Best Presents Poems
Citrus
Christmas
Prais'n
Rais'n
Dandy
Candy
Dapple
Apple
My mother and father told me when they were young that sometimes on Christmas there might be an apple, an orange, some candy and some raisins..Poverty was rampant in our country..Is it still that bad????
the best gift of all ...
my son comes home for Christmas
I’m counting the days!
12-09-17
Dear Santa, it’s Looby Loo, I’m still here
It’s a miracle, have been ill all year
I don’t want you to forget to stop by
As this old gal would then break down and cry.
I need decent bloomers, mine are in holes
And us oldies truly do feel the cold
A box of curlers, the soft spongy type
As the old un’s wake me up in the night.
I’d like a dressing gown, size twenty four
I can’t do mine up, it don’t fit no more
Some new fluffy slippers to match it too
Mine are worn out, so I need them it’s true.
I may be old, but I like to look nice
Lipstick and face powder would see me right
Oh, some perfume too as mine has run dry
I wish to smell sweet when passing folk by.
Walking isn’t easy for me these days
A four wheeled walker would make me feel brave
I’d be most grateful if all this I get
I’m sure I will, as you are the best yet.
Try not to wake me as I needs my sleep
I’ll leave you some wine and mince pies to eat
Slam the door shut when you leave Santa please
I don’t want my presents stolen by thieves.
Bless you dear Santa for all that you do
Merry Christmas and may the Lord bless you
Looby Loo.
Midnight presents, words and peace
Unwrapped in process, to release
Feeling sense of infinity
Embracing welcomed trinity
Let me speak; love, share to present
All the years of time I have spent,
Proving things that are in our midst
Crucial things, we must desist
Midnight presents, arrive to show
A choice of treasures to let go
Heidi Sands
11/24/23
COPYRIGHT
* 8 syllables
Pretty Christmas tree
Nice presents under the tree
Christmas Day is soon
Hey Mummy, hey daddy
Guess what I got today.
A headful of headaches
Are coming your way
My best friend at kindy
She gave me a gift
Lots of them, actually
They move and they shift
They are really athletic
They jump really high
They come and they stay
No need to say bye
They make me dance
My best friend is so nice
I couldn't wait to tell you
That she gave me lice!
WORST CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
New toilet seat in pink and purple flowers.
Jockeyshorts with slogans which puzzle for hours.
Teeshirt printed with “McCartney Farewell Tour 2038”,
Because for me it may well be too late.
Title deeds to twin plots in a prestigious cemetery,
With 15% off on marble headstones when they bury.
Large framed picture of mother-in-law herself,
Designed to fit perfectly over the den bar shelf.
Children staring at presents under the tree
Eager eyes wide open and full of wondering,
They know Mama’s been on a shopping spree.
Packages tied up with ribbons, sometimes three
Sends their active imaginations wandering,
Children staring at presents under the tree.
No presents until Christmas, despite their plea,
They’ve even think about secretly plundering
They know Mama’s been on a shopping spree.
Anxiously, they study the packages on one knee
Around the tree they find themselves meandering
Children staring at presents under the tree.
What will Santa bring? They can hardly wait to see
Christmas Eve approaches, stomachs are churning,
They know Mama’s been on a shopping spree.
A large box behind the tree, could it be for me?
Too far back to investigate without blundering,
They know Mama’s been on a shopping spree
Children staring at presents under the tree.
Written November 30, 2022
Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents
The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.
Beavers are busy preparing for winter's wrath
And squirrels find and then store more nuts
Black bear silently walks its well trod path
Still yard-bound, the beautiful peacock struts.
Ravenous weasel scurries about seeking food
Secure in its defense the skunk moves about
Forest humming in this peaceful, serene mood
Valley below, farmers work bringing crops out.
In tallest pine on highest ridge eagle sees
All of man's activities so far down below
Now soaring in clouds above forested trees
Majestic high flying image puts on a show.
The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-18-2015
Note- Not written for any contest.
Written for the joy and pleasure in the writing and presentation only.
And because my relentlessly tough and stubborn Muse beat me into abandoning my new long poem on Hell's fires to bang this one on out.
For his fifth birthday, Heathcliff
Received a toy sword and sheath
With bubble mixture inside from
His absent-minded Uncle Keith.
It seemed an ideal gift.
Heathcliff tingled with pride,
Blowing heavenly bubbles
In the lugholes of his relations,
As they beamed with adult adoration
For a child achieving the easily achievable.
But twenty six years on, at sea,
Heathcliff was besieged by pirates
With six foot sabres gleaming
Like stainless steel cutlery.
Alas, our hero's bubble sword
Offered poor protection.
An Uncle's birthday bungling
Had doomed the lad to bloody vivisection.
The Eve before Christmas day,
No snow but clear skies
And visible stars
A full moon and the Milky way,
Sprinkling its magic, while
My gran and mom jam packed
Cookies into jars.
A dip in the swimming pool,
For it’s sizzling hot that night,
We want to go to bed cool,
Young children eventually
Tucked in tight, with just a sheet,
No snow, ice or sleet,
In South Africa, our home,
Where we sleep.
In their dreams presents, Santa and fun
Tomorrow’s weather prediction,
Thirty-nine degrees in the sun.
Dusted the floor with baby powder,
Who wears the same size shoe
As Santa,
We all look at Grandpa!
Under the tree are two funky
Pairs of flippers for the twins,
Who by now should have grown fins.
Time for bed, presents all
Under the tree
Fairy lights on,
In the kitchen a timer for
For the turkey put on for three
To be turned off at eight,
When we go to church
Come back for freshly baked
Scones and pancakes,
Made in the oven outside,
My Grandma’s pride.
Run for swimming costumes,
Jump in the pool
Oh it was so hot in church,
Now we feel cool.
Air conditioning in most rooms
When indoors,
Sunblock Cream and hats
When outdoors,
We love Christmas in Africa
And in the scorching sun,
Guess each country,
Enjoys and has its
Own kind of fun,
Whether in the snow or the heat,
Christmas day is a day
No one can beat,
Christmas carols are sung
Mistletoe hung
Hubby grabs me
And kisses me
With a glint in his eyes,
Have a surprise for you
Tonight after tea,
And your special mince pies.
Bright wrappings on
Presents under the tree
And so important is the gathering
Of the entire family.
crowning the cactus, a flower blooms
Gifts to your beloved that are priceless:
1. Love
2. Empathy
3. Loyalty
4. Comprehension
5. Trustiness
6. Caring
Example for A Valentine Poem To Your Beloved Poetry Contest
2-10-2016
Look forward, storm.
Great of location, desolate.
Look toward, shelter.
His narcissism’s off the charts
Only psychos say he’s got smarts
This china shop bull
Sells shopping carts full
Of shlock from his rear-facing parts