachers say, Hurry up! Pack up! Don’t wait!
The school bell is ringing. There’s no time to chat.
The whole school is emptied in one second flat.
Everyone’s happy. Their spirits are flying.
Except for our parents…they’re sulking and crying!

5. The Bonds of Summer

       by Gabriel Cruz

Summer, a time of endless sun,
A season of connection, and fun,
A time for family, and friends,
And the memories, that never end.

For in the summer, we come together,
Sharing stories, in fair weather,
Building bonds, that last a lifetime,
And making memories, that feel divine.

We take road trips, to faraway lands,
And make sandcastles, on golden strands,
We share laughter, and good times,
And create memories, that forever shine.

In the summer, we find the time,
To connect, with loved ones, so fine,
We make new friends, along the way,
And strengthen bonds, in every way.

For summer, is more than just a season,
It’s a time, for heartfelt reasons,
A time, for building and growing,
And strengthening, the seeds we’re sowing.

So let us cherish, the bonds we make,
And hold them close, for goodness sake,
For in the summer, we find our joy,
And create bonds, that forever employ.

For the bonds of summer, are strong and true,
And they hold us up, when life is askew,
They remind us, of what’s most important,
And give us strength, to make a dent.

So let us embrace, the bonds we share,
And hold onto them, without a care,
For in the summer, we find our bliss,
And create memories, that we’ll always miss.

6. The Summer of Joy

       by Gabriel Cruz

Summer vacation, a time of bliss,
A season of joy, that we wouldn’t miss,
A time to unwind, and let loose,
And revel in life’s simple, sweet juice.

The sun, shining bright, in the sky,
A warmth, that makes us feel so alive,
The sand, beneath our feet,
A feeling, that’s ever so sweet.

The beach, a place of solace,
A haven, where we can embrace,
The beauty, of nature’s art,
And the joy, that’s in our heart.

Summer vacation, a time of fun,
A season, that’s second to none,
A chance, to laugh and play,
And let our worries, fade away.

The barbecues, and picnics galore,
A feast, that we can’t ignore,
The taste, of burgers and fries,
A flavor, that’s sure to tantalize.

Ice cream, and frozen treats,
A dessert, that we can’t beat,
The sweetness, that fills our soul,
And the joy, that makes us whole.

Summer vacation, a time of delight,
A season, that’s oh so bright,
A chance, to revel in the sun,
And let our spirits, truly run.

So let us cherish, this season of joy,
A time, that we can’t destroy,
A chance, to embrace the love,
And soar, like a dove.

7. When the Butterflies Dance

       by Paula Goldsmith

My garden comes alive at night,
many flowers do not bloom by day.
In the middle of the night,
my garden is in full swing.
The Blue Bells are swaying,
ringing their bells to the beat.
The big full white moon,
starts out singing a lullaby.
Butterflies are coming to this musical party,
they are dressed in their finest colorful wings.
In the middle of the night,
when I am fast a sleep.
The beautiful butterflies dance from flower to flower,
dancing as the big full white moon is singing along.

8. Summer Holiday

       by Terry Donovan

The only sound, the traffic passing by,
A six-foot fence, the view from where I sit,
To gaze at vapour trails high in the sky,
Some flowers and a rock’ry – that’s it.
The brightest colours, washing on the line,
The only scent is diesel from a bus,
But time to rest and contemplate is mine
Far from the daily hustle and the fuss.
A cup of tea fetched out from time to time,
A smile and chat to chase the blues away,
A crossword puzzle or a book of rhyme –
What better way to use the passing day?
Who needs the beach, the ocean or the bar?
It’s summer if you’re happy where you are.

9. Campfire Cologne

       by Paula Goldsmith

I am now “away from the noise,”
my fruit gum I am chewing.
Sitting here wondering what the boys,
could be doing.
 
Now all unpacked,
a book I will read.
Need to use bug spray before I am attacked,
Oh no I do not want to bleed.

All “satisfied and alone,”
I thought this trip would be more fun.
The rain has me chilled to the bone,
maybe I am done.
 
Campfire cologne will always stay,
since I used an orange can of bear spray.

