Fold Up Poems | Examples

Carnival Lights

Beneath the sky’s deep purple hue,
Music calls, the laughter too;
Wheels turn slow, the lights all spin,
And pull us gently further in.

The air smells sweet with candy threads,
With buttered corn and warm baked breads;
A carousel of painted dreams,
It ripples on the moonlit streams.

I watch your eyes in neon glow,
They shine in ways you may not know;
The call of bells, the beating drums,
The thrill before the next ride comes.

We win no prize, yet still we keep
The moment safe, our hearts to steep;
For nights like these are never sold,
They live in us when we grow old.

As the tents fold up tight,
And lanterns fade into night,
We walk back slow, still side by side,
With all the joy we could not hide.

Creek in the sheets

My heart begins to sink
As my skin begins to quiver
I've been swept to the brink
By regrets flowing like a river 
So what am I to think 
As the cold world let's me shiver
Stains mark like ink
Where pain became a fissure
There's no one else to blame 
As my blood begins to simmer
And against this waking shame 
No nightmare could be so bitter
So I fold up the remains 
Of a story I can't consider 

My hallowed soul can't bare 
What can't be washed away 
Because even in deepest prayer 
There's words I just can't say
So if I'll never clear the air 
Then I know I just can't stay stay

The bed is wet
My heart's aflame
I cannot forget
What time erased
Memories are set
And the feelings won't drain
So I'll make a bet 
Against the rain 
One last cigarette 
And I'll be unchained

Paper Kingdom

A dream of dreams, then quickly vanished.
A dragon stitched through billowing clouds,
A fold-up wooded paper kingdom appeared.
I slowly sat up in my bed, right on my footboard it gripped. 

The rest of my room disappeared into a fog.
A green-gold scales beast raised its stare.
Calm expression, like he was reading my muddy bog
Thoughts. Overwhelmed, speak, I did not dare.

I'd like to take you to a spectacular place.
He crossed his arms across his chest.
He whirled around a scarf appeared across his face.
Then, twisted his lips, hum, knightly jests.

I scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders,
and thought very nervously. Can I trust this beast?
For a moment, I wondered, but who is his holder?
Anxiously, I merely followed this beast.

A dream of dreams I woke to a knock at my bedroom door.
Afraid, carefully I pulled the loose covers off my head.
Pouring emotions of joy, the wooded paper kingdom was no more.
Mom slowly opens the door. “You’re going to be late for school,” she said.

Bridge Chairs

If you have bridge chairs, playing bridge
Is not their only use.
Try mah jongg or canasta -
Any game needs no excuse.

Or set them up for extra guests
So everyone can sit,
Especially if there’s
A fold-up table where they’ll fit.

The same goes for a coffee cup,
For cocoa or some tea
Can fill it up as well as java -
Wouldn’t you agree?

Of course, that coffee cup may rest
Upon a coffee table,
Which may hold books or magazines,
Despite its coffee label.

And yet, if you’ve a bookcase,
You may get some eye-roll looks
If the shelves have only knickknacks,
When it’s meant for holding books.

Near Fall

Reading some homework
The day seems like artwork
Has the sky ever been so blue

Three guys toss a frisbee
perilously near me
shirtless boys silhouetted in turquoise

We’ve got our shades on
We pretend not to watch em’
But we know they’re putting on a show.

We’ve got fold up recliners
and we set a timer
to move to the shade in a minute or two

But the sun seems distracted
cooler and less radioactive
dozens of students are out on the quad

The trees aren’t just standing
the breeze has them dancing
to ‘Blood in the Cut’, a song by ‘K.Flay’

On this cool, near-fall holiday
We’ll while our day away
each of us claiming a chance to relax

Now that we’re juniors, we know the facts
We get that there’s still a lot of reading to do
but we know, we can have a little fun too.
What else would you expect us to do?

Crystal Light

Shun me not for without you I'm neither rain or sky 
whilst I fold up my senses and slowly die 
life is never perfect in fact its a far cry 
only brave survive dear so lets take it high

to the ends of the earth where stars have no fear  
when sun fades its to allow moon to draw near 
does love oblige sometime, just to dry a tear
yes it does that is how it keeps us in the clear 

include me in the breaths you take every day 
let me be your light, your truth and your way 
close the curtains of hate know what they say 
the thin line between the two can be so gray 

Shun me not for without you I am neither day or night 
let us seize this love and be, each others crystal light.

If My Doggy Could

What if my doggy could learn how to read?
Would the library have all the books he might need?
Would he study the types and the traits of his breed?
What if my doggy could learn how to read?

What if my doggy could write me a note?
Would he fold up the paper and sail it by boat?
Could I make heads or tails of the things that he wrote?
What if my doggy could write me a note?

What if my doggy knew how to do math?
Would he add up the hours that passed 'till his bath?
Or subtract yellow flowers from grass on the path?
What if my doggy knew how to do math?

What if it turned out my doggy could talk?
Would he stop every stranger he met on his walk?
Would he babble and bop while they stood there in shock?
What if it turned out my doggy could talk?

My doggy can't write, or subtract, or chit chat,
but he IS good at catch and at chasing the cat
and at racing to me from the place he was sat,
just to 
lick 
my 
whole 
face...! 

