Wrapping Poems - Poems about Wrapping

When it comes to wrapping presents, I am really not that good. The edges aren’t neat and don’t Lie flat the way they should. The paper that I use, though, Is quite festive, to distract From all the perfect extras That my presentation lacked. And if I have a lot to wrap, My efforts just get worse, Though fortunately, the receivers Cannot hear me curse. It really...

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Lisa and I wrap and rap for Christmas. Can you imagine the two of us doing that? We’ve got Christmas playlists going Christmas scented candles glowing, and milky hot-chocolate flowing. “Stir the marshmallows with the candy canes,” Lisa says, like that’s something she has to explain. We’re humming, singing and laughing, and dancing because we’re happy. We’re dashing to finish our wrapping, we can’t have...

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Inscribed still stone unholds, supine spirit enfolds bemoaned psyche enwrapped, entranced soul strings unsnapped....

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A foot large package mailed From a dear friend to me For my birthday on October. I observe and deal with: Why this freaky gift-wrapped In the local newspaper? The small card inside: “Happy Birthday!” And a well-known signature. Wow! I’m totally screw up. Misinterpreted! Misconceived! The outside of an object, The beauty of packaging, The clothing of people. Why shouldn’t I focus...

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This was Elise’s first wrapping job. She did not want to hurry. This was for her grandma. One of her favorite people. Daddy asked, “are we almost finished here?” “She’s doing a great job,” Mommy said. Daddy sat down to watch, enthralled. He had never wrapped a Christmas present. Maybe one day you can teach me, he said. His daughter thought that he was...

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We wrap up September, All tied with a chill, And wait for October, With baskets to fill Of apples and pumpkins And bright orange leaves, Plus all those aromas Each person perceives. The calendar waits For the page to get turned As we welcome the weather, From summer, we’ve earned....

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Saint Monica's Mission Tots rushing and jostling, reaching for gifts Three hundred and two presents we did carry We drove to the shore, used pallet jack lifts Children gathered about cheerful and merry Everywhere bows, ribbons, bright wrapping paper! Sandcastles decked with candy cane ornaments Boys and girls enjoying this wild zany caper Eggnog, carols, and the smell of peppermints A dapper...

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I want to say I’m sorry - your present looks like that. It wasn’t kicked by UPS or pummeled with a bat The master wrappers I prefer, simply aren’t around A slow economy got them or the covid cut them down. My boys at Neiman Marcus, I miss those guys so much and the girls Bergdorf Goodman had such a...

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With a prayer, you came first Leading into the promise Like a poem of proud insights Powerful and pure And, as in grape, in the middle Of something alive Dancing like poetry and prose Two of you who know Past, present and the potential To elope, in the center Prompted by a pop at both ends Where rap left you lastly Feeling like you were strapped To...

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Wrapping Paper Every color I have bought, red, green and gold. There is blue like the heavens, white like pure snow, they both glitter and shine. I have saved and resaved them, year after year. Time after time. I have no money for gifts. But I will wrap… wishes for fishes, songs for the lost. cookies baked, still...

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To wrap Christmas gifts Is not so easy to do When the dog is near As soon it is wrapped It is pawed openedhe She is told to stop Barking is heard loudly She does this to open gifts The more gifts wrapped- She will paw open Whether it is her's or not The dog does this every year...

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wrapping up the final chapter facing our mortality posted on September 30, 2018...

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WRAPPING IT IN PURPLE -For Prince Black onyx handsome, Small is beautiful, Soft campy creature, Definite in feature, All chiseled, boned, Talents honed, And used for a king's ransom. A royal purple mist, Rained down on fans. A thousand in the cast, (He's never going to last). Sing, Hip hop, do yer dance, It's really yer last chance; And maybe you'll be...

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My husband doesn’t get the point Of wrapping up a gift. His reasons aren’t mainly ones That have to do with thrift. He thinks it’s just a bother. First, the paper must be bought; Then measured, cut and folded if A winning outcome’s sought. It’s time consuming and, of course, It doesn’t last too long, For daintily removing wrapping paper Just seems wrong. Yet the wrapping on...

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something tells me I have to leave this place unremembered the wind smells foul the grass has changed color the shrine is now a Clubhouse and the Diviner has lost his memory where do you find blessing when everything stands still where do you find blessing when the trees are dead and beneath them are decaying bones of passersby whom do you call...

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