Best Boxed Poems
Boxed Life
She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close
looming
A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
obsessed
frantic
impossible to reject
she lives
twisted
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight
An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face
Categories:
boxed, daughter, death, fear, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Riding the rail cargo
blue sky's virgin eyes
suddenly a ride on the wild side.
Consumed like a passionate love affair
first sneaking around then a box unbarred.
There were several more boxes growing inside
tranquil the rush rolled up on the cool side.
Should I count the length of time?
Should I not forget the first box I tried?
I visited Salem, Newport how cool the breeze.
Marlboro & Winston wasn't for me
another box opened to my foolish feed.
it was Kool for awhile till my mind seemed to freeze.
So many boxes, many more did I breathe.
Next a very slim box, but a journey long
enjoying a mellow, vivacious breeze
in the Virginia mountains high
air so soft admiring a beautiful sky.
After a short while it was time to move on
just like the Old West Maverick was born.
Shoot-in toot-in smoke so thick
general warning the surgeon's threat.
A life of boxes adorned the family tree
It was the 2017 box that finally set me free.
No longer boxed in, living life tobacco free.
Quit smoking January 2018
Categories:
boxed, addiction, celebration, encouraging, freedom,
Form:
Prose
Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache
that Soup relationships are both close and remote?
I have missed your small-boxed faces,
your writes and presence on my pages.
I wonder if other soup pals also ponder
the restrictions our bonds form under.
I recall the joys of our hellos and ‘getting to knows’
But ‘byes and why-gone words’ are silent blows.
It must be a new age emotional feeling
the internet brought into being
so people everywhere could connect.
Dog-gone-it, doesn’t connect
sound inept?
Categories:
boxed, absence, angst, change, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
For years, perhaps a decade,
the silver box had lain within a wooden
shell, a box within a box,
a larger casket quieting
memories too painful to revisit;
yet, too precious to throw away.
The bedroom held much more
within four walls, another sheltering box,
another type of tomb.
The box had sat unopened for so very long,
each memory waiting deep within a gloom.
Bedded in a bower of crocheted lace,
it lay, embraced beside a picture frame
of he and she.
A lifted lid, an open box, a silver casket
removed, it’s open now, jewels spill forth,
his gifts to her.
Jade for luck, gold for her ears,
bits of cinnabar blood-red, fans of scented
sandalwood and combs of tortoise
for her hair, emerge.
A decade now locked out of sight,
a box within a box, boxed in—
is what she was—
Time to let go, she thinks,
but, then again, she smiles;
closing the lid of silver bright,
she’ll keep this yet awhile.
Published by Autumn Sound 2013
Categories:
boxed, absence, beauty, love,
Form:
Free verse
I've secured my box of empty thought,
concealed it auspiciously below,
so I may attain what I have sought;
there beneath paint and attire bought;
in an impervious frigid floe,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
I dare not oppose this ailment caught;
these unsure stitches I'll again sew,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it's done, I've shaped to what's been taught;
emptiness ensues, because, now know,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
Truth be divulged, I have never fought,
or attempted to expel my foe,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it still creeps forth, held breath, most hot,
taunting and slipping further, but - no!
I've secured my box of empty thought
so I may attain what I have sought.
Categories:
boxed, angstmay,
Form:
Villanelle
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it." Vincent Van Gogh
They tell you ‘Think outside the box’
So, ponder well, pull up your socks
Avoid the danger of clichés,
Don’t overdress with mayonnaise
Explore what lies beyond the rules
Create your own poetic tools
Delve in each corner of the mind
Where inspiration you will find.
Illumination ~ thump of fist:
That’s it! Eureka! What a twist!
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Buzzwords Poetry Contest
Hosted by Kim Rodrigues
Placed 2nd
© 18th January, 2022
Categories:
boxed, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
BOXED LIDS © Haiku +
fear
Don’t enclose me in
Boxes come with four walls sealed
Seals me inside out!
fear
BOXED IN! © HAIKU +
A well fitted ‘box’ closets in
When the lid clamps shut
Capturing me in darkness!
Categories:
boxed, fear,
Form:
Haiku
No Boxed Gifts
By Elton Camp
Anytime some wedding is in the offing,
Up with a gift you better be coughing
To say a gift’s expected is terribly crass
It shows the person inviting is low class
But apparently there is just no end to gall
For brides trying to get the preferred haul
At times, down at the bottom of the RSVP,
“No boxed gifts” is put there for you to see
What this actually means is clear enough
We want cash and not some crummy stuff
But when an invitation for this does call,
I intend to take it to mean, “No gift at all”
Categories:
boxed, wedding
Form:
Rhyme
Boobs
Bounded
Boxed batting
Bouncing buckets
Bra
3/15/19
Categories:
boxed, body, for her, humor,
Form:
Lanterne
Boxed in a schizophrenic world
of bipolar attitude, drives
the swing-set up and down
sunny, rainy, switch, repeat
lights on
lights off
tall, small, skinny, fat
ever changing,
Ever Moving
Evolution on the rise
Darwin's birthday today
Darwin laughing in his box
Did he get it right?
hard to tell
on thing is for certain
things are for sure
changing
Categories:
boxed, life
Form:
Free verse
TRAPPED IN A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NO WAY OUT TIME STANDS STILL AS EVERYONE MOVES WITHIN ME.
