32 result(s) for Holiday Poems.
These poems are completely original - not copied from anywhere. Feel free to use them however you want.
Colors of Celebration
In vibrant streets, where laughter fills the air,
Festive parades, a tapestry of cheer,
With colors ablaze, uniting every care,
The joyous spirit whispers, 'Winter's here!'
Banners flutter high, like dreams upon the breeze,
As little ones dance in time with ringing bells,
The hearts entwined in mirth, a sweet reprise,
In every dazzling float, a story dwells.
From lanterns glowing bright to fireworks' flight,
The world adorned in hues of red and gold,
Each face aglow, embraced by warmth and light,
In unity, the tales of love unfold.
So let this season shine, with hearts alive,
Together, in this dance of joy, we thrive.
Joyful Tidings
In a world where laughter fills the skies,
Twinkling lights and joyful cries.
Mirthful moments, hearts alight,
Holidays bring pure delight.
Family gathered, stories shared,
Togetherness that shows we cared.
With every hug and festive cheer,
Joyful laughter rings sincere.
Ode to the Festive Table
Oh, Gathering of Joy in splendid array,
Where laughter dances through the fragrant air,
Upon the table, a festive display,
A feast that beckons all who gather there.
Golden turkey, glistening with grace,
Cranberries blush, sweet and tart delight,
Harvest bounty shared in this sacred space,
Friends and family reveling in the light.
Potatoes creamy, whipped to fluffy peaks,
Stuffing rich with secrets old and dear,
Each plate tells a tale, as fellowship speaks,
In the warmth of love, there's naught to fear.
Raise a glass to memories now made,
To seasons woven with laughter and cheer,
In the heart of this table, joy won't fade,
As we share this bounty, year after year.
Can't find the poems you're looking for?
Whispers of October
In the amber glow of flickering candles,
shadows dance like wraiths upon the walls,
a circle of friends, hushed and leaning close,
where the air is thick with tales untold.
Voices shiver like the wind outside,
a chill creeping into the bones,
a ghostly laugh, a whispered hex,
a rustle of leaves in the graveyard's yawning mouth.
Each story spun in the needle's eye,
where logic falters and specters rise,
blood-chilling moments and skeletal grins,
drink deep, dear hearts, of the eerie thrill.
The window rattles, the clock strikes five,
from the depths, an ancient secret sighs,
a smile curls on lips pale as moonlight,
we taste the bite of a forgotten fright.
Once more the veil is torn asunder,
weaving threads of fleeting wonder,
for in these shadows and fireside gleams,
we hold the remnants of our darkest dreams.
Cider's Warm Embrace
In the hearth where embers glow,
The scent of cider warms the air,
With spices dancing, gentle flow,
A holiday joy beyond compare.
Cinnamon whispers, nutmeg sighs,
Cloves weave tales of yesteryear,
As laughter echoes, time flies,
In every cup, love draws us near.
Beneath the twinkling starry night,
We gather ‘round with hearts so light,
With every sip, the world feels bright,
In cider’s warmth, we find our right.
So let the pot keep simmering slow,
As stories blend with twilight's song,
In the season’s grip, we let love grow,
And cherish moments, sweet and long.
Fields of Gold: A Harvest's Embrace
In the heart of autumn, where the sun dips low,
Rolling fields of gold beneath a crimson glow.
A tapestry woven in nature's grand design,
Whispers of harvest echo, sweet and divine.
Cornstalks stand tall, like sentinels in grace,
As whispers of wind caress their gentle face.
Pumpkins ablaze in hues of bright delight,
In the dance of the season, they bask in the light.
Gather 'round, ye merry, let joy be our guide,
With baskets of plenty, our hearts open wide.
The laughter of children, like music in the air,
As they scamper through orchards without a care.
Grains heavy with promise, a bounty bestowed,
Fields stretch in splendor, the fruits of our toil.
Harvest moon rises, casting silver so bold,
A beacon of love in the fields we have rolled.
From dawn's early blush to twilight's soft sigh,
Nature's embrace brings forth a jubilant cry.
For in every kernel, in every sweet vine,
Lies the heart of our home and the joy we entwine.
So gather together, as the leaves drift and wane,
In the warmth of the harvest, forget all your pain.
For in rolling fields, where the past and present shine,
We celebrate joy, and our spirits align.
