Sandbox Poems - Poems about Sandbox

Stepping outside the sandbox, Is what we all need. I do it to escape the madness, And from going crazy. I need silence. I need to feel alive again. I need to feel strong, positive and secure. I just need to be alone, So I can think... Someone has destroyed my life. They have taken everything from me. I'm furious because trust is broken. Integrity is gone. Their...

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Sand. Rough grains. In the wind. Lifted by air. Sandbox, child's delight. Providing hours of play. Happily covered in sand. The beach, largest sandbox of all. Sandcastles built high, proudly displayed. Ever holding childhood dreams and wishes....

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When first we play in the park into the sandbox we go With shovel and pail we dig endlessly passing the time as we grow Our parents lift us into a swing They help us point to the sky Then gently bring us back down to earth As we smile our way down the...

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In life, together we play in a sandbox, making sand castles in wonderland. Poetic times with flowing lines you’re a woman who understands. I'm by your side at sunrise we're on the beach at sunset. An evening breezes and tranquil seas. That's how you and I met. Together we move in the midnight wind chimes play a sweet song. Like apple pies and fireflies Good times...

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There used to be a sandbox Where some plantings are in bloom. The germaphobes today Would never use it, I assume. But years ago I plopped my son With shovel, pail and truck In that sand where he would dig And I could read, with any luck. The benches formed a semi-circle So the moms would sit And enjoy some peace and quiet, Even if for...

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Baby, You're not mine I'm not giving you the time I'm too busy writing my lines in sweetness sublime Baby, Get away I don't want to play With Your sandbox of toys Your mommy took away I'll drive my Tonka truck All over your face To release you games Don't you cry at me in shame I'll make you eat dirt written all over your face Don't even think of playing emotional trains You'll...

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Into the sandbox Come the flappers and the seekers Like puppets on strings Dancing to their own childish whims The profiler watches As they think they sing The poison in their stories a piercing ring Like chess moves, piece by piece Slowly From a blank slate We see the wrong turns inflicted at childhood Them thinking they are so misunderstood Sandbox babies Making sandstorms Proclamations of their righteousness Even as...

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A sojourn took me to a beautiful sandy shore Dreams abounding that I could be Like any other child I had read about To pile up all the sand in my view And build my multitude of dreams That I believed would turn into reality With every passing day In an open box I placed a wooden board That I...

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Before her Auntie died she built her a big sandbox, I remember her sitting there with long curly brown locks. The sun in her face with an innocent smile so bright, she’d stay out there playing morning, noon and night. She had little tractors and buckets with tiny figurines, she’d make sand castles then stomp on them to smithereens. This one...

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Grain upon grain, all have a name ,for each is a spec of me. From first breath and even before These life chips compound more and more Like sand in a sandbox ,my life for all to see. I am not alone for all have a sandbox of their own that holds each life detail. Sprinkled years and actions That some...

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When I was a child We had little in means So all my investments Were in fantasy dreams. A favorite of mine Was told by my pap Of a Sandman who came Whenever you'd nap. He came with a bag And a mission, this guy To put one piece of sand In each sleeping eye. So I made up a plan And sly as a fox Everyday upon...

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Sandbox Come join me in my sandbox, Where the task of executing begins, A vast space, a separate place, To test without affecting the end! While creative juices flow freely, From the minds of the specialist, The applications rest comfortably, In My sandbox environment! Written: 10/11/16 Submitted for: Poetry Contest - Screwed XV Sponsored by: Rob Carmack...

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he told me he created me when he was eight years old - a light skinned redhead and other distinguishing features which now I can't recall he said he'd like to meet me next lifetime in the sandbox so that he doesn't miss being the love of my life again it's been four years and the crystals of that postulate pour through...

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An eighty year old grandma Telling stories to few kids Trying to remember What it was when five Opened up a Sandbox Went in dead... Came out alive....

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Oh Sandbox, Filled with little toys Taken and absorbed To be found by another Remember me? When I got trapped? I was founded by A person who played For a few seconds Then thrown in the trash Oh Sandbox, Remember my friend When someone came She stuck to him He brushed her off She was lost. Oh sandbox, Remember her? The little ladybug That was squashed Because...

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