10. A Summer’s Reflection

       by Gabriel Cruz

The summer sun, with warmth so bright,
A season of relaxation, and delight,
A time to pause, and reflect,
On personal goals, we must perfect.

For summer vacation, is a chance,
To find ourselves, and enhance,
Our inner selves, with introspection,
And personal growth, with pure intention.

With time to spare, and leisure abound,
We explore, what’s within us, to be found,
We reflect on our past, and future goals,
And work towards, fulfilling our roles.


Summer vacation, a season of change,
A chance, for personal growth, to arrange,
We learn to love ourselves, as we are,
And aim to reach, our goals, from afar.

We reflect, on our innermost desires,
And set our sights, on new heights to acquire,
We seek to better ourselves, in every way,
And find fulfillment, in every day.

Summer vacation, a time for renewal,
For self-discovery, and spiritual fuel,
We grow, from within, and outwardly,
And find our path, to live life, fully.

So let us reflect, on our summer’s past,
And use those lessons, to outlast,
The obstacles, that come our way,
As we seek, to live, day by day.

Holiday Poems That Rhyme

Rhyming poems are a classic way to spread holiday cheer and capture the essence of this time of year. These poems about holidays with rhyme are sure to warm your heart and lift your spirits. So grab the cup of hot cocoa and cozy up with these delightful rhymes. Trust us, you won’t be disappointed.

1. My Holiday

       by Mark West

An infinity pool,
Now isn’t that cool.

You sit on the edge and just stare,
There’s just crystal blue water everywhere.

The children just jump right in,
It’s not cold they shout with a cheeky grin.

The air smells of suntan lotion,
The shining ripples on the water are in perpetual motion.

For some it is just lying in the sun,
While others like more energetic fun.

The rows of sunbeds sit along the side,
And still the infinity pool keeps the horizon wide.

2. Christmas Bells

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

3. A Whimsical Christmas

       by Poppy Rusert

The frosty white lane
Down the ‘Wolve’s Bane’
Tagged along with the joy of jingle bells

My foremost heart
Frown at the part
where I stood with the most visual grin

I remember about the
Rudolph and the red nose reindeer
The countryside along with its pioneer
With the sudden rush of happiness.

Little red socks, the big gree tree
Lights and locks
I feel so free
When Christmas is along the corner
Stand with the most beautiful
Visual of the year

But to those little tears
Of that little two sisters
Who barely had any good Christmas
Still standing with glittery eyes
hoping the foremost.

May past all the sad and sorrow
May past all those who cried tomorrow
Now is the time to jingle along with the light
The spirit of heaven and hell between the fight.

4. Thanksgiving

       by Edgar A. Guest

Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.

Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.

5. Your Smile

       by Hussein Dekmak

With your smile:
You can melt stress away,
Keep a heart attack at bay,
Make today a more productive day,
Conquer your worries, make them yesterday,
Treat each new dawn as your special holiday!

6. The Year

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.

7. It’s Said That “A Change Is….”

       by George Krokos

It’s said that ‘a change is as good as a holiday’
though a holiday might be better than a change.
This depends really on one’s attitude some say
or what appeals to the person who is to arrange.

8. Happy New Year!

       by HTR Stevens

Merry Christmas and all that
Do put on your tinsel hat
Humour does not go amiss
To one and all blow a kiss.

Rules are for some – not for all
Well! this is quite a close call
Remember to doff your hat
Aye, the Queen can greet the cat.

Twinkling stars and fairytale
Flying carpets never fail
From all our eyes drop the scales
Re-mix and spare the details.

Living in a “Wonderland”:
My eyes can feel grit and sand
Like floating in outerspace
With a mask across my face.

Earth has had a thorough shake
The world is due a re-make
We’ll see what lands on the top
For success, failure or flop.

9. Holiday Loss

       by Julia

holiday cheer to mourning tears,
i watched you take your last breath
the most wonderful time of the year
doesn’t comfort me in your death
the heavy rain was quite fitting
and the flickering candle mocked me
i can feel my fragile heart splitting
when i don’t see you under the tree
all of your things are already gone
and the house seems so bare
but i know on christmas dawn
—in our hearts, you will be there

10. Kashmir

       by Shantala Kothare

I feel a simple joy
As I look upon the hills
The kind that uplifts my heart
Without the skiing thrills.