ANGRY LURES ALL AROUND ME TO WHERE MY VOICE IS UNHEARD.
THERE IS NO OUTLET TO MY MISERY I AM SUFFOCATING ON THE INSIDE.
THE END OF THE TUNNEL DOESN'T SEEM TO BE ANYWHERE CLOSE.
I CANNOT SCREAM I CANNOT CRY I CANNOT SHOUT I HAVE TO STAY SILENT.
THE LITTLE GIRL ON THE INSIDE IS HURTING AND HAS RESIDED WITHIN MY SOUL.
THE TRUTH SPITS FIRE UNTO ME IT BURNS ME IT SCOLDED ME.
IT SUPPOSED TO HELP ME TO GROW TO PROSPER AND TO YIELD.
HAVE I ALLOWED MYSELF TO BE CONSUMED BY ALL THE UGLINESS OF THE WORLD.
I HAVE TO COME OUT OF THIS BOX I NEED TO BE SET FREE I NEED TO WALK IN THE LIGHT THAT IS SHINING.
NO PITY HAS COME MY WAY I MUST BE TRUTHFUL WITH MYSELF.
I CANNOT KEEP RUNNING FROM LIFE I CANNOT KEEP RUNNING FROM REALITY.
I MUST STAND IN THE TRUTH THAT IS SURROUNDING ME INSTEAD OF DODGING.
I HAVE TO FACE THINGS THAT IS AROUND ME.
Categories:
boxed, anger, deep,
Form:
Concrete
*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay.
Boxed Souper
"I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet.
Still...
There have been a few too many,
I take into account,
those flatteries, good and plenty,
...that spurt, I do not doubt.
Cause and effect make the river stream flow,
Upward or downward and what beats the path,
Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo.
High profilers entertain muffled wrath,
Fewer chips on the table, losers throw,
All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath.
No contrast chancing with a quill,
few dotes, and left comments.
Nominal spew mandated nil,
hail those righteous contents.
...still!
2023 January 07
RZ & HMS.
Categories:
boxed, imagery, introspection,
Form:
Quatorzain
Boxed determinations
Fermenting on the shelf on inaction
Restrained trails of thought
Chained to a monument of stereotypes
Boxed in a steel cage
Never to emerge
Supreme
In my prime
Boxed in concrete walls
Of fragile ego collapse
Scared of their thoughts and their words,
‘You can’t do that; you can’t say that!’
‘I know what you’re thinking...don’t!’
The many windows penetrate too deep
I plug the chimney
Preferring to be boxed in indifferent
Inviting only the company of emptiness
Still it violates my privacy
The soul seekers,
Their blinding glances
Cancerous to my pale skin
My shadow keeps me company
I watch it conduct like a ballerina
Mingling freely with all that I fear to touch
Launching, occasionally escaping the box
As it shifts and grows
Minute by hour by day
And die with me by night
The black cat offered milk
The sudden squeak
The chime of the clock
The knock
I imagined
For no one ever comes
I decorate my box
To reflect my depravity
The pounding of my heart
losing trust in this trap
Thrusting and pumping to escape
What I feel is rage
The insecurity on my box
The dripping in the sink
I feel like I’m being hunted
Why am I cowering,
Am I the prey?
I pray
To think further than these four walls
For the strength to breakdown these barriers
For the wisdom to destroy it brick by brick
You've been lying to me all along
You're not all that I know, all there is
I reach for the box
And it crumbles to the ground
In my will to change
In my determination for a life
Outside the box
Categories:
boxed, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Boxed In
An unassuming, stone cold Ossuary !
In this place, the bones of my Soul lay .
Them - my spirit will carry
into a void, a black hole - to stay
for all of enternity -
that seems to be - fate for me
a repository
where one may find the story
of all -
who, with loves lost - suffer - no glory
as we await the call .
B. J. "A" 2
February 21st 2012
Categories:
boxed, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
boxed up chocolate sweet and sad
ready to be sniffed and pinched, it’s bad
in the lovely shape of a heart, heartless
and ravishing, ruby red incalculable —
ashes do not lust nor hunger
nor does the adjoining sweet-
heart wish to taste another delicious morsel
instead
plops olives into his nightcap
in the early morning hours
of deeply departed reticence
he remembers hugging
his heart pillow
readying himself
for their precious years
as she rolled up his
compression socks
he held her heart
until it stopped
2/12/2022
Categories:
boxed, grief, sad, valentines day,
Form:
Free verse