Short Lunchbox Poems
Short Lunchbox Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lunchbox by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lunchbox by length and keyword.
Dr. Seuss
Knew how to choose.
Words that would sing
Like buzz, bang and bing.
For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Categories:
lunchbox, people,
Form:
Clerihew
A lunchbox full of healthy food
Prepared by mom, she made it good
Cold, hard but sometimes delicious
For me who is always precious
When left untouched mom would get mad
Worried for my health to be bad
Told me to bring it back home empty
Mom wants me to be strong and hefty
Categories:
lunchbox, childhood, food, kids, student,
Form:
Rhyme
At four forty five, which does draw near,
As food and drinks are thrown away,
I'll live to see another day,
In dishes and Tubberware,
I've emptied all my mealtime wares,
left all alone, like a puppy at the pound,
Until morning comes around,
Then I'll go home, and I'll come back,
filled-up with brand new meals and snacks.
Categories:
lunchbox, food,
Form:
Diamante
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 two eyes, right?
I ate the antennas too; they were made of pretzels.
Always licked off the peanut butter,
Diligently threw away the apple and celery.
Categories:
lunchbox, food,
Form:
Light Verse
“Lunchbox” just went sailing by
With “Cyclone Shark” behind.
There’s also “Seas the Day” and more
With river puns in mind.
The ferryboats that pass each day
All proudly sport a name,
Some student contest winners,
Guaranteeing some acclaim.
Though most are not creative,
Like “Connector,” I confess
I much prefer that to the flat-out lie –
“Friendship Express.”
Categories:
lunchbox, boat,
Form:
Rhyme
The rooster crows about being the best in the yard.
Bob White shouts his name to the neighbors.
Barks and Yips, Howls and Meows,
Splishes and Splashes and Screams of delight
As the ice cream truck sings its song.
Fireflies flash warning lights as
The bats come swooping in.
And someone is Whipping Poor Will again.
2005 For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Categories:
lunchbox, onomatopoeia, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Lunchbox
A poignant story
of a neglected wife
and a widower,
about to retire.
There is goof up
in her husband's
and widower's
warm lunch-boxes.
Love ensues
in love notes
in tiffins.
Tiffins
unite
hearts.
January 23, 2016
Contest: Favourite Movie
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
* Lunchbox is a Bollywood movie which won many national and international awards in 2013.
Categories:
lunchbox, death, lonely, lost love, love, wife,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Vagabond rainbow,
why can I never come closer?
You move in perfect sync with my footsteps –
ever away.
Come sit by me.
Cradle me in your shimmery prism.
Turn me upsidedown in a smile.
Surprise me with snowflakes in July,
Valentines in October,
PB&J in my lunchbox.
Show me an altruistic heart,
graceful distress,
a voice of perfect pitch.
Lighter than air,
sparkle me away.
Sever these earthly bonds
and carry me to the face of God.
Categories:
lunchbox, imagination, uplifting, visionary, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
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 would come to class
Holding a peanut butter cup
And would sit in the second row—
Second chair—
Eating it silently.
When she was done
She would fold the wrapper
Into a little heart
And slip it into her lunchbox.
I wondered
How many hearts she had made.
Categories:
lunchbox, food, heart,
Form:
Free verse
chatterbox monkey wrench
can't fix a thing
rusty lunchbox champion
never had any zing
mini munchkin dropout
only good for a fling
rabbithole ratfink
listen to how you sing
i remember a time when sunshine
was a hit in the center of sound
i treasure the innermost rhythms
and broke down in my mind each mound
now it is all goose dropping fodder
being duplicated by the pound
what once was an oatmeal raisin cookie smile
is now a kid with broccoli on a fork frown
Categories:
lunchbox, poems,
Form:
Rhyme