The trees look their best
All dressed in multi-coloured hues
And stretch for miles around
Against skies of brightest blues.

And as I watch the sun,
Rise from the other side;
I see life stirring out,
From where at night it hides.

The sky gets filled with colour:
To a warm tangerine-orange glow;
And my mind is filled with awe,
At this wondrously delightful show.

Some birds have started
Singing their happy whistling tunes;
And will continue with their songs,
Till its way past noon.

There are some that have started
Before the day broke into dawn,
And unite with the melodies
Of those who start later in the morn.

And these very merry sounds
So full of happy cheer
Makes the state of Kashmir,
Our very prized frontier.

The sounds are echoed far and wide
On this mountainous terrain
Over hills and through valleys
They reach below to the plains.

At night it gets all quiet,
Except for the babbling brook
And the occasional hoot of the owl
That startles me from my book.

Holiday Poems for Students

These poems about holidays for students for students are perfect for getting you in the festive atmosphere. They will have you feeling the holiday cheer in no time. So don’t wait, give them a read and get ready to embrace the magic of the season!

1. Books and Tea

       by Paula Goldsmith

Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.

Maybe some hot rose tea for you and I,
while we enjoy reading some books,
the pink rose flower china is very pretty.

The hot rose tea makes me feel pretty,
this wall of books is for you and I,
we will always love our many books.

I love tea and books, they make me feel pretty.

2. Christmas Snow

       by Anonymous

There’s one thing you have to know;
At Christmas time, it has to snow.
The ground must fill with fluffy white,
To soften up the cold, dark night.

It helps out Santa, that white snow,
Reflecting off the moonlight glow.
It makes us feel so snug instead,
When we’re inside our soft warm bed.

Although this image is so true
And makes much sense to me and you,
We have to pause and say, “Ahem –
There’s rarely snow in Bethlehem.”

If this thought sets you aback,
Don’t let it take you off your track.
For when you spy a shining star,
It’s Christmas time right where you are.

3. November

       by Paula Goldsmith

fall
cool nights
nice warm days
hot chocolate
warm baked apple pies
colorful leaves
cuddling up
kisses
fun

4. A Holiday

       by Marinela Reka

A time for the mind to relax
And your worries to fade away
A place that soothes the eyes
Where you wouldn’t be every day
A sound that whispers in your ear
Demanding nothing but joy
Space where you can be yourself
And there is no need to be coy
Your mind and body are at peace
All your stresses seem to fade away
There’s never anything quite like
Being on a holiday

5. Consciousness Correction

       by Paula Goldsmith

In life,
there are times when anxiety can set in.
Maybe from a person or a place,
then fear can follow.
Seems like anxiety and fear are best friends,
and we do not need them.
In the world of anxiety or fear,
we can meet frustration.
In life,
anxiety with fear like to play with frustration.
From time to time we need,
to sit our consciousness down for a correction.
A deep cleaning on our consciousness,
ridding it from all negative emotions.
This cleaning can set us free to be free,
finding peace within our life.

6. A New Year’s Wish

       by Anonymous

Into the new year we ride,
With ideas to renew,
All the things left behind,
That’re good for us two.

And so as you ponder this date,
And you plan out your year,
I say shoot for the stars,
And have no thought of fear.

Let’s remember that kindness,
And patience are good.
But don’t forget to play hard,
And win like you should.

So as the year says goodbye,
Let’s say hello to the new.
And may our paths cross in kindness,
In whatever we do.

7. Moment

       by Paula Goldsmith

I do not know where the time goes,
from the opening of a day to its close.
It just goes running away,
time will not stay here to play.
Life is made up of time,
some good times or some sad times we must climb.
These times will be very special,
with a moment sprinkled in our life’s vessel.
Everyone can remember their first kiss,
a very special moment in time we did not miss.
I can still remember a teacher embarrassing me,
it was not a good moment in time I just wanted to flee.
Moment and time walk hand and hand,
it may not be what we have planned.

8. The Turkey Gives Thanks

       by Anonymous

Thanksgiving is my favorite feast.
The table’s set, the napkins creased.
We always have a great big crowd,
With uncles, aunts and children loud.

