Wraps Poems - Poems about Wraps

I blame it for the pain As i try and understand its secrets As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me Its supposed to protect the me from the world But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it im supposed to take care of it keep it smooth perfect for the picture but i am...

Continue reading...

So tired of the TV talking heads twisting every word that's said much of it scripted and has to be read they don't even have a vested interest only putting their mouth where the money is at best my advice to them... 'If you have nothing useful to add, Mum's the word don't drive us mad, keep it under wraps stow it under your hat, put a lid...

Continue reading...

In the silence that wraps around me like a mantle of silver mist, I step lightly, Without the need to prove anything to anyone, without the desire to seek validation, In that sacred space of the soul where the echoes of the world dissolve into silence, A place where my story no longer needs to be told, nor...

Continue reading...

You can get used to a feeling as if it were an invisible cloak that gently wraps around you, So much so that you forget when it dresses you or when it disappears in the morning silence, You sink so deeply into the habit of feeling bad that you no longer recognize the light, You don't realize that...

Continue reading...

Sometime before I was not mature enough to notice, she began to dissolve. Husband dead, son revolving around one woman after another, moving away from her fading presence. Aware only of the ebb, and flow of her care or interest, Distance surfacing in her eyes. How her housecoat insulated her from what she once loved. When she looked at me it was through a tunnel she...

Continue reading...

When love wraps around you like a rain of falling stars, The world melts into a story of liquid amber, That gaze, a window to unseen infinities, Where I become the shadow dancing on the edge of time. The thorns, crystal spiders, weave the silk of an embrace, The fire...

Continue reading...

Kimo, haiku, couplet Expectations Under Wraps on Christmas Eve wild hammering and disciplined screwing of elves in Santa’s workshop - will toys be fiddled with… an exotic sleigh and a ho ho ho drives hard through the dark of night unlike the North Pole the blinking lights sleep as Santa rides down in chimney sweep ...

Continue reading...

In the shade, I shrivel in flowering cactus crafting sloppy verse below the scraggly exhausted moon warm reverberations of love originating in the Jade Garden nerves jangling in my true being the magnificent encounter of how to melt this iron reluctance dreams can feel most real than actual life every day as I unseal my eyes. Written: May 12, 2023...

Continue reading...

The waiter: short, surly and brusque; in the air, hung a slight scent of musk. Natasha’s Cantina: with Masa Harina, crime’s perfection, wrapped in a cornhusk. ---------- I promise I won't do another tamale ...

Continue reading...

Out on the porch as fall's coolness Wraps its cloak around me The sun's angular rising light Reveals dust floating free The potted Hibiscus' one blossom Enjoys sun's soft light rays Unbeknown that frosty air Will soon come into play As the sun climbs higher adding Warmth to these old stiff joints And the roosters begin crowing Offering their encouraging point There is a stillness...

Continue reading...

The adorn summer sky emanated a luminous of gold as she works unyielding at the edge of the chasm, till the middle of the night under the opulence of the moon's brilliant dance as it glances at her alone in the quiet silence; beauty to behold. Small swath of field, calm sea; exult in its...

Continue reading...

Crutches, walkers, knee wraps, ankle wraps, wheelchairs, hot and icy. Yes, I do have all of these things, ice bags too, and I am not afraid to use them. I have arthritis in my feet. It is crazy how awful it can be to take a step sometimes and know You cannot take another one. You...

Continue reading...

GOD has made us with the same soil. Some born as poor some enrich with gold foil. No big house No luxury was on my cards of life. You the rich decorate your doorsteps with Black money lights. You wake up and touch the smooth carpet threads. Am the poor struggles for every...

Continue reading...

A fat grassland is neither a wasteland nor a heather mountain. It is wise to twirl a large ink dotted feather flock to the sky uniformed but not adhering to dress codes of societal norm. When norms are very nautical nowadays and can disappear and disparate under a cotton candy dream boat on a cruise...

Continue reading...

Darkness Wraps My Pain I was born to this flesh A slayer in pain No regret, no remorse Gold and pleasure my gain I never wanted love Nor did I want joy I found death a trip Where I once was open Now I hide in darkness A slayer of souls Seeker of agony on all Ageless shadows grace My...

Continue reading...