Best Swaddling Poems
Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I’ve been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden, I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, “My name is Peg, climb on my back and I’ll take you to where it all began.” I arose to my feet and got on Peg’s back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.
Peg turned his head and said, “That is the Christmas Star ahead.”
As I looked down below, I saw coming from the east, three men. Could they be the three Wise Men?
As we reach the star we slow down to a town. Peg said, “This is Bethlehem down below.”
Peg starts descending close to a stable and lands. I anxiously dismount and we both walk towards the stable. My spirit was overpowered with awe, there in the small dim lite stable, we found a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger, with his mother Mary kneeling beside Him.
The shepherds that were watching their flocks near the stable also came all elated, one of them said, “An angel appeared and told us a Savior, the Messiah, had been born and that we would find Jesus laying in a manger. So, we immediately came to see if truly Jesus our Savior was born.”
The three Wise Men arrived and said, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His Star in the East and have come to worship Him.” They gazed at the young Child and immediately fell down and worshiped Him, they presented their gifts to him of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We stayed for a while in admiration of our Lord Jesus.
After a time, Peg said, “I need to get you back before you are missed.”
Together we flew into the endless night back home to the Christmas tree where I had been before.
11/18/2014 © 2014
Categories:
swaddling, birth, children, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Tumble, crumble cornmeal, salted flour
Stream olive oil
Feed water and toasty yeast with sugar
Crinkle, rumple, crease, and fold
Smooth a silky, doughy globe.
Cover, leave the orb to grow
Keep baby warm
Wrap with snug and swaddling towel
Linger, loiter, wait and proof
Sing a sunny, happy tune.
Overturn the ball on flour
Dust a wooden pin
Feed heart and conscience with honey
Rotate, flatten, compress, admire
Make a downy, level sphere.
Bridge the stretchy bread to pan
Curl edges like leaves
Swirl and ladle a coat of tomato
Thick, chunky, bright, and red
Sway to kitchen melody.
Peppers, onions, olives, chokes
Sausage for some
Rain down the mozzarella and Swiss
Turn and toss, precipitate
Drizzle a snowy blend.
Push the pie into a hot cathedral
Pray for happiness
Think about joy and contentment
Pause, watch, patience, serenity
This journey bakes the future.
Copyright © 2016 Tess Harvester
Categories:
swaddling, food, meaningful, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
You have permission to use these poems of mine on your terrific sight if you wish, from a series of Desert Poems I have written. Joe DiMino, author.
"From Desert Series" by Joe DiMino
Horses have come through here--
no jockeys though--
tracks too free for that;
no grandstand cheering...
but one can tell,
by the long strides,
horses always know:
An eagle steps from the cliff...
struts high above the canyon floor...
shows her young what wings can do.
"From Desert Series" by Joe DiMino
The sun is not too hot, here,
on the lichen side of the mountain--
where the edge is taken off, absorbed
into the oranges and yellows and
greens and blues of my patterns:
There!--I see an Indian woman
breast-feeding her swaddling-child;
and there!--a mystical buffalo,
in marble of color (sort of an
unfinished puzzle): I search for my
missing piece in the shade of a tall
saguaro….
Categories:
swaddling, analogy, angel, anniversary, art,
Form:
Blank verse
Muscles locked in agony
Every ligament burning
Pain flooding nerve endings
Labor
Heavy panting of breath
Heart pumping trying to keep up
Behind the canopy of human perception
Life and Death dance
On her knees pushing
Two women holding her
A third with hands out
Down, down . . . blood, sweat
Water – tears
A tearing and a swoosh
A boy, cover in blood
Cries into the wind
Life laughs with delight
Rachel in a panting whisper
Ben-Oni – his n a m
e
Dies
Death – laughs defiantly
Echoes across this luscious valley
Livestock pause from eating
Shepherds watch
Jacob climbs Migal Eder
Grief cries fill the valley
*** 1000 years later ******
A small wiry man from Moresheth
Deeply troubled
Spoke about justice
The coming of doom
But also of hope
Micah climbs – Migal Eder
Watchtower of the flock
Cries -- “Daughter of Zion”
Listen . . .
“Daughter of Jerusalem”
Hear my words
“Bethlehem Ephrathah
Small among the mighty clans of Judah
From within you
A ruler over Israel – a shepherd
From the beginning of days
Of ancient time
The restorer of Peace”
***** 700 years later ******
Too many people
No rooms
Tired, frustrated, worried
The pain . . .
Life and death begin to dance
She yells
J-O-S--E---P---H !!!!!
In the distance
A tower
Fire
“Hang on Mary”
Almost there
Panting prayer- Y a h w e h!!!
Father of this great hurt!
P – L – E – A – S – E
Release your son – NOW!!