The grown-ups shoo us to our chairs,
With pushing hands and parent stares.
We wait to eat — but this part’s quirky.
Our main dish is never, ever turkey!

Our grandpa will not eat this bird.
On this he gave his solemn word.
Years ago when he was young,
He vowed it not to pass his tongue.

As a boy, he lived beside,
The rolling Polish countryside.
The turkeys (this is so unkind)
Would chase and bite his small behind.

So even though it’s quite the norm,
He shuns the bird in every form.
I understand how grandpa feels
And how it’s changed his life-long meals.

But me, I’d rather take attack.
Once a year, I’d bite them back!

9. Let’s Minichu on Dreams

       by Paula Goldsmith

It’s time to go to bed,
After a long day I lay my head down to sleep,
Sleep I dread.

Reading a book,
Will it be about a pink sheep,
look~look.

Blackout,
I hear a jeep,
out.
 
It’s time to go to bed,
Will it be about a pink sheep,
out.

10. Dead End Street Potd

       by Paula Goldsmith

There are many kinds of writes,
some write wonderful songs.
Their words will make you sing along,
the music will keep running through your head.
Some write poems,
they can make them rhyme.
A poem could tell a happy or sad story,
or make you laugh out loud.
Some write books,
it could be about a dead end street.
The characters find the road has ended,
what a great place to park.
Park under the silver moon,
and count the shining stars.

Holiday Poems for Friends

These poems are great for sharing with your closest pals to remind them how much they mean to you during this holiday season. So sit back and get ready to be swept away by the true magic of the holiday season with these inspiring and uplifting poems. Trust us, your heart will thank you for it!

1. Resolutions

       by Amanda Kay Burke

Christmas is over
New year has begun
Not sure I’m ready for another one
Done all the things I resolved not to do
The lights blazing down
Time just flew

The world looks newer than before
Burning bright with colors galore
Feel it turn as I go through my day
Long years behind
Short ones on the way

Lighting life with the glow from ahead
Steps have went the wrong way instead
Branch is just too high to reach
Consumed in never-ending breach

The flame marks the proper route
Spells cast make it hard to get out
When my foot bravely goes to tread
Suddenly cells are made of lead

My fire drags me the opposite direction
Everglow remains in the darkest section
Memories of long ago linger in my head
Love I lost
Can’t let go of
Remains in words unsaid

When asked my resolution I always respond
“Stop saying yes to things I am of rather not fond”
Of course I never commit and fail within a week
I try nonetheless though my attempt is too weak

2. Blue Christmas

       by Amanda Kay Burke

Christmas is around the corner
I can’t stop myself from feeling blue
Vainly trying to channel holiday cheer
It’s just not merry without you

3. Snow

       by Jeanmarie

Snow
Snow is falling,
Falling down quickly and covering the road,
The road I need to get home.
To get home to where you lay,
Laying waiting for me to lie in your arms to tell you about my day.
My day has been rough, and all I want to do is come home.
Come home to where you are at once.
Once the snow lightens up, I’ll be on my way,
On my way to see you to hear about your day
Today the snow decided to fall hard,
Hard enough to keep me at a distance.
No distance will ever keep me too far away
Away I’ll stay waiting for the snow to lighten up, then I’ll be on my way.
On my way to keep you warm on this very cold day

4. Firework Holiday

       by Anais Vionet

It’s a firework holiday,
so let’s light up the night,
wave the stars and stripes,
eat barbecue and drink bud light.

We’ll celebrate the liberties
that SCOTUS says we’ve got
it appears they’ve all been bought
and before their terms are over
they’ll resurrect Dred Scott.

Watermelon, hot wings
we’ve even added new things,
like smash & grab lootings
and frequent, random shootings.

Some Republicans want to break away
to form a less perfect union
can you form a successful nation
based on the politics of illusion?

There used to be parades
I’m told, that featured local
things, like firefighting brigades
I guess we’re just to fractured now,
to sashay in such displays.

I bet those were the days.

5. A Friend’s Greeting

       by Edgar A. Guest

I’d like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me;
I’d like to be the help that you’ve been
always glad to be;
I’d like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.

I’d like to do the big things
and the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray out of your skies
and leave them only blue;
I’d like to say the kindly things
that I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you’ve stirred.

