Lunchbox Poems - Poems about Lunchbox

...I reflect on the days- Her first little steps, those tiny feet chasing dreams. Her doing silly little dances on the floor, She'd giggle, then stumble, then laughter galore. You weren’t ther......

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...Cornfield aluminum recycled communion wafers. We drank Gatorade wine from a stolen lunchbox, sat Indian style in the irrigation ditch, reciting Tool lyrics as scripture. My IPhone had a cracked......

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... Jane and I met on our first day Of school, Grade one, Now in 4th Grade, always had fun, Jane used to often come over to sleep, Best friends, loved each other a heap. We would stay up late......

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...#Oath_of_a_breadwinner See these bruises on my knees, feel the pain on my back, my salty skin from both sweat and blood, soaking my skin pale. This dilapidating strength in my bones, my body tattooe......

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...the lunchbox moment. I can feel the looks of disgust as I make my way to the table, I sit down, others stand up, walk away. kids grimace at the meal I’ve placed in front of myself, “ew” and “wh......

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... His assignment was a simple one…to go home…observe his family and then write an essay his teacher entitled, ‘What Love Means To Me’ He did just that…for days he watched his mom…he secretly took......

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...Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood......

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...mom always put a snail snack into my lunchbox made of apples, peanut butter, and celery. The best parts were the eyes; they were chocolate chips. She never put in more than two. A snail only has ......

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... She always had one In her hand. “Peanut butter cups,” She’d say, “They help me forget.” She spent her saved change On peanut butter cups At the 7-11 down the road Every day. She woul......

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...It feels like fighting nature. Like- trying to force the seasons to change. Knowing that I’ll have to do this forever. Putting things away and away… Shoving things in drawers, and closet ......

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...With a backpack on her back she waves me goodbye as my heartstrings pull tight I smile, but I don't cry My little girl is starting school day, with a gleam in her eye she says " momma I'm ready"......

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...When you say good morning, it's music When you come and smile without a sound, it's music When you turn around and wink wistfully, it's music When you tiptoe to my room to cover me up, it's......

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...The Art of Being Empty I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser and worshipped a version of myself that I believed could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. I packed my l......

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...I love my school things: Crayons, ruler, and pad paper, Glue, sharpener, and eraser; Pens and pencils in a tin box That need not close with any locks. Some pocket money makes me s......

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...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,......

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