Best Unwrap Poems
A festered quelling of song
Tasting broths of ritualistic intent
Evermore
Nevermore
Can epiphany’s silent facade
Hold me down
Ever
Again
A war of hellos
Goodbyes
I miss you
“Please, come
Home”
The laughable oddity,
I’ve always been here.
They say home is where the heart is.
Yet, it soars thru Heaven’s misunderstandings.
With many peculiar eyes
Tearing in humbled curiosities
And placated heat strokes
Unable to fathom my reach for tomorrow’s message
Life lessons, tuition free,
Unto serenity
Unto serenity,
I awaken into a catharsis for the colors of song
Rather than the backhanded colors of skin
Because our finite heartbeats consist of one rhythm,
One skip
One shade
…
Yet, the time has come, for this heart
To muster up oxygenated infernos
Before I pave incipient paths
Less traveled
Warning
Warning
…
Warning
©Drake J. Eszes – 5/8/2014 (I of III)
“Now something…has kept me here too long. But, they can’t leave me, if I’m already gone.” –R.A.
Unwrapping the present called Christmas,
beholding what we find inside
depends on our full comprehension
of Jesus, Messiah, who died
a sacrifice for all believers
accepting Him into their hearts.
This glorious gift is unequaled
because unique joy it imparts.
As we’re celebrating this season,
let’s reverence Jesus, the reason.
December 26, 2017, entered in Laura Loo's 10 lines 5 words rhyming poetry
contest
December 23, 2021
Contest: A Strand Christian Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The fact is you rhyme
like a flatulent behind
and that’s me kind
you’re a waste of time
and time isn’t indication you climb
stuck same place is basically decline
So it’s something you got in to
but it’s not what all do
many have a little clue
others listen to you
cus unlike you they ain’t ignorant
don't believe they know every stunt
like you do in an instant
furthest back far from front
I think this your only way too shine
but you over complicate the rhymes
with the image of a fake fool
singing songs unrelatable
about experience you aint been through
speak of ways that ain’t in you
Talk of being true
who you
acting red when mister blue
smoking on the green zoot
hello delude a yellow belly you
for years a career no one hears
a know-it-all without a clue
couldn't find a flow looking at water in the ocean
face it you're hopeless you're no one
dopey desperate and groping
a legless antelope anti-sloping
a deadweight wearing jokes thin
Ha ha as the years go by
other settle for a normal life
they had more talent and are more wise
but of course the size of the competition demise
so you think you’re one of the better guys
though not heard by ears or seen by eyes
sending out signals don't reach satellites
your albums and singles never satisfy
your gift was a throw away couldn’t sell
maybe you should go into your shell
and go away
cus the telephone ain’t gonna ring
you won’t live the dream and know what it bring
you can try from every angle
but you are up against guitars dinging a triangle
It’s time to unplug the mic and abandon the band
cus you a man they don’t demand
quit the hobby you call a job
get a job and shut up your gob
Have you wandered off the beaten path and blamed someone other than YOURSELF? Or could it be that you never walked the path of others, because you were alone and LEFT. Did someone hurt you when you ran from the room in a rush, never telling others how you FELT? Perhaps it’s time you take responsibility and say what’s on your mind, rather than remain STEALTH.
We were made to be inquisitive and to question, but you never knew, because you never asked. You cry and weep inside while something holds you BACK, and you surrender, keeping on the mask. Most of us understand being afraid, but it’s not good to remain in the closet, not accepting the TASK.
Open your eyes, your ears, and you might just see and hear someone new, and discover it’s really you. Even you have yet to know the real you, because like a snapshot UNEXPOSED, you are still ENCLOSED in the shadow of the negatives. You are like a birthday or Christmas present, so beautifully wrapped. Don’t hide or be afraid of yourself or your shades of GREY, because you reveal your true colors when you step out into the light of DAY.
You have heard it said of you, “He’s/She's quiet and cool, so cute and plays by the RULES”. But did you hear when they said, “There is a dire need for social TOOLS”?
Perhaps you have allowed others to define the person they think you are.
This, you must forbid to be so, and slowly open your closet door.
Come on out my friend, show yourself, and have your SAY.
