Short Sandbox Poems

from the moment we met  ~  two kids in a sandbox



;),...

Read More

POETRY SOUP #1 
Can't get enough
in the sandbox

come play with me...

Read More

If I put you in a sandbox you couldn't dig deep enough to find cat shit....

Read More

empty sandbox
through the foggy window 
snowflakes fall

...

Read More

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....

Read More

What if I won a million-dollar jackpot
Would I still be the same sweet lovable crackpot
Yup, sure would
That's understood
I'd share it with my poetry friends in the sandbox...

Read More

 

I am turning back weathered 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 that war so far away,
and came home to us in a flag draped box ?...

Read More

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....

Read More

Thursday comes on slides of hope
sandbox at the bottom
to soften the fall of tender
feet left at the door without ‘em

the crips and troubled stand up tall
as Tuesday’s storm has cleansed it all
to clarify the dreaded fall
kept safe within a melted soul...

Read More

When I was a little tot playing in the sandbox meant a lot.

I could play all day, I played and played, until the sun went 

his way.  What fun I had, making faces happy and sad.  But 

as the day began to end, I put on a  frown no more sand box.

No more sand all around....

Read More

Ah! But to be unnoticed
But to be in the shadows of 
life's living day by day

To be the veiled spectator
of a father cutting grass and
a child in the sandbox-

To witness these normal things
normal people do on a normal day
is pure ecstasy to one who
glides past all like an unseen
wind....

Read More

Karma lapped me 
for the eight time
[possibly nine]
slapped me on the 
shady side of life...
left jagged streaks of black and blue
up and down the flanks of my false pride.

I though I was playing in a sandbox
but in fact it was the heart of God...
time has turned into ticking scars-...

Read More

For the final time
the white manes sat along the edge 
of the sandbox
digging for ball and jack, a tin toy
perhaps a glimmering nursery rhyme
bits of innocents, the dance of time.
but now they need to leave
the vapor of their shinning verse 
on the edges of a blackened universe
white manes....

Read More

is that all you got
dis located
francais
lover

your comment was
quite correct my
not so froggie
not friend

i'm not a bully
i'm god of
what you
call

a sandbox 
but it's not
Richard
it's a

cat's meow
of a litter
box and
i'm top

dog
and
you're
a piece

of
shh
...it lol
......Dick...

Read More

Edenic laughter of childhood
Caressed by carefree joy
Take us with you
To the land of unmeasurable 
Mirth with endless possibilities
God bless the besties
Young and untroubled
Stirring up the puddle waves
Making mud pies
Walking circles atop sandbox tire
Arm in arm
No enemies
Friends Forever
...

Read More

hand to hair twirling
into the calmest air
finding you stealing
looks at me
with my knees
deep into the sandbox

songs song deeply
out of key while
you yawn and smile
pleasingly at our photograph
of kissing upon a dream

rainbows wrapped around
a candycane
with the deepest hues
that sorrow could paint
into this heart...

Read More

Play in the sandbox bury your toys
Androgynous youth girls and boys
Dolls for girls no matter the age
Trucks for boys play in the sage
Lift my spirit child of mine
Playful soul outlasting time
Boys wear dresses 
Girls wear pants
Androgynous youth
Play in the sand
Laughter and singing
Dancing and fun
Summers playful heat
Glorious fun...

Read More

A young boy is playing in a sandbox not far from a busy intersection.
He is wearing a hearing aid.
He has almost finished digging a large hole.
The sounds of the cars grow louder as rush hour approaches.
He climbs into the hole and takes off his hearing aid.
He starts to pour sand in both of his ears and begins to cry.
The traffic continues......

Read More

Endured a hapless energy renegade
Spiked for purple Kool-Aid
Sandbox toys with tortured minds
Bless-ed wink at my duress

Potato truck deposits you
While life is laughing back
Go ahead and crawl again
Walking fakes a man of you

Flipped like pancakes over done
Just you see there is no “fun”
Crash the fence inside your mind
No Picasso poet son...

Read More

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...

Read More

Dripping the sounds, 
of endless chatter, 
welcoming madness, 
to calm my cry. 

My state of denial, 
overpowers my shame, 
I'm just a flower, 
picked in a field, 
then blown away. 

See me fly, 
my colored feather, 
landing on a child, 
inside a sand box. 

While he builds his castle, 
and peeks through its windows, 
raining sand, 
that pours out his ears....

Read More

I’ve come back from a lowering cloud.
I heard nothing near to the sound of your voice,
Though the scent of your hair was in the air.
Do you recognize me when I can’t find myself?
Are you the Irresistible Stone?
The beach of beaches
Stolen from God’s Perfect Sandbox?

I may drift off again, you know.
But if you hold my feet next time, well,
Who knows what might happen....

Read More

Sandbox is rusty
The swing is covered with mold
They are so lonely

Without their bluebird
Playing and squealing on hold
Disappeared no word

Little chair’s broken
Vines withered away and brown
Hope you’ll be back ‘round

Drum beats no longer
Tambourine’s quieter than quiet
Frozen berries thawed

Mimi’s arms aching
For her Wrenna girl to hold
just don’t understand...

Read More

Sandbox is rusty
The swing is covered with mold
They are so lonely

Without their bluebird
Playing and squealing on hold
Disappeared no word

Little chair’s broken
Vines withered away and brown
Hope you’ll be back ‘round

Drum beats no longer
Tambourine’s quieter than quiet
Frozen berries thawed

Mimi’s arms aching
For her Wrenna girl to hold
just don’t understand...

Read More

I remember when I was three years old
playing in a sandbox at the playground,
and how much fun I had when it wasn't planed.
I'd create wondrous castles to behold
using a pail, and I'd sculpt the background
by hand.

Like stepping into a magical box,
that sandbox appeared especially grand.
A perfect place, for no one was around
when my imagination played with rocks
and sand.


...

Read More