Woollen Poems | Examples

Dears and Darlings

Trees of powder,
Delicate and firm.
They conceal my feathers of frost.
I perch myself by all that glitters
All that warms, and all that flickers.
I perch myself by candlelight
Snug in my nest of yarn.

My dearest deer is lost today.
The other starlings fly away.
Drifting off, a state of slumber
Filling me with fear, but wonder.
My nest of yarn, it cradles me
Despondent, I've become.
My woollen retreat, it comforts me
But chilled air bites my bones.

Beyond me waltzing are deer and starlings.
The others, romancing, like dears and darlings.
These shards of ice are carving, carving
And I know I should be out there, dancing, bombarding.
Glaciers, ponds, shining, sparkling
So stunning, so sinister for one who's so wanting
But no. Instead, in my head, I've been trying
To rid my thoughts of these paths I'm embarking.

I wished to be there, filled by warmth and by sympathy,
And in return, I was gifted immunity.
So instead, I laid here. I filled up with wonder
Drifting, and lulling a state of slumber,
Despondent and desperate, melting candlelight;
Found dead when my deer galloped into my sight.

Merry Winter

You can tell it's finally winter,
the glaze of icy glitter
Darker mornings, sun late dawning
Freezing cold and bitter

Woollen hats, chunky scarfs
slippery and sliding paths
children's runny noses
Red lips and looking chapped

A festive time
Happy elves and Santa's sack
He sees if you've been good or bad
I know that for a fact

Christmas crackers, candy canes
Songs are played and party games
winter is for all to enjoy
No matter what your age

A special season, I love so much and that will never change

THREE MINUTES TO DONE

THREE MINUTES TO DONE

Do I first bring water to boiling point
To time the egg from that moment on
Or from cold, to then be soft not hard
That one might be tempted to discard
But plonked in a cup, the magic’s gone
And then with a woollen cap to anoint

Not poached nor coddled, just boiled
A simple egg, with soldiers for dipping
And on the shell, one may draw a face
Then beheaded, incurring no disgrace
A clean knife cut, without any slipping
But brutally smashed, it’s easily spoiled

A delicate teaspoon must be provided
To dig into the white but after the yolk
A touch of salt and that’s quite enough
Leaving it smooth inside, never rough
It is a simple breakfast for simple folk
Three minutes is perfect, once decided

May Be From Outer Space

 Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed

Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink

Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
How about a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion

Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
What about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
How about a horse asleep on a chair

You may think I've been smoking some funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't see
Think I might be from outer space

Winter

Winter is when snowflakes are falling
Winter is when snowstorms come calling

Winter is when the world becomes white
Winter is warm fireplaces at night

Winter is snowangels and snowmen
Winter can turn us into slow men

Winter's a cup of hot chocolate
And a lot of within-the-house-dates

Winter is life inside a snow globe
Sweaters and mittens and woollen robes

Winter is when nature hibernates
Cardinals sing and we buy ice skates

In winter, the heat's never enough
But we need winter to make us tough.

Winter Magic

My daughters rushed into our bedroom and jumped onto our bed
Shouting "Dad get up it's snowing, please get out our sled"
I came to and rose from my bed and then I looked outside
And to be perfectly honest, I'd rather have sat by the fireside.

Well kids rule, and I had to venture out and get out their sled
But I was a bit miffed that my wife, had decided to stay in bed
We all dressed up with thick woollen layers from head to toe
And then we ventured out into a winter wonderland of snow.

It was like a scene from a Christmas card, but with real snow
We all climbed onto the sled and down the steep hill we did go
My daughters were loving it and were all shouting with glee
And I thought nothing like snow to bring out the kid in me.


Written on 14th January 2024

The Woollen Blanket

Though the monsoon isn’t as cool as in the past,
                           they snuggle under the blanket. 
This rarely used heirloom provides them 
                          with an ethereal warmth.
The love-light illuminates their woollen chat room.

       Every morning, 
he goes to the north,
and she to the south. 
They rust in work and worries. 

Now they knowingly forget their duties,
   don’t rack their brains with tomorrow.

They pray the rain to be steady,
                      the air polar-cold.
She entwines his bole and branches.
He plucks the red strawberries on the blanket. 
Bites. 
Juice oozing out is an elixir.

                                                                       Thus, 
they pick a precious day from the carousel of time.



First published in The Literary Hatchet

Winter Keeps Springing Up

Daffodils blooming,
Robins tweeting in trees,
Pollen is looming,
Sky falling like seas.

Atlanta’s warming -
Bless it’s peachy heart.
Isn’t it charming,
The chill will not part.

Can’t put my clothes away.
Winter keeps springing up.
My woollen socks sashay.
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”

Kids hop, skip and jump,
The joy of April,
Let go of the slump -
Could be they’re grateful…

Tender leaves unfold,
Sun is inviting,
But on the threshold,
The cold’s still biting.

