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.
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
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
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
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.
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!
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