Let’s fly a kite where it’s windy at the beach or by the BAY.
Come on and unwrap yourself, because you have been put here for a purpose.
Unwrap yourself, because no one else can do what you were designed to do.
You have been gifted and touched by God’s hands of GRACE.
Step out into the world and leave your unique TRACE.
You need not rush, but proceed at your own PACE.
You are more than a pleasing face in a quiet PLACE.
Without you, we will digress as a human RACE.
So unwrap yourself, because you are truly loved
cj04102015
Entry to "Your 'Saddest' Christmas Ever"
contest sponsored by Constance La France- A Rambling Poet
I Have No Wife To Unwrap This Year
by Rick Rucker
For well over forty years,
We always had presents, never tears.
We never spent Christmas apart
We always spent Christmas in each other’s heart.
Cancer has done its vile thing,
I have no one that wears my ring.
All the ads show couples holding
The joy of life, for them, unfolding
It seems I have no like fate,
This year I will have no mate.
I have friends that try to cheer,
But I’ll not be without a tear.
As long as I remember,
I planned for Christmas, starting in September.
So many fun things to do,
Baking cookies, buying presents, too.
Just picking out a tree,
Can be its own cause for glee.
Just doing things together made them fun,
Not the same for only one.
I’ll see her in her hospice bed,
Withered, peaceful, newly dead.
I’ll have no tree this year,
The angel that topped it is no longer here!
Undo utopia no more...say no more...silence is what I hear only...I am the shadow and the lonely...I am not of this world...
Never-ending happy ever afters
Wretchedness warped me up in wicked wellness and I splash in wandering wishing wells
Ragged as a rag doll and radiant as a rose
Adoration is glowing and glimmering like a whirlpool of reminiscent light
Pour forth your passion upon me pleasantly
YOLO to this world of wretchedness and wondrous wickedness of woes, trickling down our toes of I-don’t-know’s
Own the night tonight and blossom bright with delight and might
Ugliness will turn to blissfulness
Really damaged in remedyless remnant of lies and I wish away your goodbyes...the truth will farewell your tribulation and its sensation
When will you love me?
I don’t see possibly and will never see it as a possibility...the opportunity of this life has faded into view...because I adore you
Now, you know me and how I can disappear your fear in your horrid, yet hopeful heart of shattered stone and all-alone-and-on-your-own
Gingerly grabbing a hold of my lovely, lamentable life...cutting away epic strife...on my wrists of blood...misunderstood and suicidal and God, be with me through and through...who knew I would be this poor in spirit and lose all my wit...bit by bit, I sit down in emptiness...succumb to the dumb and numb inside me...free me sincerely...
Serenity has wings like butterflies out of ribcages...roaming around in many kinds of rages and letting go of corruption’s clever cages...wear a brave face and embrace grace...
Unwrap the bandages
so I can see the wound,
It needs air to heal.
Let me take a look at it,
the depth of the pain
does not define you.
The wound may have festered,
You may be scarred,
But together we'd find a solution.
It is what sisters stand for,
Lending a helping hand,
To the one who has been badly bruised.
Cast your worries aside,
The path may be narrow and dark,
But you will not walk alone.
The scorn may be inflamed,
the wound may ooze with pus,
It may be unpleasant to behold,
But no injury never healed.
So,unwrap the bandages,
And let me see the wound.
Take off the wrapper and suck it slow
This sweet chocolate treat
Reach back into the bag look for another
Make sure all the wrappers are left on the floor
Hide as much as you can in your bedroom
Under the bed in the closet or even in
Your pillow case so the grown up’s can’t find it
You only get candy once a year so make it last
Throw your costume on the floor you’ll get a new one
Next year, don’t share with your brothers they will eat it all
Next morning when your tummy is hurting
Take the day off from school make up a good excuse
See you next year make sure your costume is new
The day i died.
I was about to say the words.
But i never got a chance for open my mouth.
Because the time of my mouth was already end.
That day somene was talking with me.
But i did not heard anything,
Becase the time of my mouth was aready end.
I also wish i heard everything.
I also never got a chanceto apologise to everyone i have wronged to them.
I aso wish to say good bye to my beloved.
But i gone unsaid words.
poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric