Boxed Poems - Poems about Boxed

I am locked in I'm boxed in full of fear no one can hear I want to escape but I'm frozen in place if I could fly I'd soar to the sky I cry and cry wishing to die when I think of you I feel brand new Your love makes me stronger so I will be here no longer I have no one to tell without you it's hell When...

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Soupers often engage in emotional ways. There can be depth in what two might exchange. When someone leaves our shared Soup domain, their diminished light is a missed, valued sight. Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces and time together often leaves valued traces. Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache that Soup relationships are both...

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All is finite or infinite the scientists say Laying the trap that supports their foray If either is neither is or something more Entrapping our freedom and handcuffed — unsure (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) ...

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bottleneck gridlock no go five miles to the rest stops tense grumbling vultures are gathering there are people out of their cars screaming incoherently like zombies inside an in-car video game avatars turn helplessly in small jerky circles...

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When he was born, for a while, he was placed in a plastic box; thereafter as an adult he moved into many a rented and boxy room. As he matured, he filled his available space with the accoutrements of a hastily gathered together life. He mostly wanted and pined to be - a cowboy, a buckeroo on a far roaming horse for hunting the far...

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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...

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*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay. Boxed Souper "I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet. Still... There have been a few too many, I take into account, those flatteries, good and plenty, ...that spurt, I do not doubt. Cause and effect make the river stream flow, Upward or downward and what beats the path, Pleasant repertoire or a...

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boxed up chocolate sweet and sad ready to be sniffed and pinched, it’s bad in the lovely shape of a heart, heartless and ravishing, ruby red incalculable — ashes do not lust nor hunger nor does the adjoining sweet- heart wish to taste another delicious morsel instead plops olives into his nightcap in the early morning hours of deeply departed reticence he remembers hugging his heart pillow readying...

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“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it." Vincent Van Gogh They tell you ‘Think outside the box’ So, ponder well, pull up your socks Avoid the danger of clichés, Don’t overdress with mayonnaise Explore what lies beyond the rules Create your own poetic tools Delve in each corner of the mind Where inspiration...

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Lots of boxes that separates our thoughts from emotions, Where more is placed in one than the other making a paradox, Best with less boxes for a better perspective of life. Date: 06/12/2019...

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caged and boxed smacked into a smallish space Confined I am a lion roaring loudly and clearly In mindfulness Praising family for their non-interest caged and boxed Living full me-ness...

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TRAPPED IN A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NO WAY OUT TIME STANDS STILL AS EVERYONE MOVES WITHIN ME. ANGRY LURES ALL AROUND ME TO WHERE MY VOICE IS UNHEARD. THERE IS NO OUTLET TO MY MISERY I AM SUFFOCATING ON THE INSIDE. THE END OF THE TUNNEL DOESN'T SEEM TO BE ANYWHERE CLOSE. I CANNOT SCREAM I CANNOT CRY...

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Boobs Bounded Boxed batting Bouncing buckets Bra 3/15/19...

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Riding the rail cargo blue sky's virgin eyes suddenly a ride on the wild side. Consumed like a passionate love affair first sneaking around then a box unbarred. There were several more boxes growing inside tranquil the rush rolled up on the cool side. Should I count the length of time? Should I not forget the first box I tried? I visited Salem, Newport...

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I’ve sealed it in a paper box… Every trace I had I could not bear the memory A story ended sad! Picture frames & baby books Little bits and bobs Any trace I found of you Kept hidden form my sobs. Deeper than a mother could Have ever felt the pain Losing my small baby child Has driven...

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