Best Lunchbox Poems
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Because She has loved me first
before anybody else
She carried me till the ninth month
so very close to heart
She breathed life into my lungs
Held my hand within her palms
Showed me guidance in every way
Made me who I am today
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Her arms are always open
so I can curl within
For her I'm always special
Without my need to win
Her soul ever a rainbow
in hues of humankind
For She carries no prejudice
amongst the black and white.
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Our days , lunchbox of memories
filled with tender loving care
Past nights, eternal bookmarks
of her fingers playing gently with my hair.
I know one time I'll wake up
in a world of all alone
In the stars I'd have to find her
because mama won't be home.
In my mothers eyes I see my hero
knowing fear is far at bay
In her words I feel protection
In her smile I see my face.
Not for the contest , but for those interested there is a contest about mum by Francine Roberts.
Categories:
lunchbox, mother, prejudice,
Form:
Lyric
You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.
Put your hands in a basin. Want a jar? How about a Mason?
In a jar, you can put jam, but probably not a ham.
Flour you can put into a bowl. Lay flat for biscuits. Roll and roll.
Sugar put into a bowl with flour. Add in things not sour!
Put your trash in a bin. In a glass pour your gin.
Soup or a drink put in a cup. All night in comfort you can sup.
In our sky God put stars. In cartons man put cigars.
In cartons too you can put milk. On your hair put a scarf of silk.
Put good fruit into a pail. In your mailbox stick your mail.
Many things you can put in a box. Things from Amazon, clocks and rocks.
Coins I might put in a pouch; cash in cushions of my couch.
In my bag I put such things as lipstick, cash, strings or rings.
In your lunchbox put a banana. Bikinis, though, put in a cabana!
Santa puts gifts in a sack. Shirts you put both front and back.
Folks put liquids in a jug. Liquids hot go in a mug.
A lot of fluid put in a vat. I don’t think most folks own that.
In a bathtub put your body, using bath salts – not too shoddy.
Put your wool things in a sink. But dry hot not, or it will shrink!
You can put upon a tray things not too big down to lay.
Last, should all a body burn, it’s good to hold it in an urn.
Jan. 24, 2023 for the Lipogram Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
Categories:
lunchbox, humorous,
Form:
Verse
In my mother's eyes
I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Cause she has loved me first
before anybody else
She carried me till the ninth month
so very close to heart
She breathed life into my lungs
held my hand within her palms
showed me guidance in every way
made me who I am today
In my mother's eyes
I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Her arms are always open
so I can curl within
For here I''m always special
without my need to win
Her soul ever a rainbow
in hues of humankind
For she carries no prejudice
amongst coloured and white
In my mother's eyes
I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Our days ,lunchbox of memories
filled with tender loving care
Past nights,eternal bookmarks
of those fingers playing gently with my hair
I know one time I 'd have to wake up
in a world of all alone
In the stars I have to find her
cause mama won`t be home
In my mother's eyes
I see my hero
Knowing fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Categories:
lunchbox, best friend, care, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
LUNCH BOX
The sandwich was probably only two days old
School had let out for Christmas vacation on the 23rd
And now on Christmas Eve Sam had found it -
lunchbox and all - in an alley behind Clarke’s Super
The kid had taken a couple of bites of the apple – now
gone brown- but left the roast beef sandwich whole
“Too damn much mayo!” Sam frowned
“But boy am I hungry!”
Licorice the cat – so named by the neighborhood kids –
was hungry too and let Sam know it with his most
plaintiff cry
Sam was street-wise an old cardboard box dweller who
had tenanted many boxes many alleys in his time
Yet this was no “Hello puss whose puss are you?”
animal summons for attention
The yowl had a bone-rattle desperation Sam hadn’t heard
before
Licorice blended with the night
But stood out even against the gloom
She was pressed against an empty oil barrel back arched
on the tips of her paws so almost skeletal
Sam couldn’t help but sigh
It was Christmas Eve and despite the location – a forlorn
back alley – a string of lights (from somewhere) were
blinking
On
Off
On
Off
On
Off
On
The red-green-gold shown against Licorice’s satin fur
Charmed the (already charmed) night
Charmed Sam the Box Man
“Well I’ll be damned!” he gulped
Then threw half the sandwich to the starving kitty
“Merry Christmas old beggar.” Sam smiled
Categories:
lunchbox, holiday, lovechristmas, old, christmas,
Form:
Narrative
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Cause She has loved me first
before anybody else
She carried me till the ninth month
so deeply close to heart
She breathed life into my lungs
Held my hand within her palms
Showed me guidance in ever way
Made me who I am today
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Those arms are always open
so I can curl within
For her I'm always special
without my need to win
Her soul ever a rainbow
in hues of human kind
For She carries no prejudice
among coloured or white
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I see protection
In her smile I see my face
Our days,lunchbox of memories
filled with tender loving care
Past nights,eternal bookmarks
of her fingers playing gently with my hair
I know one time I'd have to wake up
in a world of all alone
In the stars I'll have to find her
cause mama won't be home
In my mother's eyes I see my hero
I know fear is far at bay
In her eyes I feel protection
In her smile I see my face
Dedicated To My Beloved Mother
Thank you for being a mother,a father
a sister,and even my best friend
Happy Birthday With Love oxoxoxo
(27th September)
Categories:
lunchbox, birthday, mom, prejudice,
Form:
Lyric
At four forty five, which does draw near,
As food and drinks are thrown away,
I'll live to see another day,
In dishes and Tubberware,
I've emptied all my mealtime wares,
left all alone, like a puppy at the pound,
Until morning comes around,
Then I'll go home, and I'll come back,
filled-up with brand new meals and snacks.
