Best Container Poems
February 06, 2007
The Container
Contained around me is a wall you see.
Thick layers of molten and rock are here.
But the wind is what keeps bringing near.
And the Stars keep telling me to be me.
Shining down is a light that just might be.
Followed by decades and decades of year!
And swallowed up by all might for a fear!
Whisked away they were shining as they flee.
The Sun set ever so high.
And the Moon peered out.
You could reach the sky,
And knew what it is all about.
You do know it’s the restrainer?
Collecting contents in the container!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
A plastic container of Ice Cream A Haiku
idyllic ice cream
a frozen strawberry eats
watching the plastic
change it’s color from
white to red strawberry red
ice cream frozen treat
cold enough to break
plastic container freezes
ice cream frozen treat
7/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
And how the wind howled around
the old container,
wheezed through the cracks,
laughed devilishly,
fed demonically on our emaciated
living remnants.
Huddled together, the small flame
of life and heartbeat pulsed
slowly, throbbed lethargic
And how the snow heaped up around
that old container...
Where in icy fear expectations rose
as time passed
When will be next
Who will be chosen
In arms clasped around near frozen
shoulders despair cried out in muffled
sobs
For knowing nothing, nothing would
matter.
And how long would in the creeping cold life
remain in this old container...
***
February 23, 2017
© Darren White
A Container of Life
A vase, once filled with water and a small tree branch, blown by the wind and broken, left little water and a branch yet alive.
02202016 (PS Contest, In One Line ( Monoku #7) by Poet Destroyer A.
Does he even know;
That my heart sings for him even when I'm sleeping;
That every small wound, emotional or physical, hurts me ten-fold;
That I cry inside when he lies and says he's fine;
That with every touch my stomach flutters wild?
Does he even know;
That I stay up late hoping he'll stop texting and call me instead;
That I really do love his friends;
That I try so hard even though I get no where;
That when I say I want to help, I want to be told that I'm needed even if there's nothing I
can do?
Does he even know;
That I love spending time with him;
That that doesn't include his phone or the computer;
That I can never get him off my mind;
That I like doing meaningless things like running errands or cooking lunch with him because
every second counts?
Does he even know;
That every time he leaves, I'm afraid he won't come back because someone stole him from
beneath;
That the drama in his life pains me because there's nothing I can do;
That I wish he's accept my opinions of him because I feel demeaned when he dismisses
them;
That I mean it when I tell him its hard to sleep without him?
Does he even know;
That I hope there is a future;
That I'm not ready to give up;
That I hide all of this in the small heart-shaped container beating in my chest;
That I don't want to lose him because he IS the most important thing to me?
Does he even know;
That when I hold his hand, I feel like I can take on the world;
That when I'm in his arms, I couldn't feel any safer;
That when I lay with him and slowly fall asleep my last thought is how wonderful he is;
That he's so perfect for me and I hope he doesn't mind having a little loser named Shelby?
Containers come with different purposes
as they hold, wage, measure and engage.
From stone walls to fragile shells,
blood vessels to cage to idea.
Containers come with different protections and methods for treasures to unveil.
Each of a different purpose and story to tell.
Holding memories, secrets, or material, spirits- preciousness,
like a ring of a bell, a bluuurpbglllpll-
vomit of a puppet, a ouija for a demon of Hell.
In wooden chests, treasures lie hidden,
till the creak of hinge is bidden.
Whispers of history, stories in books, either Holy, educational, entertaining,
mysterious or forbidden us.
The brain to house memories,
where they belong,
the skull for the brain,
to help keep harm from,
or as a placeholder
for grey matter placebo for some.
The vessel of a porcelain teacup,
holds warmth and comfort, it's mold to stand
and deliver, as your lips gingerly quiver, bracing for
impact, careful it's hot, you lily liver!
Aww yes, sipping nature's elixirs
with each delicate sip,
in its delicacy, (pinky up sophisticately)
we find wisdom's mold to behold, pattern,
symbology, continuity, ingenuity, bounty,
Thrift Store Old Lady looking at you look at her.
antiques like security.
Aaarg matey!
A ship sails the vast, uncharted sea,
bearing straits of discovery, to arrive in one piece and enjoying the ******* luxury.