Down
Upon her knees
A depression of earth
A pair of hands
Pushing with all her might
Gritted teeth, white lips pressed wide
A tearing of maidenhood
A breaching of flesh – blood burst forth
Within the blood – an infant
Relief
Cool air – Life dances upon the breeze
Death shaken, slinks away
Breast, milk, a swaddling
A mother’s love
Under Migal Eder
Watchtower of the Flock
Resting in a manger
Across the valley
A bright light
Music – “Glory to God in the highest . . .”
A new shepherd
A paschal lamb
J E S U S
Live and Love Generously
David Meade
12/19/2016
Categories:
swaddling, blessing, child, dance, love,
Form:
Free verse
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright smiling face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.
Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.
She took me in her gentle hands,
Fed me with her nourishing milk,
Made me sleep with lullabies sweet,
Cared her children day and night
She ever remained a pillar of strength,
In whom I saw a never failing friend.
Led me through the devious turns of life,
Always there to lend her helping hand
Wise it was to seek her counsel –
In complex issues too hard to solve,
Sane and sound, she ever remained.
To trials of life, she never surrendered.
She taught us the quintessence of life,
She showed us the route to tread,
Her zest for life never once ceased,
Her trust in God was ever on the rise
As I look back to days of yore,
All I wish is to conjure up the past,
To be reborn a second time,
To be my mother’s darling child!
~ Poem of the Day~
Categories:
swaddling, appreciation, best friend, mother,
Form:
Blank verse
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem 11/25/22 Based on the Messianic Prophecies
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Christmas Rose
The Christmas Rose bursts into bloom
As echoes of midnight’s final chimes resound –
Precious Bloom of Perfect Prophecy inhales a first breath
Of winnowing starlight foretold
The Prince of Heaven steps into our blemished creation
New lungs fill with aromatic fulfillment
With bursting refrains once heard in Eden.
Torrents of roaring grace
Smash narrow portals of garden betrayal
Eras, ages and eons of sneering dominion
Stumble sideways in vertigo
Temptation’s false victory turned upside down
Smug visages fade into imploding arrogance
The missing piece of the human heart
Vibrates again in unison of Emmanuel’s Eternal Beatitude
With the tenor of timeless oblations
Heaven’s trembling preparation of holy delight
Explodes in triumph with the New Genesis
Through the breathless comma of anticipation
Before defeated wraiths of wildness
Gorges shatter, valleys level
Avalanches of obliteration raze
Buttes, crumbling cliffs and ridges of desolation
Midnight’s last stroke of domination
Turns a beastly reign into a flailing whine
Gone the plaintive elegies of exile
Heralds of angels harvest flowers in the desert
Gates into everlasting broad highways open
First Born Mystery in swaddling clothes smiles
In desert blooms of sweet frankincense
With everlasting scents as joy blooms in Eternal Laughter!
Eden’s new age of Exuberant Truth strides into time
Writing beauty’s signature on mountaintops
Leaving incense where insolent decay
Abandons ashes of deluded victory
Sweet scented perfume of grace overpowers putrid
Baby conceived in Anointed Advent, gird in Gloria, arrives!
Categories:
swaddling, baby, christmas, jesus, rose,
Form:
Free verse
Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each milky balloon
Red velvet gown swaddling paps so roon
Silver, monogrammed broach cresting over satin plume
Golden necklace the antechamber doth groom
Lilac perfume from each tendered Liily doth fume
Plowing through the quilted morass so carefully strewn
O'er snowy plain with sculpting touches tenderly prune
Nurturing each crevice; in your fecund valley swoon
Watching in rapturous chorus each mound bloom
With fertile lips I pollinate each riveted loom
From each rendered nipple a sweet nectar I exhume
Categories:
swaddling, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
In a small lite stable,
In a manger made into in a cradle
A beautiful newborn baby
Born to save me.
Ten little fingers, ten perfect toes,
Wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Sleeping completely still;
To redeem and fulfill.
12/11/2019
Luke 2:12 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Luke 2:7 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
Categories:
swaddling, baby, birth, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
A dauntless dachshund was my darling dog.
He was charmed to chase the cavorting frog.
He always ran and romped with great agility ,
For sniffing and smelling mice, he had a special ability.
He was rock black in shade and was very bold.
He stayed loyal and lively and never grew old.
His swaddling gait and swiveling move,
Brought much joy. From life, all boredom he did remove.
Safeguarded and shielded our home with a surveilling eye.
Lazily loitered with us under the lulling evening sky.
His sparkling starry eyes shone with joyful delight.
He sought snuggles and cuddles as if they were his right.
Sad, one day, our darling dachshund for ever departed.
Dropping his doggy duties, from us, he silently parted.
The memory of the magical moments he gave, merrily stays.
A faithful friend who gave us funny and festive days!
