Short Box Poems
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You gave me a box of darkness
Disguised as a heart of love
You locked my peace inside it
Then paraded for all the world
Washed up, run down
Run out of town
Holding on to the old
is casting my mold
I can break free
determine my own destiny
He came with his box and bed,
Our votes went to that box then
Box and box he began to own
Untill he rests in his own one!
life is like a box of chocolates
I just hope no one has thrown
the map away
She says “I started having coffee at funerals”
as she wonders what is in that box...
coffee grounds to die for
11/23/2018
wen i pack
take thins off
the rack
i stack
them all
not on the wall
are in a lot
or push cox
i pack it them in a
BOX
Form:
its that time
to have frinds in mind
make a list
do this
so as you shop
you'll fill it to the top
YOUR
HOLIDAY GIFT BOX
Cheeks: apple skin shined
Hair: flaxen golden threaded
Lips: petulant pout
Eyes: dark sea currents whetted
Date: Circa 1903.
In my heart holds a box.
Where Dreams have no limits
and hopes keep you on top.
souls are un touchable
and freedom has no cost.
My gift is too big for a box, I pledge my love to you forever , Merry Christmas
12-19-16
Alexis Y.
Lifting her mask
she whispered
"I'll show you mine
.....if you show me yours"
John G. Lawless
9/24/2020
Bits of what we had
Became unstrung, life then spun
Out of my control.
Then saw goodness of your soul...
Sadly cannot find them all.
as i go i walk slow
in this bag its sag
there something hot
its in a pot
its part my start
as a work on my cox
its in my
LUNCH BOX
Many years I kept you in box
Box of good memories that knocks
Birthdays come alive
Like roses in five
Candles I lit, my love that rocks!
the chains that are bound
choking on each other's ignorance
fall short of the key
linked in division and plight
unable to stand as one
B- box
E- everything up
L- level
L- let
Y- yet
O- open
U- up
T- tasks
04/05/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
Early at the post-box collecting the news
trailing sleep
morning mist dampens my cheeks
a little chill
sneaks up my legs and into my shorts.
Break this
alabaster flask of mine.
Exude
The spikenard of repentance
anoint HIM
who savors the fragrance.
Precious.
Barking dog, siren, and boom box
Are among the top voter squawks
There's no solution
To noise pollution
But your Congressman says money talks!
You've got to hand it to Millie
She knows what makes men act silly!
Just ask Uncle Fred
Who took her to bed
Where she circum-sighed his willie!
Maybe I can earn
The golden star, silver moon
To work on the ruby senses
Harbor no lost lies
Keeping no cynical shine
Opening rain box
Russell Sivey
Squirrel plays and shakes
a fist atop the bluebird box....
twelve round stones
Blue feathers strown
empty nesting box today...
old man Tom rest
Mind is like a box
What are kept that depicts through
Character reveals
Chatter box went home with Magpie P
Listener neither could ever be
Neither stopped talking
Both kind of squawking
So they invited others to come drink tea
A music box
is an angelic machine
that brings forth lyrical hope
slowly turning its golden key
among the darkness
enabling all to walk in it without fear