Short Parcels Poems
Short Parcels Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Parcels by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Parcels by length and keyword.
Beanie
When you see a
cracked AD on
your letters or
on small parcels with no
address that’s my
beanie who did it.
Baby bakers with smoked trout
apple pig blankets
Parma ham goats cheese parcels
with falafel bites
Waldorf salad dip
And a Bucks
Fizz!
In England it is almost twelve o'clock
I just saw Santa Claus in his red smock
He left parcels galore
Outside of my front door
Asked him in, but he said his lips were sore.
Short Trip
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
His body got ahead of his feet.
The ground and his head did meet.
It raised a huge bump,
His parcels he did drop,
This act he hoped he’d not repeat!
Gifts arrive with yuletide
Lights wrap warmth in winter
Snow softens every corner
Trees cradle patient parcels
Candles hold quiet prayers
Gifts speak love without words
Sharing becomes celebration
Hearts rise through giving
All gifts echo grace
Here's a tale of the future, it's
Big, things from small parcels, bits
called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with Nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's
Our future ahead, Nano bits!
Presents
Precious gifts a packing,
Pretty christmas wrapping,
Parents busy stacking,
Presents piled by the tree.
Parcels for family,
Placed with love carefully.
Putting one just for me!
11/12/16
For Christmas Pleiades Contest
By Andrea Dietrich
We’re All Parcels
Everyone is a precious parcel perfectly wrapped
There’s something hidden below the layers
Inside us all a gift that’s trapped.
Will your present for the world stay hidden?
Or will you accidentally discover it and let it out?
Look inside your heart and set it free.
David Cox 4th June 2021
Spendthrift...Skinflint
spendthrift
extravagant, wasteful
buying, shopping, squandering
presents, parcels, deposits, interest,
counting, banking, hoarding
tightfisted, miserly
skinflint
Great heights, great slopes
Uneven seems the road
Nothing can be seen beyond a point
What exists there?
Is it a beginning?
Or an end?
Of happiness or sorrow?
Success or failure?
Will it be a rum mystery?
Or the trodden steps of the marked destiny?
Hopes and despair
Turns and twists
All exist in the patterned parcels of life
And he has to delve out
The simple ways of happiness
In life.
We’re watching Saturday
Morning cookery
On TV; wide-eyed
Amateurs impressing
Mock-military judges
With parcels and fools
And baskets and coulis
And ganaches and jus.
My wife likes a recipe
And asks me to record
It for posterity and for dinner.
But I couldn’t care less
About eggs julienne
Because it’s coming up
To half past ten
And my head is screaming
“Run for the muffin!
Run for the muffin!”
Thin black man
Yiou touched my heart,delivering my parcels
Thin black man from Trinidad
Not smug and conceited in a grey suit
Still polite because your ancestors were slaves
Who could be kicked or even killed
Yet in you it seems a virtue
Creating space for grace
Or for evil.
I’d like to hold your arm and talk
But you’re running off
More deliveries
Good you have a job
Hope all goes well for you
Smiling face like God on day release
Cheer compels choice
Play parcels poise
Vouch vacuum voice
Sit simply still
Welcome wise will
Notice nice nil
Dream dance drills dose
Clever charms close
Play picture pose
Freeze-frame fluid feel
Dance dizzy deals
Hidden hope heals
Live love lively
Bear boom brightly
Trace touch tightly
Frame focus fine
Niche nurtures nine
See sacred signs
Mystic minds meet
Glory grace greets
Sweet-sour streets
Leon Enriquez
25 June 2014
Singapore
Amazon's delivery prime
Anything to anywhere your choice
Key to success always on time
FedEx an international voice
Been around for many a year
Reputation of being Rolls-Royce
D H L delivers far and near
Commercial opportunity founders sussed
Parcels will arrive have no fear
United Parcel Service a must
Another outfit comes into play
U P S organisations trust
Millions of parcels worldwide every day
Delivery logistics work come what may
Who is my neighbour after all?
The one who shares the boundary wall,
who lets his cat crap on my grass
and parks so badly I can’t pass.
Whose curtains twitch from morn till night
in making sure that we’re all right.
Puts out my bins when I’m away,
collects my parcels every day.
Good times or bad, through straights and bends;
my neighbours are my closest friends.
written and posted on 9/12/15
by Bill Lindsay
TRASHED #2
Sponsor : Broken Wings
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Do not send parcels to... Parcels Island.
They will be sent right back.
No one's there, 'cept a man and his dog,
And they live in a shack.
Do not send money to... Money Island.
It will be sent right back.
No one's there 'cept a baby in a cradle.
She's missing mum so black.
Do not send love to... The Love Island,
But keep the whole lot to yourself.
Then you won't cry when you're not a bride
And left there on the shelf.
7/12/2016