Icebox Poems - Poems about Icebox

...Late January and the sky is an icebox. The rind of a once fat possum litters a park path, It is not a place to linger. Ice pools gather, the water inside them grows grinding teeth. The je......Read the rest...

...Six months gone now since that dark night, I was kitchen-bound for a bite Hoping I in icebox there a slice of pumpkin pie could score – While I searched, I heard a ringing, an insistent ding-a-ling......Read the rest...

...January digs deeper into snow drifts. Chill fingers cripple backbones, make us walk like matchstick men. February is just a name we give to tomorrow, as if we could open that icebox to see if th......Read the rest...

...This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. The 1st HALF can be accessed, of course, by g......Read the rest...

...hot dogs, baked beans Saturday special Leontyne Price sings Aida with stereo clarity Ma makes a box cake Duncan Hines yellow steamed up kitchen windows let anybody know life is happening her......Read the rest...

...The child was getting tired of being teased Words flowed from her brother's mouth unfiltered Had he more vocabulary he'd spew. She didn't care on that morning if she pleased She went to the ......Read the rest...

...Icebox Disaster Only living son Home from steamy jungles of New Guinea Wearing strips of a Master Sergeant Tales recounted from Australia – Sydney R & R – In spear points and javelins; Malaria ......Read the rest...

...The light shines but it's. Dark The tree has skin its bark I walk into the kitchen and it's closed There's no food in the icebox or the cupboards Still let's have lunch The darkness gla......Read the rest...

...By the grave I saw blacken snow flakes Lightning flashed as I witness Drawn down from blacken purple skies Burst of brilliants, winter blast snow blind Upon a midnight electrics static......Read the rest...

...~ Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes now forced into shouldered amnesty Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets wh......Read the rest...

..."STRANGE GRIEF." the cigarettes are gone, the meats are rotting in the icebox, the city lights hear me but know this isn't asking for anything. you're more than what ......Read the rest...

...she doesn’t know I left my urge up in the icebox under the roof on the floor of the consulate’s attic it’s pretended anymore like a terrifying war between two......Read the rest...

... Look ... but don’t touch Touch ... but don’t taste Taste ... but don’t enjoy Enjoy ... but don’t ever show it A dispassionate display, cold dish served on an ice tr......Read the rest...

...The cloying sangria of freesias invades the screen. Amber bees whine in wastrel air like breezeless fans. My shirt is porcelain skin. I dangle one metronome leg off the arm of a wicker cha......Read the rest...

...MY SIBLINGS' FATHER JUDGE BURDON other children feared monsters under their bed i feared the one living under our roof. his hair was nimbus black with a storm's thunder in his voi......Read the rest...