Cardboard Poems

The Boy With The Cardboard Heart

When you have nobody 
you have somebody and 
that somebody is 
yourself. 

Because you’re 
all you’ve got. 
So why need 
anybody? 

Anybody being nobody. 
Nobody being somebody. 
Somebody being anybody. 

Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. 
Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. 
Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. 

Does anybody 
understand why 
the  I feel 
like a nobody? 

Even though 
deep down I

Cardboard Castles

Cardboard Castles

You came in like thunder—
wild, loud, and sharp with flame.
Eyes like chaos, smile like fire,
never still, and never tame.

We shared a bed when we were small,
built kingdoms out of pillow forts.
You held my hand in quiet dark,
and we survived in whispered sorts.

But life came fast, and you let go—
chose smoke and speed, the chase,

City Frozen Cold

Verse 1

His coat is torn his 
shoes are thin
The cold cuts deep beneath his 
skin
Little boy coughs small 
hands that shake
Winter's breath is much to hard 
To hard to take. 

Verse 2

Sidewalk echoes silent 
prayers
People pass but no one 
cares
Cardboard kingdom borrowed 
time
Every step is a mount- 
Mountain climbed. 

Chorus

And the city turns 
away
Like they

Jigsaw

Just a big box of cardboard shapes
Individual pieces defined
Goodness, that feels like you and me
Slowly, yet surely, is all it takes
And in good time, they'll fit, side by side
Why then, I've got to ask, why don't we?

Stealer of Children

The children come to visit
   once or twice a week
   and they are fine, I'm sure,
   but not the ones I seek.
Though tall and fair and handsome,
   not who I'd choose to meet:
   those grubby-kneed and tousled,
   the freshly apple-cheeked!

Oh, what I'd give

Alone Living In a Cardboard Box Home-

Lofty sorts tenement;
Residential entitlements;
Homeward bound ;
Lost in town,
Logistics Irving bound;
 Summers call;
Legitimate hall;
Tournament crawl;
No mortgage though;
No rent termites eating bossa wood;
Lying on rough wet papered floor;
a homeless man lives alone and a cardboard boxed home! 


8/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

A Cardboard Box Tumbles

A cardboard box tumbles
Down the dark and empty street.
Cold gray houses stand watch,
No life within, their voices stilled,
Their wide eyes vacant.
On the porches furniture shrouds
Flap and tear in the bitter wind.
Dry leaves swirl and whisper.

Do these sentinels remember?
Do they see a different time?
Surely they are waiting
For the children’s laughter,
The banging screen door,
The clatter of skateboards,
People

Cardboard Boats

The battle rages, tree branch swords
cardboard boats on Viking Fjords
victory within our grasp
mother calling “time for your nap”


7/24/2021

Flair and Fun Quatrain Contest

Home's a Cardboard Box

Weaving, stumbling from one job to another
  His roadmap reeks of discontinuity
And that is why his home's a cardboard box
  He's squandered each and every opportunity

A fancy lady passerby, mercy in her eyes
  Once offered him her hand, if he could just stay sober
But that very winter's night he'd gotten drunk
 

Old Love Letters In a Cardboard Box

Old love letters in a cardboard box
Tender conversations forever frozen
Now wrapped with red ribbons
Memories of loves gone by
And precious moments now forgotten
Wispy threads fading like the words that spoke them
Their passion waiting to be discovered
By others not envisioned, 
With others now forgotten, 
Waiting to be reunited
Like old love letters in a cardboard box

Cardboard Box

A C A R D B O A R D B O X
                             C A N B E T H E B E S T TO
 

Cardboard Boxes

she packed away
her memories
in cardboard
boxes

on the shelf
they sit
layered
in dust
like years
passed

she just
couldn't
get in the
holiday
mood

there was 
no point
in celebrating
when all 
loved ones
had long 
been gone

he offered
to bring 
the spirit
alive
like
back then

he opened
all the boxes
carefully
adorning
the lawn
to make
it shine
just like
before

the aroma
of cookies
filled the house
as the spirit
slowly came
upon her
again

her house
the prettiest
on the street
flickered
in holiday
flare

onlookers
came by
to gaze
upon
her lawn

he watched them
lovingly
proud 
of his

Cardboard Dreams

Amidst the glisten of toys
the confetti of nursery rhymes
play dates and toddler pools...
children prefer a cardboard box
that becomes a boat-
a magic flying machine-
a train
a place to ignite the mind and dream.

In short time the train runs low on steam
the boat is docked to a flock of demands
the magic flying machine sputters 
in a cloud of

Cardboard Mattress

I bet your beds comfy,
I imagine it smells of flowers and vanilla,
Or just the smell of clean,
And you have pillows,
Big soft voluptuous pillows,
And sheets,
Clean sheets.
I could sleep forever in a bed like that,
Literally forever,
And I bet you don’t even think about it,
Because it’s just a bed to you,
And it is,
Id probably cry if I could

Cardboard Boxes

What colors would my life shine
if we had not moved all the time?
In every home, I felt quite sure
my bedroom walls felt me there;
as eyelids sighting proof I had lived,
they'd hold my poetry as their truth.

Then would come the cardboard boxes
that unlike walls, did hold my life's causes.
Past walls of white, yellow, blue and pink
all

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