Boxes Poems

Boxes

I refuse to fit into
The boxes they made for me

Days will pass
Over millions of minutes, and
Every time you look
Somewhere out there, 
New boxes are made for
The ones who don’t understand.

Maybe I’m wrong, but
All these boxes are imaginary.
They define everything about
The boxes they put you in.
Every box holds expectations, and
Right inside them is where they say

BOXES

There they sit
Unmoved, stilled
Yet fully filled
With recorded words
A journey of sorrow, grief
Great loss...my proverbial cross
Proof that I was me

I can't bear to open
The plastic lid
Peer inside the ocean
Where all the fish are the same
Swimming in a nice, neat row
Declaring, "She made it!
She's finally WHOLE!"

....WHOLE, with nowhere to go...and no one to be

Written by Trudy Schrader

Solitude Sea

A feather floating away from your brain.
As he is whispering your name.
Pushing all your feelings away from me.
Landed on a box, In a solitude
Sea
 People scooping up things they don't need.
Whining, that their boxes never ring.
Missing package that should fill a void? 
No one's coming 
looking for me
With no life ring
 in a solitude breeze

Boxes

Toxic notions, mixing up potions
Bubble and boil, cauldrons toil.

The words evade me, 
They could've made me - by now - but somehow,
I forget what the words were
I forgot I could speak, I became so weak, inside
I was dying, I couldn't stop from crying, 
I wanted to run and hide.

Perfection is just a reflection, 
An image

boxes are for burning

We get approximately three boxes a day in deliveries
My husband is the ultimate order-machine
He takes more stuff back than most people order
I am sure UPS knows his name now

These boxes stack up on couches, the back of a bookshelf,
Beds, chairs, tables, and other not-for-boxes-places
When I get tired of them, I burn them in a huge

Boxes of Memories

It's hard to believe it has been nine years
since my brother delivered each box.
They all seemed to hold a special key,
mysteries and memories to unlock.
 
My Dad had lived a mostly happy life,
and I remember him with love.
He's hunting, fishing, and playing sports somewhere
if there's a heaven up above.

Twas the first time I'd seen Dad's picture
as

Irene Boxes Up her Mess

Irene boxed it all up and took it outside.
There were five thousand one hundred and twenty-five boxes.
If you sort one box every day, you will have this sorted in no time.

Irene was a mathematician.
She divided it out.
If she sorted one box a day
It would take her fourteen years to sort it all out.

She went back

WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME

While there is still time
close your eyes and listen...
Even the silent
have something to say.
While there is still time
go to the ceiling, root out
the forgotten boxes
full of hidden memories and halt...
dust does remember.
What is important is that there is still time
the birds of your neighborhood
to rest from cutting air
because that piece of air is common.
There is

Break Up Boxes and Throw Away

trash pickup occurred. 
will have to break up boxes
throw them all away

gatecrashing comments boxes:

inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above 
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove 
when putting digits inside someone else’s bubble ~ wear a latex glove 

Memories In Boxes

Memories in boxes 
By lady Arabella
 
As I sit here and go through all the boxes  I’ve made 
Each one holds a memory which time cannot fade
From old school reports that showed all I could be 
To lessons learnt at times when red flags I couldn’t see 
From cards of love and poems of

Little Boxes

Little boxes
By Michelle Morris
09/08/2023

Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes everywhere
Tick the forms for every single thing
That humans have to bear

Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes for everyone
Even before we're born
Little boxes start stacking up on us

There are name ones
And gender ones
There are date ones
And family ones

Wherever you go 
In the world
You carry boxes 
Everywhere 

There are home

Cubism - Words In Cubes

Cubism - words in cubes

Put words in cubes.
Ideas aligned at once,
inside the box, attuned.
Intensive interplay, makes sense.

A Theology of Boxes

A Theology of Boxes

By Mark Stucky
Praise God for “boxes”
        that form infrastructure for living!
Praise God for customs, conventions, and traditions
        that give meaning, order, and comfort to us.
And praise God for creativity
        to take

Two Boxes Please

She went searching for peace at the grocery store.
Those shelves were all empty, her people at war.
There were loaves of loss and heartbreak over by the bread.
"We have a sale on hatred," the store manager said.
She found boxes of empathy mixed in with the teas and
told the young cashier, "I'll take two boxes please."
She went

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