Unbox Poems - Poems about Unbox

...I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year, Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer, In the living room, presents beneath its boughs, A holiday aura, a delightful vow. My da......Read the rest...

...My mind is infrequent Not eloquent... I guess. Your mind is a bottle Amused at the thrill of what? Smoke clouds unused.. Problems askewed. Deep wrenching can't stand me's And nothing to lose.......Read the rest...

...You've opened a flurry of emotions As you kept on trying to unbox me For you couldn't stop till you opened my can of worms Cause you wanted to know what eats me from inside I told you I'm long......Read the rest...

...I saw a can of tears with a 'use by', Not 'better by' date. The date had come And gone, and the can was never opened. In the next aisle, I saw a can of liberated Emotions, and just inches away......Read the rest...

...Certainty is great, and knowledge is good, but it's not everything. Nor does everything come with instructions. Quite often there are missing pieces, blank spaces, unsure faces. We don't ......Read the rest...

...I learnt to let my arms float in the air And let the rush flow with the wind Cause I was so focused on being great Putting pressure on myself that I was close to breaking So when I stretch my......Read the rest...

...I already bought my faux Christmas tree. It will go on and turned as soon as we unbox it, get it set up! I did this last year when lockdowns began. I will not allow evil deceptors to ruin my lif......Read the rest...

...Soon one and all will welcome the unique Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s Rays and showers will fulfill their Intended purpose, engendering New life in the earth as we say Good-bye to winter’s las......Read the rest...

...Size ! Type ! Desire ! Unbox in a hoax. the Unidentified Pandora's creature. Box. Eyes bleed Luscious and blackened. adamant. confusal Trapped ......Read the rest...

...When I close my lids and unbox these dusty memories, I discover that it's hard for me to recapture the ghosts that summer turned over in its warm hands of variance. They were people that existe......Read the rest...

...My fondest memory was so surreal It has changed my life downright and I really feel beatific to reveal the secret behind my delight It happened on a bright sunny day I saw a tiny yellow e......Read the rest...