A Toast to New Beginnings
In winter’s chill, we gather near the flame,
With glasses raised, we mark the turning tide,
Each laugh a thread in the tapestry of change,
A whisper of hope, our hearts entwined in light,
For in this moment, all things feel renewed,
We toast to journeys waiting to begin anew.
The clink of glass, a melody of dreams,
As time unfolds with every sip we share,
We turn the page, embrace the unfolding year,
With every story, we weave our joys and fears,
Embracing dawns painted in colors bright,
In winter’s chill, we gather near the flame.
The laughter dances like the snowflakes fall,
As friendships bloom beneath the starry sky,
In this embrace, our spirits soar above,
Towards horizons where the past meets future,
With every heartbeat echoing the wish,
We toast to journeys waiting to begin anew.
With wishes carved like names into the frost,
We reach ahead where ambitions take their flight,
For all we’ve lost and all that yet remains,
Can only guide us with a gentle touch,
In shared resilience, we gather strength from light,
The clink of glass, a melody of dreams.
So here’s to the moments waiting on the brink,
To rediscover love wrapped in old traditions,
With open hearts and arms wide to embrace,
Where every ending births a brand-new start,
For in this magic of the season’s glow,
We toast to journeys waiting to begin anew.
And when the stars above ignite the night,
Let every voice combine to sing our tales,
As bonds are forged like winter’s icy craft,
Reminding us that we are never alone,
Instead, together we’ll craft memories bright,
In winter’s chill, we gather near the flame.
Sunlit Gatherings
Beneath the generous spread of azure,
we blanket the grass, our laughter swirling
like dandelion seeds in a warm breeze.
The sun hangs heavy, dropping golden crumbs
down, as the scent of ripe fruits
and freshly baked bread melts into the air.
Children's voices tangle with the rustle
of leaves, a symphony of joy,
a melody of carefree moments,
each bite of watermelon a burst
of sweet, sticky summer magic.
Ants march like tiny warriors,
undeterred by our exuberance,
while the clouds, cotton-like guardians,
float lazily, keeping watch
on our endless afternoon.
Time drifts like a kite, soaring,
a ribbon of memories trailing,
each picnic woven with stories,
a tapestry of sunlight and smiles,
where every laughter echoes,
and every moment is savored like the last
bite of dessert on a warm summer day.
Carols Under Starlit Skies
Beneath the vast and shimmering, twinkling night,
We gather 'round the warmth of fires aglow,
With hearts ablaze and spirits taking flight,
In joy we sing where winter winds do blow.
Each note a wish on silvered, drifting air,
A melody that whispers of delight,
As starlit heavens bear our voices fair,
Their light a blessing, soft and pure and bright.
With every carol, tales of old revive,
Of peace and love, a gift we share anew,
In harmony, our souls and hearts arrive,
A season’s dream beneath the sky's deep blue.
So let us sing, let echoes dance through night,
For in these carols, every heart takes flight.
Can't find the poems you're looking for?
Flickering Light
In the quiet dusk, candles flicker and sway,
The warmth inside wraps like a soft, gentle hug,
As shadows dance lightly across the chilled walls,
Whispers of laughter and stories unfold,
Gathered together, hearts open wide,
Celebrations of love that never grow old.
Soft embers ignite the corners of night,
Candlelight spills dreams in the air, oh so snug,
While outside the world, frosted and cold,
A glow fills the room where fond memories are told,
Each warmth around us, a bond that won't hide,
An echo of hope, as we cherish and hold.
Hands intertwined, we celebrate our space,
Candlelight flickers in the warmth inside,
Filling the silence, letting our hearts speak,
In this festive realm, all troubles will fold,
With beams of affection, we share this sweet ride,
In the heart of the season, where love is our gold.
Whispers of the New Year
As twilight falls on New Year's eve,
With hearts aglow, we dare believe,
In whispered dreams like stars so bright,
We paint our hopes in the moon's soft light.
The clock ticks down, each chime a song,
A symphony where we all belong,
With glasses raised, we toast our cheer,
To joys to come in the coming year.
A fire burns with stories old,
Of paths untrodden, tales untold,
We cast away the fears of past,
Embracing futures, bold and vast.
In laughter's rings, and tears that flow,
We weave our dreams, let our spirits grow,
For every year a chance anew,
To chase the skies, to start anew.
So hear the bells, let hope arise,
With open hearts and eager eyes,
We'll dance 'neath stars, let spirits soar,
And welcome what the new year has in store.
Waltz of the Snowflakes
Snowflakes dance through the night, a soft lullaby sings,
Underneath starry blankets, the world's heart gently clings.
