Christmas Tree Poems

Its always good to send christmas tree poems in xmas season. Christmas is the time of blessing and to send christmas tree cards. Here you will find christmas tree poems to write on cards and send to friends. Read our christmas tree poems for children.

The City Had Withdrawn

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment
To sell them off their feet to go in cars
And leave the slope behind the house all bare,
“I could soon tell how many they would cut,
You let me look them over.”

A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
As may be shown by a simple calculation.
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.
I can’t help wishing I could send you one,
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.

A Thousand Christmas Trees

A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
As may be shown by a simple calculation.
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.
I can’t help wishing I could send you one,
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.

A Thousand Christmas

A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
As may be shown by a simple calculation.
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.
I can’t help wishing I could send you one,
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.

Christmas Trees Lined

Christmas trees lined like war refugees,
a fallen army made to stand in their greens.
Cut down at the foot, on their last leg,

they pull themselves up, arms raised.
We drop them like wood;
tied, they are driven through the streets,

dragged through the door, cornered
in a room, given a single blanket,
only water to drink, surrounded by joy.

Forced to wear a gaudy gold star,
to surrender their pride,
they do their best to look alive.

I’m A Little Pine Tree

I’m a little pine tree
As you can see,
All the other pine tress,
Are bugger than me.
May be when I grow up
Then I’ll be
A great big merry Christmas tree!

I will choose a Christmas tree

I will choose a Christmas tree
to celebrate the Birth:
I will plant it carefully
upon God’s good deep earth.

I will tend my Christmas tree
in honor of the Child:
I will leave it growing
in the wetness and the wild.

One Little Star On The Top Of The Tree,

One little star on the top of the tree,
Two little presents underneath for me,
Three silver ropes twisted around the tree,
Four colored lights shining prettily,
Five shining balls flowing silvery.
Oh, what a sight for use to see!

In Summertime My Branches

In summertime my branches were a place for birds to nest,
In autumn my branches were their place for food and rest,
And now that wintertime is here, I hope to be all glistening
bright with snowflakes…
The little birds’ Christmas tree!

The tree Is Here.

The child is gone.
The tree is here.
The village windows lit.
Laughter’s left. Joy’s remiss.
Mistletoe brings no kiss.

A sad sight, alone at night,
not one to bring true cheer.

The child within, the child without.
The scarcity is clear.
No amount of Christmas lights can quell
the loneliness I feel.

A Happy Little Christmas Tree

A happy little Christmas tree
Stood bravely in the cold,
And prayed, to some nice family,
It one day would be sold

No treasure to be found on Earth
Could match the little tree’s,
For none could be of greater worth
than love and family.

And way up high above the clouds
Where only angels roam,
A light was shining brighter now,
The tree had found a home.