Box Poems - Poems about Box

Each year I make the matzoh balls, Which come out pretty good. My husband cooks the chicken soup; Our roles are understood. He always wings it when he cooks, Just uses what’s on hand And never needs a recipe, Which I can’t understand. I follow the directions When I cook or when I bake And measure the ingredients So there is no mistake. My time-worn recipes are...

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Today’s blessing goes out to all those who think outside the box for even a second, an hour…one a minute…. for those who never think outside the box… will be forever living in it. ...

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I asked Jack, "How can you stand to live in that box? Whiskey on the rocks?” He said, "Nah, it's much more mundane. I simply turn off my brain; then, turn it back on again, when someone else wants me to entertain....

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Heard the term “outside the box”? What box are they referring to? Sitting in my jammies at my computer Don't see no box, do you? A term you hear a lot these days What can it possibly mean This old guy is totally confused Totally betwixt and between Catch phrases have always confused me Prefer simple Dick and Jane words So all us grandpas can...

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In a box, being fed what’s right, No reason why, no guiding light. You told me no but never said, The thoughts that lingered in your head. No consequence was ever shown, Just silent rules I should have known. Now hands untrained must break the mold, To find the truths I was not told. I teach myself what life demands, With trembling heart and...

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is it Friday already; my pill box says so how many Fridays have fallen into my palm. my nickname is Friday, and I pop my morning pills, interminably mindful of ginkgo-biloba and the rest; pillage of my youth. left for the book sale; to drop off books and pick up more from the library floor. ancient you must think. watch me amble row to row; I’m...

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I realized I never fit in anywhere Like forcing a round peg into a square hole Even when I'm with people who are like me I still stand out Like I'm standing on a stage surrounded by people But the spotlight is only on me Am I made to always be on the outside of the box? Being on the other side...

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life is like a box of chocolates I just hope no one has thrown the map away ...

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Quantum thinking out beyond the everyday ...considering multiple perspectives and possibilities leaving behind convention logic To pave an emerging universe where knowledge and wisdom is found in the most obscure way A quantum leap onward to forge and sustain build and refine life as we know it toay Gathering stick and stone outside the box To build a empire inside...

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Do not put me in a box where I can't be seen. I will not hide anymore, I must be set free to fly. Do not put me in a box, where I can not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath, friendships suck the air out of the air. No! No! life here for us now, I need to move far away from you. No more hurting for...

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It never left, the stale odour of grief that tortures me That wrapped its fingers around my throat, never letting free It pressed until my last breath was spent, my life slipping by Trying to release the pressure, not knowing the reason why I delve deep in my pockets, searching vainly for the key. Box of opportunities that presents itself...

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“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose; all that we have loved deeply, becomes a part of us.” — Helen Keller On opening my dusty box of memories, ...

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tucked in the attic’s yawning mouth a box breathes dust and echoes time its edges worn, its ribbon frayed a tomb for moments left behind inside, the scent of paper ghosts of letters inked with trembling hands photographs curled like autumn leaves pressed in the weight of lost demands a locket, dull with tarnished love a ticket stub from laughter past a wilted rose, its...

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"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, I saw a discolored family photo- All of us posing in front of our old house, Sweeping me away by a tide memories. Among palm...

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Keepsakes are memories beyond measure. I keep them in a box; each one a treasure. ...

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