Contouring the wind's sweet glide.
A private plane, a non fossil fuel of the Elites,
a vessel of travel and privilege,
reaching for the sky, off to Little St. James,
though Hell is a contained container,
and Hell is from here to Eternity.
Continued....
I once saw an image of a large container like the ones at
the docks in my dream
as i wondered what it could mean
a smile soon began to gleam
God was showing me that our situations can not contain us
our circumstances can not contain us
even a large container has a door
there is always a way out
God will guide us through the dark valleys and get us out
the other side
when things are pressing in he will pull us out
nothing above or below nothing can take us from his hand
Jesus came to set the captives free
nothing can contain you
nothing can contain me Amen
Jesus came to set us free Amen
Nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
There was an ample container of orange carrot soup.
Filled to the brim, overflowing onto a warm floor.
It is tasty and delicious, with consistency of goop.
Said the excited Rabbit, who could live here forevermore.
Our mind's a container
and we must do
what we must do
to daily retain 'er !
Copyright McCuen 2008
If I were a container
I would not be a bag or a basket
I would want four corners and a bit of substance
I would be a gift box
placed under a Christmas tree
covered in foiled paper
with a gorgeous red bow
the prettiest box under here
I could be long
I could be short
I could be another line
That didn’t have the time
So all I did was wonder why
You could see me and so I’d feel seen
But I would still look the same
You could know me and so I’d be known
And yet I’d still be what I contain
My heart is open
It holds on to hoping
That you could feel how I feel
Until then my lips will still be sealed
Like a smile
Formed in denial
With no choice, but to wait a while
They filled me full of milk so white
Semi-skinned,fat free and light
The supermarket's, a place real cool
Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool
In and out of the fridge each day
Then,crushed in a recycle box,I lay
To the waste tip that week I went
Off to the plastic factory I soon was sent
Instead of rotting in brown earth
In a green revolution,I have rebirth
They filled me full of milk so white.....
In a mother's arms, a cradle of love,
for a precious child, a
haven so tender, sent from above
as ultimate domicile.
Nurturing souls with a gentle embrace,
smile, this picture is for the family
and it cost 59.99 and a month waiting
to get an appointment at this place!...
a vessel of affection, a sacred smiling grace.
Containers hold life's essencies,
so it surely seems.
But seams are usually best for air
for our beasties, so they can ******* breathe.
For in a containers design,
emotions can even preside,
in the container called magic,
an expression of shadow life.
A placeholder of being, waiting to come alive.
The Ark of the Covenant, in it's presence,
we may
find solace, mystery, promises and peace,
or death from arrogance and disbelief
of God's Sacred things.
In containers of life, where our souls find sanctuary, in containers of people,
animals to stage, upon like obnoxious
monster fairies
we revere her "Gaia" you are a rockstar, rock on
and sorry when I pee in your bushes
during roadtrips and for the swords streams, ...i guess.
that is a given, therefore redundant and unnecessary.
In Mary's womb, we find the greatest gift of all.
(If she would have said no, we would have no redeemer, at ALL).
Mysteries are contained, therein.
God could not contain his love, however,
he had to put his container on another to death,
to conquer, secure for us an Eternal container,
to pay for our sins and defeat the containers of
Hell and Death.
But do try to contain yourself.
For, God has it all contained.
(“Outside Looking In Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
The greatest human quality is discernment,
The discriminating and the separating
Of the grain from the chaff;
The glass is not the wine
The instrument is not the music
The body/mind is not the spirit
The dream is not dreamer
Yet day by day we blur the lines
Grasping and holding
That which is merely useful or pleasurable
But truly fleeting and impermanent
Holding on to what is tangible
While the intangible,
The sublime and divine
Within the merely mundane
Is all that really remains.
(2/3/26)
I am creating my container,
To hold more of what I came for.
Exploring my experience,
I build my existence.
Using resistance,
I remain distant.
Able to contain each instant,
Imprinting memories into time.
I climb up to the top,
Popping the lid.
Skidding to a halt,
Falling back down,
Filling the crown.
Building a sound foundation,
To contain the information,
Needed for transformation.
This container I play in,
Is a vessel for the translation
Of the emanation of light I Am .