Categories:
swaddling, animal, appreciation, death, dog,
Form:
Alliteration
Time can be a minute
Or it can be an hour
Days, weeks, years, decades
Time itself is a power
Sometimes the dawn of morning
Or heat of afternoon
The setting sun of evening
The light of the midnight moon
Time can be prehistoric
Or after Christ to me
It can be metaphoric
Or name the crown of a King
Time is like a baby
wrapped in swaddling cloth
Unaware of its surroundings
Except for food and warmth
It could be a city
Or it could be a street
With each of its destructions
Making a time complete
There was the time of the waltz
Before the band was complete
Afterward followed the Jitterbug
And fast movement of the feet
There are times of war
And there are times of peace
Earthquakes and depressions
Affecting the rich and weak
There are times of assurity
And there are times of doubt
In the times of obscurity
Tears of unknown amount
Time when a mans security
Is the measure of his account
And yet when mans security
Amounts to his ability to shout
There are moments when
Time can’t be measured
Leaveing us to pout
Pressure of solution bring answers out
Love and hate the measurement
A finite or infinite amount
Yet time is actions pleasure
When truth of day comes out
A time and times a measure
When God calls you out
A judgment time will measure
Leaving time itself out
Categories:
swaddling, allegory, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
And here come the shadows
Swaddling me in its sheets
Until I wrestle myself free
But each time it gets harder
And I want to give up
Until my head pokes through
And my lips taste the air
It moves me to try more
To wiggle free from the shackles
And the clearness tastes so good
Like rain in a cracking desert
But then they turn the water off,
Someone steals the sun,
And once again,
The black shadow creeps over me,
Sucking me inside
Categories:
swaddling, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Sunshine rousing cheers echo the day in
As clouds move to blueness
And colors arch over earth
Made anew in rejuvenating pleasure.
A butterfly sings, dances,
And chooses a flowering Daisy’s ring
Of white ray petals reaching out
Between the emerald, green blades,
In prayer and thank you.
Puddles mirror their beauty;
Swelling belly raindrops hang
Swaddling images.
Our Creator sets off with His Grace.
6/27/2024
Categories:
swaddling, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a time~is the way the story goes
The virgin, Mary, birthed the Son of God
Wrapped Him up in swaddling clothes
Then laid Him in a manger, where shepherds came to see
The One of whom the angel spoke~Jesus Christ is He
Though King of kings and Lord of lords, He took no royal seat
But three wise kings who followed His star came to lay gifts at His feet
And as He grew, a boy of twelve, Jesus did His Father's Will
As a man to everyone He did good in every valley on every hill
(Bridge)
The demons left, the dumb could talk
The dead were raised, the lame could walk
The blind could see, the deaf could hear
The Word of God He spoke was clear
(Chorus)
Grace is His favor, we behold
And His Passion is the greatest love we've known
Full of truth and everlasting mercy shown
Jesus' story is the greatest ever told
As the people followed Christ~giving praises to His Name
Some religious leaders envied Him for His power and His fame
So when His time had come to die~He was arrested by them
Though the Son of God was innocent, they said, "Crucify Him!"
He was wounded; He was bruised~He was rejected; He was grieved
He was disfigured more than any man on the Cross between two thieves
The punishment that brought us peace~with all our sins were laid on Him
Still He said, "They know not what they do~Father, forgive them."
(Bridge II)
He said, "It is done!" Then Jesus died
Upon the Cross they pierced His side
And sealed the tomb in which He lay
Still God raised Him up in three days
{Bridge III}
Justified by the Spirit and seen by men and angels
He was believed on in the world~ and taken up to glory
He is lifted up and still preached among the nations
Every man, woman, boy and girl need to hear His love story
(Chorus)
Grace is His favor, we behold
And His Passion is the greatest love we've known
Full of truth and everlasting mercy shown
Jesus' story is the greatest ever told
Categories:
swaddling, faith, love, passion, son,
Form:
Ballad
Down, down, down she came
Into her mother’s waiting womb;
From out of the dark-bright sky above, knowing
Intrinsically what to do.
Find her place, find her place, retrace
Her steps once more;
Down from the blue and black into
Another life of rich or poor.
Earth bound, earth bound,
Beautifully bound like bows;
Wrapped in swaddling gossamer gowns
Where’s she’s been, nobody knows.
Up until now, up until now, up until
Baby’s first breath;
Smiling sweetly, knowing completely
It’s time to wake up, sleep
And forget.
Categories:
swaddling, life,
Form:
Rhyme
So why did I do it?
It still isn't clear.
The rooms were all taken;
The busiest this year.
And all of them dusty,
And all of them tired.
The trek to their birth-place
By Rome now required.
A census, the issue.
A right royal pain.
And doubtless the purpose
More tribute to gain.
The evening was settling,
The rush nearly o'er.
But still came a knocking
For help at my door.
The couple so tender,
The young girl with child.
The husband imploring
With eyes almost wild.
About to refuse them,
I glanced once at her.
Amazingly peaceful
And patient, demure...
"But wait, there's the stable.
Not much of a spot.
But shelter and bedding;
That's all I have got.
And liquids and lanterns
And clean swaddling fare.
Go quickly, my children,
Your baby comes there!"
(And so near my livestock
Messiah was born.
The night sky, the shepherds,
The earth-changing morn.)
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Categories:
swaddling, baby, bible, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme