Short Bundled Up Poems
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Bundled up package,
Awaiting soils minerals;
Beauty trapped in seeds.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/30/09
Summer
Bare, Bright
Swimming, Hiking, Camping
Sun, Lemonade, Snow, Cocoa
Skiing, Ice-skating, Snuggling
Cold, Bundled-up
Winter
A thick smog, none alike.
Where thoughts dwell
bundled up tight.
An intruding sight
holding its ground.
No longer safe and sound.
Form:
laughter of children
playing in the winter’s snow
seasonal delight,
bundled up in heavy coats
sledding down the steep hillside.
Written December 5, 2022
Bundled up huddled up
and
rosy cheeked
my wooly-capped son and I
listen to the bell-runner's song
beneath a lowering sky
It's freaking cold in outer space, minus 458 degrees
Where does it begin, 62 miles up before hitting deep freeze
Most space is empty
A vacuum quite aery
Mainly hydrogen, helium and some bundled up fleas
Bundled up, looking fit as a snowman
Those brutal cold days late in December
Caroling to buy gifts for my siblings
I wonder, do my siblings remember
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Gelid winter winds
are creating drifts of snow
The perfect time for sledding
Trying to keep warm
I bundled up in woolens
And... played for hours in the cold
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Snowflakes are falling,
white is all around your feet,
diamonds from the sky.
Make a snow angel,
chilly from your head to toe,
a winter imprint.
bundled up so well,
\
head home to have some coco,
winter has arrived.
Fall must be at its cool end
Cause you're bundled up in clothes
I can't help but chuckle
When all I see is your nose
And yet you still shiver
I'll hold you in close
With my arm on your shoulder
I'll give you a dose
Of my heart's true warmth
That'll never be disposed
Form:
.
last evening bundled up
'round mine
it's peacock blue
warm
cotton serape
and your
neath it
tuck'd
ourn twixt
smiling
Its winter time
Everything is frozen with ice
Children are skating on the pond
Their noses are red and so are their faces
Fingers and toes are cold
People are bundled up in hats, scarves, jackets, sweaters and snow pants
But the main thing is that there is a sense of happiness in the air
The snow is falling gentle and fragile
the air is frosty but I am all bundled up
we know how to dress for the cold in Canada
why do the little birds not mind the snow
they chirp a joyful song and move together as one
and on a window ledge pigeons fold their wings
For the winter carnival bundled up,
frozen breath adds to anticipation;
Steaming cappuccino filling my cup,
the vertex of this warm celebration;
Eliminate the need to be grown-up,
tonight enjoy a childhood fixation;
Indulge yourself in a ferris wheel ride,
an event leaving you all but tongue-tied.
two walk hand in hand
down the frozen streets.
couples in their home warmed by fires,
but the two bundled up so close, yet so far, selfishly holding back their warmth.
no room for the energy to pass through gloved hands.
and so they walk, not feeling how their souls ripped apart and the last of their love fading.
Perfect sledding snow fell last night,
Children woke to a ground of white
Mid-March, of course, a novel sight,
Quickly they bundled up real tight
For a fine day of pure delight.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written March 12, 2022
[Quintilla/Monorhyme]
submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 40" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
The first two months we tromp and plod
Or trudge or slog or shuffle
While bundled up, accompanied
By cough or sneeze or snuffle.
But now the calendar has turned
And so our pace increases.
Think Sousa and start moving with
Your ear turned towards his pieces.
In other words, drop all that starch:
Today begins the month of MARCH!
Inside of an eraser
Are thousands of mistakes
All bundled up into one, ginormous pink glob
It sits on desks and waits
For more mistakes
To join the party
Eventually the pink glob
Wears away into tiny bits
And the mistakes go everywhere
Then the cycle starts over again
THe mistakes join together
And a new eraser is formed.
Form:
Yes I am dying
As are we all
While times feet dance
On my beaten bones
And though it is winter
The sun still shines
While the stars flicker silently
In a moonless sky
Bundled up warmly
In my winters best
I sit on my rocker
In the crisp cold air
With a young boys dreams
Of the summers past
And how warm the nights
Had once been
He was waiting for a promised letter from his Auntie Bea.
He bundled up and ran to the mailbox to check and see.
She always included something special for her favorite nephew.
As he ran toward his destination, his excitement grew.
That’s me! That’s me! His brother said, but it was him instead.
He admired the confidence of baby bro, Little Munchkin Ed.
Brisk winter air has settled in
I venture into my back yard
Grab a rake and pile up leaves
To be burned, with disregard
As I set torch to said fallen
I reflect on a job well done
Something assuredly needed
Now who's the responsible one?
Holiday spirit surrounds me
Bundled up in my attire
I feel the warmth, I see the glow
Oh no! My pants are on fire!
fisherman's net in sea water~
collects sea and moon
winter fog blocks the path ~
snail stays bundled up
soft seat by orange flames ~
the first day of winter
dense fog has been jamming the sun ~
blue earth I miss you
winter evening ~
pursuit for an orange fireplace
no more haiku now~
keyboard needs to be charged
28 November 2024
The calendar says April
But it’s winter once again,
Although the bulbs are up and bears
Have likely left the den.
I bundled up to take my walk
With scarf and gloves and hood,
Not attired for the season
As I would have thought I should.
It’s a poke by Mother Nature,
A reminder we should not
Get complacent for what we expect
Might not be what we’ve got.
All bundled up
And locked inside
As fear kicks in
To join the ride
As I'm alone
I curse this dream
It locks me up
Laughs at my screams
I live in fear
And dread the night
When all i see
Black in my sight
In the abyss
Something that's seen
As fear partakes
It glares at me
My life gone mad
When i realized
There is no love
In my lovers eyes
Form:
Those cold days
Of the mid-fall months
Halloween comes
The orange glow of lights
Placed inside Jack-O-Lanterns
Trick or treaters
Bundled up for the night
Desiring candy
Lanterns light up
The streets this night
Giving orange light
There seems to be fear tonight
Where All Hollows Eve presents
Costumes frighten
A great many passersby
Come late October
Russell Sivey