Sandbox Poems | Examples

The Mentality of the 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 morality and decency is,
Non-existent in this world.
There is a remedy,
They will be judged, not by me,
But by the higher power.
Once again I feel love and warmth,
In my soul and I am strong to carry on.
I smile as I step back into the sandbox.

Nature's Sandbox

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.

Sandbox To Sky

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 slide

Soon we're climbing the jungle gym
  dealing with life's complexities
pausing to hide in chutes, on ladders
  keenly aware that getting caught matters



            June 21, 2021
    PLAYGROUND Poetry Contest
        Sponsor: Shreva LN

Never Last Long

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 never last long.

*REPEAT*
 
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 never last long.

Sandbox

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 just a bit.

Though the playground had a sandbox,
This one by the mayor’s manse
Had no slide or swing distractions – 
Just the river’s smooth expanse.

I look fondly on those hours
When my child played in the sand,
Something mothers of today most likely
Wouldn’t understand.

My Sandbox Is Posted Do Not Disturb

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 get a reward
when my Tonka is floored
You will think twice
before I play nice
Damn,
Your not my type
I think of you
like lice
Scratching my head
with evil intent
Just go away
I don't want to play
I have my own toys
Being a tomboy 
My Tonkas are rockin
yours, are sweet nothing
Let's give them away
and play another day

Sandbox Babies

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 they commit both big and petty sins
Narcissistic egos purchasing mirrors at IKEA
So they can stare at their own opinions
Locking their minds in the open mirrored box
No refunds

Her Special Sandbox

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 time she built a fort for her favorite Little People,
a huge monstrosity with a long bridge and a steeple. 

She reached the age of eight and still loved her sandbox,
she used her imagination through the summer equinox.
Silly little girl with big brown eyes so enthralled,
but after Auntie died she just sat in it and bawled.

Now at tender age of ten we still keep it in the back yard,
once and awhile she sifts through the sand, but it’s quite hard.
But yesterday I saw her feet deep in the sand buried, 
playing in that special sandbox lovely memories are carried.


Sandbox Contest
October 14, 2016

Sandbox

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 did succeed in and at others failed.
 The sandbox just holding a reaping of what was sown.

So we fill our own sandbox as we live and love every day.
Many different sizes but one thing we seem to know,
 Each is given a measure of sand for living as we go,
And when the last grit lands ,we all are taken away ,
but our sandbox is here to stay.

Sandbox

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 waking
I went to my box.

I collected my sand
For a sandbox one day
And maybe a beach
To dig, build and play!

I worked hard at my sleep
And the Sandman was kind
He left me his tokens
For this Sandbox of mine.

Then one day I came home
To check on my stash
And it was all gone
I fell with a crash.

My grandma came running
To see if I died
And I asked if she knew
Where my Sandbox now lied?

She said with a grin
From one ear to the other
"I swept up your room
To help out your mother."

"I threw out that box
It looked empty to me.
Now dry up those tears
I made sand tart cookies."

So that's my sad tale
And I learned a big rule
Saving sand's a bad choice
So eat sand tarts, you fool!

Sandbox

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

Sandbox

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.

Oh Sandbox

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 she was sat on 
She's dead now.

The Sandbox

I am turning back the pages of time,
      to our backyard sandbox.
        Dad made it for me,
          and my brother.
             I see us,
             playing,
          so peacefully.
        Oh why did you go,
      to fight in that war far away,
and come home to us in a wooden box?

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October 9, 2016

Poetry/Verse/The Sandbox
Copyright Protected, ID 16-836-811-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Sandbox

As soon as the children,
Opened the sandbox,
They became amazingly small,
They were little people inside a huge box
It was like been in the Sahara Desert,
They saw a castle in the distance,
And investigated,
Scorching sun beating down,
On dry yellow sand,
They crossed over the moat,
Entering inside, 
It was a beautiful palace,
Princes must live there,
They ran to the top tower,
What could they see,
Excitement!
As they played their games of war,
Defended their king and queen,
Trapped forever!
Inside this strange sand,
They started to get hungry,
It was late,
Then like magic,
A plate of sandwiches appeared,
They ate and were happy again,
Quenched their thirst,
The lid suddenly came down,
They were big once again.
What a great adventure,
The sandbox was truly magical.

09/10/2016
For contest sponsor Anthony Slausen
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