And I'm happy with that.


__________________________

Dandelion Nursery Rhyme

 
Some people call a dandelion a weed,
but to me it is a pretty wildflower indeed.
With yellow petals at the top of each one,
like golden rays just like the sun.

Blooming like stars in the meadows and grass,
bigger, bigger and bigger as hot days pass.
Under the rain clouds or bright blue skies,
they are visited by insects and butterflies.

Then, all of a sudden one day,
they fold up their petals and the yellow tumbles away.
And instead they now have fluffy tufts delicate and white.
so fragile, lovely and light.

They send flying the fluffy tufts in the wind happily freed,
oh, each one is a new dandelion seed.
Soon they find a place to grow and grow,
sending their roots deep into the soil below.

New buds in no time open to the sky,
and soon we find yellow wildflowers growing high.
Now you can make a yellow bouquet for mommy,
or daddy or even your sweet gran-mommy.

________________________
March 6, 2021

Poetry/Nursery Rhyme/Dandelion
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1334-406-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 03/11/2021

First Place

Mama's Kodak

I hold in my hand Mama's old fold-up Kodak
In its steel-blue case shut with a tiny curved silver latch.
I carefully unlatch it, watch the worn-out flaky bellows
Extend like an unwelcome, nonfunctional ********,
Emitting a strange smell I remember from my childhood
Seventy years ago, when Mama sternly warned,
"Don't let me catch you playing with my camera! "
But I did, every chance I got; it beckoned to me
Like the epitome of enticement, the soft furry succulent
Cactus she warned us kids never to touch.
But I did, once … once, believe me, and never after!
And I said her camera was the only thing I wanted
That belonged to her when she was gone.
The cactus wrinkled and died years ago from lack of care.

My Imagination

I imagine
the earth could be fold up virtually or by other way
So from I stand up here I were able to see the Eiffel Tower in Paris and count its steel structure thoroughly , as if it were really visible in front of me.
I imagine
Hell or heaven enfolded us, not a place which is somewhere in distance
I could smell the fragrance of heaven
I could felt my hand skin on fire in hell
I imagine
Humanity were divinity
We all were family of god in enfolded heaven
No racist
No chauvinist
No terrorist
Just one and only a single heavenly beloved mankind in the universe.

Spring Beckons

Fold up your long sleeves,
shove knee socks drawered,
mothball your thick coats,
and back kick your boots  -
Spring's freedom now sings.

Spring joys beckon
all who lust her.
Her fragrance wafts
for barefoot gaits.

New life peaks
as Spring's prose
touches skin.

Spring mix -
life gifts -

Bliss!





... CayCay
April 5, 2019

Can'T Make You Stalk Me

Turn up the lights
Fold up the bed
Turn up those voices
outside my head
Lay out for me
Feed me with lies
Just hold me up, your patron saint
Do matronize me

'Cause I can't make you stalk me
if you won't
You can't make your mind think something
it don't
Here in my light,
in these early hours
I will pick up my heart
and not feel your power
But I can't, no I won't
'Cause I can't make you stalk me,
when you don't.

I'll freeze my eyes,
then you won't see
The heart you don't feel
when you're not holding me
Evening will come
and you'll do what's wrong
Just give me till then
to give up this song
And you could give up our wrong

'Cause I can't make you love us
if you won't
You can't make your mind feel something
it don't
Here in our light,
in these late hours
I will pick up my heart
and I'll feel our power
But I can't, no I can't
'Cause I can't make you stalk peace,
when you don't.

Broken Glass

As I fold up my hands I see scars of life
A loop hole between fine and wrong
A mirror of tales of life
Written in plain sight engraved and embroiled
Stitch for a stitch life was given
And so with time hope was stolen
Just to surface my thoughts to you am no angel
i am just another broken man 
A dreamer a man with no home
For no matter how much I tried to embrace life
My heart has always felt out of place
I dwell in confusion and mystery trying to crack the code of life

Sofa Bed Saga

Our brand-new sofa bed got stuck.
It wouldn’t open; just our luck.
Our daughter slept upon it twice,
But not last night. Here’s my advice:

If underneath a sheet you use
A mattress pad before you snooze,
Be sure, if on the fold-up kind,
No sheet or pad gets left behind.

We think that pad is somehow caught
Within the springs; we toiled for naught.
Today we’ll ask for an assist;
Our super’s help we will enlist.

A small mistake but we got burned.
Yes, “haste makes waste” – the lesson learned.

The Betrayal

THE BETRAYAL

Both lovers were in Love,
Their love seems to be from above
The relationship that looks so strong,
Looks as if something is getting wrong

The lady was actually the betrayer,
In fact she was indeed a destroyer
After so many calls, there was no amendment,
Cos she never had any commitment

This is a relationship of a year plus,
And she made failed promises about us
So many love poems written about her,
To her she made the relationship over

I thought she was the best,
But now I realize she is a pest
She caused so much pains to the heart,
And made the relationship fold up with her act

The heart eventually get hurt,
I can't even sue her to court
Cos there was no written agreement,
But she was just a disappointment

-Phemy

JUNE, 2017

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