Can’t put my clothes away
Winter keeps springing up
My woollen socks sashay
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”

4/8/2023

Not Hand In Glove

I love Mittens; they're so warm and cosy.
When harsh winds blow, that makes cheeks rosy
Thick woollen mittens do the trick
These are the hand warmers my hands pick.

Just slip your hand inside the mitt
The opening is like a slit
With a thumb at the side
Which your thumb will comfortably slide.

Mittens are so easy to wear
No way fussy gloves can compare,
Fingers can freely wiggle,
In mittens, you do not have to jiggle

Your fingers, one by one,
Like some,
Who's hands prefer gloves.

My hands like to feel free,
Gloves are too restricting for me,
It takes time to take them off
Gloves are worn mainly by toffs.

Hands of toffs are not smitten
Wearing casual, cosy mittens,
We use our hands every day
So they're entitled to have their say,

Mittens, Mittens, every time
Hands think mittens are divine,
Casual, warm, and so cosy,
When harsh winds blow, that makes
Cheeks rosy




31.12.2022

Might Be From Outer Space

Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed

Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink

Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
And a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion

Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
Or how about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
Or a horse fast asleep on a chair

You may think I've been smoking funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't
Think I might be from outer space

Footwear and a Mendicant

Footwear and a mendicant
After going to several shoe shops, I found shoes that fitted me
happy, I walked along and saw a woman sitting on the pavement
begging, she looked old for her age severely marked by poverty.
I stopped and looked for change; I didn’t have any, the woman 
waited, what to do now?
I could not walk past, like not noticed this wretched soul
I gave her a note of ten euros and cursed myself, but it triggered
a memory from my childhood.
Mother had gone into a shop she had stamps to buy woollen socks
nylon socks were for the rich; a lady walked past, saw my holed
tennis shoes my brother had outgrown.
She went into a shoe shop, came out with a pair of black shoes
gave them to me, they fitted perfectly; I couldn’t wait
showing them to the children on our road.
Mother came out in her hands had the woolly socks, 
I showed mother my shiny shoes; take them off, she said and 
put the tennis shoes on the new shoes are for Sundays only.

The Robin That Could Not Fly

Red breasted, slightly dismal.
Chirping softly beneath the old oak tree.
Worried I approached slowly but
It showed agitation as if afraid of me.

I saw a hawk hovering above.
Bet it thought it was her day
To get a free meal but
Not if I could help it, it was not her prey

I found a stone and aimed high.
Bulls eye, the hawk flew far away in fear.
Slowly I approached and gathered
The poor bird kindly in a clean woollen wear.

My house was not far from the oak
I luckily found help near by
A wild life rehabilitator
Who knew what to do.  Never say die.

Days passed and suddenly
A robin flew up on my window sill.
Was it the bird I had saved?
I dream it was, for that’s why dreams are a thrill.

Might Be From Outer Space

MIGHT BE FROM OUTER SPACE

Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed

Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink

Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
How about a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion

Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
Or how about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
Or a horse fast asleep on a chair

You may think I've been smoking some funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't see
Think I might be from outer space

Starry Love

Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite sea
Drifting straight into eternal oblivion.
Yet time can ne'er erase all memories,
And special ones will always linger 
In the obscure corridors of my mind.
Hence I can never forget my dear,
The night that we first met.
Were not that night the stars conspiring
To throw a luminous light on our love?
Did not the twinkling stars shoot out their ways
In the clear expanse of nightly sky?
 
There under a lonely carob tree,
Where dry old leaves crackled
Under our woollen spreads,
You smiled graciously at me
And suddenly I knew
How eager was I for a love so true.
 
We were like two of those gems above,
Shooting their way across the skies.
And fate decreed that those two stars should meet
In an astral collision and fuse into a lasting blast.
Light sparkled above sublimely
An ethereal fireworks display,
That lasted  for one long memorable moment,
But the light in our love will last 
Until the end of our days.

Results Day

Swaddled in a grey woollen scarf
Soft rain falling gently on your face. 
Crows CACKLING in the trees overhead
Tipping leaves, laden with droplets,
DRIPPING  like heavy tears,
SMACKING the concrete path below.

You sigh as you draw close to me
FLICK your cigarette, take a draw. 
Hands trembling, you open the car door
The CLUNK of metal breaks the hush. 

A train RUMBLES in the distance. 
The scent of your chanel perfume 
OOZES into the frost chilled car. 
Outside a gaggle of nurses
CHATTER  and FIZZ after work. 

I turn to you and MURMER ,
Fumbling for words like a fool, 
You WHISPER clasping your hand round mine,
 “ I’ll be alright  - the tumours benign.”

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