Twinkling lights on the rooftops, like dreams set alight,
As whispers of winter enchant, with each crystal wing.
The chill in the air speaks of joy, pure and bright,
In every flurry that falls, hope and warmth it brings.
Children's laughter echoes, their delight in the sight,
While shadows of seasons awaken, and nostalgia clings.
So let us revel in magic, this holiday's light,
Embrace the chill with our hearts, as the snow gently flings.
Under Mistletoe's Embrace
Beneath the mistletoe we stand, my dear,
Hearts entwined in a soft, twinkling glow,
The air is filled with whispers of the cheer,
With every kiss, the world slips into slow.
Laughter dances, weaving tales sublime,
As snowflakes drift, we create magic in time.
Twinkling Treasures
Ornaments shine on the evergreen tree,
In colors of ruby, and bright gold to see.
Each one a story, a memory dear,
Adorning the branches with holiday cheer.
Glimmering softly, they dance in the light,
Reflecting our laughter on this joyful night.
Together we gather, in love we unite,
While ornaments shimmer, hearts shine ever bright.
Colors of Home
In the heart of winter, bright lights twinkle and glow,
Houses in vibrant hues, putting on quite a show.
Red, green, and gold, they dance in the night,
Spreading warmth and joy, a beautiful sight.
Blue ribbons and silver, wrapped round every door,
Wreaths made of pinecones, and smiles we adore.
Families gather ‘round, full of laughter and cheer,
In homes dressed in colors, the best time of year.
So let’s sing and be merry, beneath the moon's beams,
While houses in vibrant hues brighten our dreams!
With every sweet carol and stories retold,
The colors of home shine brighter than gold.
Autumn's Palette
Hues of orange and gold adorn the trees,
Overhead, a gentle breeze whispers through the leaves.
Lush carpets of crumbled foliage blanket the ground,
Iridescent sunsets set the sky aglow,
Days grow shorter, while nature's bounty thrives.
As we gather round, embracing the season's grace,
Yearning hearts celebrate the beauty of this place.
Joyful Gatherings
Laughter fills the air,
Family portraits capture,
Smiles in warm embrace.
Echoes of the Hearth
In a village cloaked in snow’s embrace,
Traditions weave their timeless lace.
Around the fire, the tales unfold,
Of joy and warmth, of memories told.
The chiming bells in winter’s chill,
Guide hearts to gather, to pause, to still.
Each carol sung, each cookie baked,
A legacy sweet, in laughter awaked.
The old tales spin of stars above,
Of hands entwined and hearts in love.
In every ornament that brightly shines,
Lies the spirit of those ancient lines.
From generation to the next they flow,
In whispered prayers, in soft, warm glow.
As candles flicker, and spirits dance,
The past returns in a joyous trance.
So let us keep this circle tight,
In every season, in day and night.
For though the years may come and go,
The heart of tradition will ever grow.
Golden Harvest Moon
Under harvest moon,
Fields of gold whisper softly,
Time's sweet bounty glows.
Ode to Sunday Gatherings
In morning's soft embrace, a table laid,
The sunlight streams, in hues of gold arrayed,
With laughter's chorus rising, warm and clear,
Family converges, joy that draws us near.
The clinking of the plates, a sweet refrain,
As maple syrup flows like liquid sunshine,
Pancakes piled high, with berries bright and bold,
A feast of love, more precious than pure gold.
The coffee brews, its rich aroma swirls,
While stories dance like graceful, shimm'ring pearls,
Each hug, a blessing, each smile, a delight,
In these moments, hearts take flight, igniting bright.
So here, around this Sunday spread divine,
In every bite, in every laugh, we find,
The essence of our bonds, so tightly bound,
In Sunday brunch, life's secret joys unbound.
Gathered in Gratitude
Ode to the season where hearts intertwine,
In the glow of the hearth, in the laughter's design.
Thankful hearts gather, as sunlight does fade,
In the warmth of togetherness, love's serenade.
Hands clasped in prayer, gratitude in the air,
Moments replayed, in sweet memories we share.
The table adorned with the bounty we claim,
Each bite a reminder that we're not all the same.
Voices rise softly, a tapestry spun,
Of stories and laughter, of battles now won.
The spirit of giving, of kindness profound,
In this circle of love, true treasures are found.
So here let us linger, as twilight descends,
With thankful hearts gathered, as family transcends.