I’d like to give back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;
I’d like to make you feel
as rich as I, who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours
with you to lean upon.

I’m wishing at this Christmas time
that I could but repay
A portion of the gladness
that you’ve strewn along the way;
And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I’d like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.

6. Rocktober

       by Jason

I take a whole week to celebrate my birthday,
Just to make sure I don’t sweep it under the rug.
And I’ve worn a mask what feels like my whole life,
But October is, by far, my least favorite holiday.

7. The Wheel of Fortune

       by Anais Vionet

The wheel of fortune has spun our way,
we’re on Spring-break for 8 more days!

The transition to leisure was as smooth as oil,
without classes, he’s just a guy and I’m his girl.

For three weeks we’ll have had the suite to ourselves,
it has all the amenities, it’s like a hotel.

We’ve never been together, alone, for so long before,
it’s so deliciously heterodox, it’s like a reward.

Peter (my BF) observed, “This will be a reality check.”
Yeah, he’s a hopeless romantic.
“Sorry sir,” I said, “It’s my policy not to cash reality checks.”

8. South Coast Summer

       by Steve Page

I am a soft sandal
You are pebble beaches

I am a lace parasol
You are brutal high gales

I am a yellow sundress
You are sudden hail stones

I am scented sunscreen
You are cumulus clouds

I am Mr Whippy
You are a cloud of gulls

You are relentless
But I will adapt

9. To Myself

       by Rose Amberlyn

Under the sun,
And the moon,
Tis the season,
For snow-
For friends, and love,
For warm fires,
And real hugs,
For deep breaths of fresh air,
For showing others kindness,
And that you care.
For taking things slow,
When they say to speed up,
For taking the time,
To fill your own cup.
It’s easy to lose yourself,
This time of year.
But it’s all what you make it,
Be grateful you’re here.
Much love

10. Thanksgiving Is Here Once Again

       by Ronell Warren Alman

Thanksgiving is here once again
A time for family and friends to gather around
We share pleasantries and fulfilling moments
Let the jubilation be heard along the sound
Precious and tender memories are made
As families spread nothing but good cheer
Festivities promote good harmony
As we head towards the end of another year

Holiday Poems for Adults

With the holiday season in full swing, it’s important to get into the spirit of things. What better way to do that than with some festive poetry? These holiday poems for adults are sure to transport you to a winter wonderland and leave you feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Check them out!

1. Holiday of Light

       by Kevin Michael Kappler

The holiday celebrating the miracle from a death
A spirit healing itself through his father.
Light had shone down to healing forgiveness
Even to his enemies who inflicted such harm
Upon an innocent and caring profit
Out of fear over what they didn’t understand
or felt the jealousy of a brighter mind and heart becoming a source of truer loving leadership
A selfish need of attention
Their demands of forced beliefs of their own failed teachings
Clashed with Jesus’ truer teachings
Life and Growth
The hearts’ leadership that was stronger than Earth’s governors
Lead him to be crucified
Forgiveness even as he suffered to his death
He flew to the heavens
and still sought to bring
the evil ones
up with him to the promised afterlife lands.

2. Dunmore East

       by Kaylum Conlon

Teenagers standing on rocks,
Longing to jump in but standing in sudden fear.
Waves swaying against the stone walls,
Hoping to topple them but not having the strength.

The Strand over looking The Hook,
Wishing to catch one’s eye in its grasp.
People wondering aimlessly looking,
Longing to find happiness in the wandering beauty.

Climbing the cliffs to find life’s secret excitement,
Seeking that sweet rush,
The awe and need for some strange accomplishment.
The glory of youth.

The wanderers searching for escape from life’s grasp.
Scared of being alone,
They look for adventure to fill their minds and hearts with needed attention.
Like the two lighthouses standing tall,
I overlook their lives,
Wanting to guide some lost souls
back to the safety of a sandy shore.

Slowly falling back to reality
In each passing day.
You must leave once again,
Return to the salty waters and brisk waves.
How sweet it is,
For youth to venture and explore,
For they do not know life’s sad secret.
Grasping them slowly.