Categories:
lunchbox, food,
Form:
Diamante
A lunchbox full of healthy food
Prepared by mom, she made it good
Cold, hard but sometimes delicious
For me who is always precious
When left untouched mom would get mad
Worried for my health to be bad
Told me to bring it back home empty
Mom wants me to be strong and hefty
Categories:
lunchbox, childhood, food, kids, student,
Form:
Rhyme
For your lunchbox or party, to keep hale and hearty
when it came to consumption of bread,
'six slices a day is the well balanced way'
was what the TV adverts had said.
Then the boffins agreed that the brown wholemeal seed
was healthier for us all but
they have now changed their minds and with research they find
that white slices are good for the gut.
Twenty units of beer we could drink without fear
we were told by the powers that be
but Chief medical advisor who's paid to be wiser
says fourteen is better for me.
Since Adam was weeding the garden of Eden
by wheat and by grape we've survived
ignore the statistics, have bread ,beer and biscuits
and just enjoy being alive.
Categories:
lunchbox, food,
Form:
Rhyme
no lunchbox no purse
in passenger seat today
only space for GRACE
Categories:
lunchbox, inspirational
Form:
Haiku
The rooster crows about being the best in the yard.
Bob White shouts his name to the neighbors.
Barks and Yips, Howls and Meows,
Splishes and Splashes and Screams of delight
As the ice cream truck sings its song.
Fireflies flash warning lights as
The bats come swooping in.
And someone is Whipping Poor Will again.
2005 For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Categories:
lunchbox, onomatopoeia, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
We were riding in the car near the Alabama line,
When I saw all over the trees a strange looking vine.
I wondered what it was, I didn’t have a clue.
I asked my mother what it was and she said, “That’s kudzu!”
We stopped at a rest area off I-59
It was surrounded by those kudzu vines.
Mom said to watch my brother Bill.
He was playing around rolling down a hill.
I was only halfway watching, we had just had a fight,
When suddenly my brother disappeared from sight.
I screamed for mom, I didn’t know what to do.
I’d just lost my little brother in the kudzu.
I didn’t go in, the vines were way too thick.
So I just called his name and poked with a stick.
I had almost given up when I heard a whine.
My brother came crawling out and he was just fine.
2005 For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Categories:
lunchbox, brother, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Dr. Seuss
Knew how to choose.
Words that would sing
Like buzz, bang and bing.
For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Categories:
lunchbox, people,
Form:
Clerihew
[5]He sits in a corner
Like a stranger in wander.
He knew it wasn't worth it
Yet asunder became winner,
Now he is a lone ranger
For giving in to the
Home breaker.
Anger, slander, character,
Causing matrimonial
Disaster.
[10]He carried his lunchbox
In order to catch up with
The school bus...,
Pale, pathetic, not to
Miss daddy's absence
Is a paradox,
For he could not understand
Why things are thus.
All he knew is daddy's
Painful absence.
[15]All day long his image crept in,
She tried to let it go but
It remained within.
Her bed seemed bigger
And the time looked slower,
Love missing in action,
For anger, slander, character, causing
Matrimonial disaster.
[20]Silhouette of a broken home,
Love turned sour...
If you think is to garbage
And retire, then you're
A lair and a romantic slacker
For letting the innocent
Child suffer...
Categories:
lunchbox, satire
Form:
Narrative
I wrote my hubby a little note and this is what it said
Be home early tonight, I’ll be waiting in our bed
I put it in his lunchbox and sent him on his way
Hoping he’d be home early so I would get a lay
The day passed by so quickly and I was ready for some action
Put on my favourite negligee to spice up the attraction
But hubby was nowhere to be seen and I was feeling sad
Wondered what had happened – hoped it wasn’t anything bad
Hubby came in at normal time by then I wasn’t in the mood
Didn’t you find my message I shouted I felt like being rude
Message he said what message, and then I explained
He looked at me dolefully his face was looking pained
He’d put his lunchbox in the fridge and left it there till lunch
Grabbed it out the fridge and on sandwiches he did munch
His colleague had an identical one I guess they got wrong box
Hubby said his mate was like a greyhound of the starting blocks
Jan Allison
10th July 2014
Categories:
lunchbox, fantasy, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
My stomach is rumbling it needs feeding
I must have my lunch my stomach is pleading
What have I got in my lunchbox hey?
A sandwich, a banana and crisps today
A wonderful feast awaits me this lunch
When I get home I will just have some brunch
So I will have my lunch now then rest a bit
Then back to work again fighting fit
Do I want a chocolate bar from the shop?
Or an ice cream cornet with a flake on top
I might just settle for a biscuit or two
To dip in my coffee, yes that will do
I might read a book or a mag while I am eating
Or run round the block to get my heart beating
I must go now because its time for my break
If I don’t get it now it will be too late to take
Categories:
lunchbox, funny
Form:
Rhyme