In this fleeting moment, let's cherish the start,
Of a holiday season, with thankful hearts.
Dreams of Holiday Cheer
Snowflakes twirl in the frosty air,
Children giggle without a care.
Stockings hung by the glowing light,
Wishing for magic on this lovely night.
Cookies baked with icing bright,
Hopes and dreams take joyful flight.
Sleigh bells jingle, hearts full of cheer,
In our fondest childhood year.
Carols sung on the chilly breeze,
Laughter echoing through the trees.
With every star that twinkles above,
We celebrate the magic of love.
So gather 'round, let the dreams unfold,
In holiday stories, bright and bold.
For every moment, each smile shared,
Is a gift of cheer, forever declared!
Whispers of Wrapping
As the winter wind breathes soft and low,
Beneath the glow of candles' warm embrace,
Gifts wrapped in ribbons, tied with a bow,
Hold echoes of laughter in their silken space.
Each package a promise of love we share,
Papers crinkle, like secrets held tight,
With every layer, whispers hang in air,
Of warmth and togetherness, hearts taking flight.
Yet time's fleeting hand, it steals them away,
The moments enclosed, now shadows of yore,
A holiday's magic, like leaves, swept away,
In the silence we gather, remembering more.
So hold close the gifts of the love that we bore,
In the heart's quiet chambers, where memories soar.
Memories of Joy
In the glow of twinkling lights,
We gather close on starry nights.
Laughter dances through the air,
Memories made with love to share.
Beneath the mistletoe we stand,
Together, hearts and laughter planned.
Time well spent, these moments dear,
Forever cherished, year by year.
Winter's Whisper
In the stillness of winter’s breath,
Nature holds a soft secret,
a hush that blankets the world,
where whispering winds embrace the trees,
and snowflakes descend like gentle thoughts,
each one a delicate story,
collecting on branches,
weaving a tapestry of silence,
the ground cloaked in powdered dreams,
a canvas untouched,
a moment frozen in reverie,
where time slows its sprint,
and the air tastes crisp,
a hint of pine and promise,
under a sky greyed in wonder,
it invites us to pause,
to breathe,
to listen,
as the earth lulls in comforting slumber,
a serene embrace,
a reminder of the quiet power,
in stillness, we find our peace.
City of Lights
In the heart of the city, the night sky does twinkle,
Festive lights dance, and sweet bells do jingle.
Each window is glowing, a warm golden hue,
Magic is sparkling in everything new.
There are ribbons and garlands, all colors so bright,
Families are laughing, what a beautiful sight!
The trees stand tall, with their tinsel now swayed,
In this city aglow, all worries do fade.
Children are dreaming of snowflakes and cheer,
As the warm holiday spirit draws everyone near.
Take a deep breath, feel the joy in the air,
In this city of lights, love is everywhere!
Nature's Seasonal Dance
As winter gives way to the spring,
The flowers begin blossoming,
With colors so bright,
And birds in their flight,
Nature's rhythm is sweetly uplifting.
Jingle Joy
Bells are ringing, oh what cheer,
As holiday magic draws us near.
Spirits lifted, hearts align,
In a dance of joy, we intertwine.
Snowflakes twirl beneath the light,
Each moment sparkles, pure delight.
With laughter shared and love on high,
We treasure these times as seasons fly.
Wreaths of Pine
On doors hang wreaths of pine, a festooned embrace,
Whispering tales of winter wrapped in green,
Each needle a memory of chill and cheer,
As families gather close, hearts intertwine,
The scent of joy, of cinnamon and spice,
In the glow of lights, we find our way home.
The laughter spills like twinkling stars above,
Children dance around, their spirits aglow,
While carols pulse soft as the falling snow,
Each wreath a welcome, a brightened space,
Warmth of a fire in every heart, a sign,
That love is the gift we cherish and hold.
And as we hang the pine, we forge a time,
With stories shared, a tapestry unseen,
Hoping each year we find this joy again,
As wreaths of pine hang on doors, a grace,
Binding us close, in life’s fleeting chase,
May our memories linger, sweetly defined.
Warmth in the Chill
On chilly nights when snowflakes twirl,
The fireplace crackles, a flickering pearl.
With blankets wrapped tight and cocoa in hand,
We gather 'round warmth, in a cozy band.
The winter winds whisper ‘neath a starry dome,
As laughter and stories fill our warm home.
So let the cold dance outside in the night,
For inside this haven, all feels just right.
Can't find the poems you're looking for?