3. Getting Ready

       by Anais Vionet

With three more weeks of holiday vacation,
Lisa and I’ve started studying 5 hours a day.
You can read a novel for atmosphere
but you have to puzzle over and wring-out academic books
– with their essays and worksheets after every chapter.
I feel a simultaneous focus and boredom
– but the pull of school is staggering
– like resisting it could break me apart.

4. Fall

       by Ollie

Walking on a brisk fall morning,
I noticed the leaves had fallen.

The colors were beautiful,
What a time that nature decided to fall.

Looking out at the sea of leaves,
One tree stood before a tragic eve.
A storm that had blown all the precious leaves,
forced Mother Nature to grieve.

What could one do when all hope was lost.

Later on,
a warm fall evening,
I dare not say,
as I felt my mind was blown away.

I thought, why must the beautiful fall?
I looked up at the tree,
and saw one last leaf that still had yet to fall.

5. Cabaret

       by Anonymous

be a holiday
ill be a presley
we can dance at the cabaret
waiting for dawn to greet us gently

sway your hips
in motion with mine
we’ll tremble and move
all to the time
of the beat of the band
boy, aren’t they grand?
let the music die away
let neon, unravel and fray
i’m happy to just shake if you’ll stay
just hold my hand
let’s run away

6. Her Space Holiday

       by Carlo C Gomez

Bergamot morning
the astronauts are sleeping
and she dreams like a mannequin
ceiling stars abound
like hummingbirds in celestial flight
about the nectar of
young bodies, young machines
we drew a map together
from burst to bloom
from fever to neckline
from scale to mirror
pretty scar, a thing of awe
when the curious girl
realized she was under glass
raining in time lapse
she traversed me ad rem
with might and main
I didn’t have the heart
to wake us from
her brainchild’s motif

7. Drawing in

       by Dave Robertson

Yearning for frost sharp, gaudy lights
in November seems apposite in a year consistently blighted with dull, pedestrian horror

The itch to raise a tree and string lights
to no and every god
could be scratched this time

We can pack our proud sneers
in the loft or attic in exchange for
electric hope and cellophane cheer

As nights draw in
we’ll bluff metaphors of closeness
until a wellspring comes to right us

8. The Window Seat

       by Lunar

And just like a picture frame
that holds a precious memory,
I looked at you through my car window,
Hoping you’ll remember me.

That’s what happens in photographs—
You’re frozen in time.
And the next thing I knew,
I was saying goodbye.

9. Seasides

       by Dave Robertson

Remember the sandwich of youth?

On a drizzly beach with actual sand,
the grit crunch making things somehow better
for the supermarket cheddar
and margarine on sliced white

Let the memories come

The loved ones flinging frisbees,
or playing impossible cricket matches,
grand unplanned architecture,
studded with dead shells,
monuments to a hopeful utopia,
collapsed by the heavy-heeled truths of vengeful siblings
or everyday tides

Sea air makes you hungry and tired,
content,
like life and years try

10. I Laugh

       by Kenshō

I know why god made waterfalls
Or why birds fly

When you cast thy mind to the call
your feet will lift to the sky

And if by gone ages be deaf
And no great minds be left

Then cast my mind astray
Like an owl lost in the light of day


God poured a waterfall in my heart
Once my soul was an arrow but now ’tis a dart

Flying flying towards i know not what
But i think they call this art

I am listening and it is getting louder
Nature is giving birth we must surround her

The future is an angel in your mind
With love and compassion we must ground her

So I trek with compass and staff
Because they **** with mind
And suffocate with number and graph

I whistle upon the dixies
As I sneak around with pixies

In the end of it all
It seems a bit chaff
Inward thinking to myself, I laugh

Final Thoughts

We have just looked at some amazing holiday poems that are sure to get everyone into the holiday spirit.

This holiday poetry has something for everyone in the family – no matter what’s on their wish list!

Whether you’re looking for a personal remembrance of loved ones or a simple reminder of what’s important during the holidays, there is sure to be something here that resonates with you. 

Share these poems about holidays with those whom you love, and encourage them to share poems as well.

This season is all about expressing appreciation for one another, and nothing says ‘I appreciate you’ like a carefully chosen poem.

So go forth and spread poetry-filled holiday cheer!

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