Best Trunk Poems
old trunk in attic
baby shoes, a wedding dress
wrapped in tissue and in tears
time gone forever
no-one remembers it now
memories sold at auction
Categories:
trunk, time,
Form:
Choka
At age ten, I found a trunk in the attic
full of leather-bound books and tied up comics.
Luckily they weren't dusty; I'm asthmatic,
dad scored them cheap base on street economics
but my recall’s somewhat melodramatic.
But for years, leery of Russian atomics
I would hide in the attic; my special place,
and read a book, from Shakespeare to outer space.
(Rispetto)
Feb. 1, 2019
Categories:
trunk, 10th grade, age, books,
Form:
Rispetto
The elephant’s trunk faces the door
Good fortune, good fortune
Ever more
Her beauty is timeless
even with age
and his stately manner
will always engage
Slowly she bends
to move his chair
and straighten his legs
and brush his hair
He coughs with eyes closed
breath ragged and thin
barely audible
asks why him?
She has firm hands
but delicate skin
blue electric eyes
frame bent and thin
The grandfather clock
chimes a new hour
a life time together
unbreakable power
moving as one
through history and today
hardships, success
shared all the way
a nurse and a lawyer
the best educated I know
recite old songs and tales
of adventure and woe
And to the seniors' lunch
they’ll hobble together
while my grandmother
gently hums her wisdom
for grandchildren to remember
"You have to give a little
Take a little
And let your little heart break a little
That’s the glory of
That’s the story of
Love"
And the elephant’s trunk faces the door
Good fortune, good fortune
Ever more
Categories:
trunk, age, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I woke this morn a chilling sweat alarmed
No recollection of the night before
The sheets were drenched and mixed in beading blood
That's when I heard the knocking at the door
I sauntered to the front glint through the drapes
Am startled by a beauty, don't recall
“Not leaving” she says, “open, let me in”
Last night I shared with her what would befall
Some memories coming back I turn the knob
She plants one on my lips, then many more
On sofa out she blurts “Well, is it done ?”
Don't answer her til I remember things
She smiles and says “you did it” views my cuts
The blood that's on my body source unknown
Still no reply from me until I'm clear
She voices “bye, I love you” her bemoan
It's coming back to me “was I set up ?”
Descends compendium of my cars trunk
She must have drugged the brain between my legs
Garage-my car-I'll search I could be sunk
I turn the key to open up the lid
A large dead man is scrunched up in a ball
The sirens getting louder “I've been framed”
I shake my head, about to take the fall
Categories:
trunk, betrayal, body, death, kiss,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I am not that person
I was not that person
I may never be that person
for
that person is me
unfree
hiding inside an old
gutted-out tree
trunk
Categories:
trunk, future, growing up, life,
Form:
Blank verse
tiny acorns grew
shady oaks thick foliage blew....
old trunk split in two
Categories:
trunk, life
Form:
Haiku
Eight boys, toddlers, some on the verge of those teen years
Play together with the trunk as the center
Unfinished
Thoughts still running around/ don't know exactly how this will work out
Categories:
trunk, culture, history,
Form:
The old lady down the street has passed
and left no one they could call around;
except her old cat she called Miss Sass
It will take looking before she's found.
Her friend decided on a yard sale.
Mostly junk will be all we will find:
a worn garden spade and battered pail
remnants of flower beds left behind.
A crocheted doily on arms of chair,
placed in front of an ancient TV.
With Bible on table, she took care
as she read, to have a cup of tea.
They found a small trunk just loosely bound
that contained a locket of fine gold.
and a photo that when it was found,
showed three little girls midst bits of mold.
She had three daughters, she had once said,
but they would not visit anymore.
They must not have cared; can't all be dead!
then they found the trunk's wee secret door.
There, a large diamond ring brightly shone
They decided, as they locked the trunk:
Sell, give money to those all alone.
If her girls call, say it was all junk!
March 5, 2023
for Writing Challenge--J Words
by Constance La France
Categories:
trunk, care, children, fate, old,
Form:
Rhyme
I’d hate to be a pachyderm,
My schnozzle such a wacky worm
That though I willed it slack or firm,
Each sneeze would really pack a squirm!
Categories:
trunk, animal, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
I think I lost it...
Has anyone seen my mind?
Must of wandered off...
I'll check lost and found
The last time I lost my mind
It played hide and seek
I last found my mind
Hold up in an old Junk Trunk
Sorting memories...
A box of clutter
Relics that remain after
We've faded away...
Categories:
trunk, allegory, allusion, analogy, lost,
Form:
Haiku
It stood there, the trunk
oddly on its end;
dust lay testament
to its untouched years
of keeping the past.
The lid, now a door,
which, should it open,
would spill out secrets.
No need to dig deep,
rummage, discover;
stuff would come tumbling;
the unstoppable
detritus of life,
no longer hidden.
Categories:
trunk, age,
Form:
Free verse
There is a loo in south Baku
Where local dogs wait in a queue
They all go Dutch
Yet drink too much
They can’t resist a homemade brew.
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Categories:
trunk, drink,
Form:
Limerick
I try to walk very gently through a field filled with wildflowers
Not crushing them under my feet takes a short walk many hours
On hot days I flap my ears over them to give out a slight breeze
If not for me they would dry up for this field doesn’t have trees
Lots of bees and butterflies continually dance around my head
Getting stung or one flying up my trunk is a thing I daily dread
I am blessed with having such freedom and plenty of space to roam
Concrete floors and iron bars is sadly what some elephants call home
Author Eileen Clark
Categories:
trunk, animal, flower, humorous, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale wind of discord swivel
On the creeks of Dachau, Auschwitz, Treblinka
And other shores of darkness.
Never shall the bloody sky efface again
The innocent faces of seedlings in chains
Suddenly transformed into smoke under a silent sky.
For not four thousand micrographic scrolls
Of antique Pharaoh, hieroglyphics could symbolize
The petrifying carrions glutted by black vultures.
Two rivers parted by mountainous fiend
In no time of twilight
Laid eyes into the seas.
Two branches glued to tree trunks
Would in a bit of an eyelid
See those white balloons.
The mockingbird is set among the pigeons
And doors of golden rainbows
Crept in the fog.
Everywhere, the white dove’s skull
Is at the bottom of the picture
While the frogs and wasps play their lyres.
But, the wild hyacinths grew among Linden
The lion; among hummingbirds
With every twist, Lynx's eyes.
Categories:
trunk, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
In Argentina, Mara
Lived a sad and lonely life,
Crowded with unfriendly roommates,
Twenty years of constant strife.
She’s an elephant from Asia
Who was stuck inside a zoo
But the powers-that-be decided
There was something they could do.
So they took her on a road trip,
Days and many miles away,
To a sanctuary in Brazil
Where she could safely stay.
Now she’s found a friend in Rana
And they’ve formed a touching bond.
It’s a tale like Cinderella,
Altered by a magic wand.
In the midst of a pandemic
It’s uplifting just to hear
Of the type of happy ending
That I feared would disappear.
Categories:
trunk, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme