#box poems on Hello Poetry

Beleif Feb 2016

Father, take the body and leave it to drown.
The paths I built are deadly to cross.
This form is raw, these arms are gone,
My face is lost, what can I pray upon?
The windows shut; I cannot go,
Within this self I cannot hold,
Without this form, my panic stilled,
Why trapped with so much sky unfilled?
Tell this box to let me through.
Make it sing me a song that will lift the bars
And set my ideas free to roam outside this room.
I want to plant a chaos seed.
I wish it to sprout a wonderful tree with clockwork leaves,
To leave in the sphere to watch from my chariot seat.

Part II of Unwinding Steely Strings.

#future #evil #music #poison #leaves #technology #box #rotten #vile #clockwork

Rafael Melendez Feb 2016

Music Box

A sleepy lullaby to warm the soul. The sound of rain, and thunder in the distance, with echoes of the nearby church bell. The resonance of your world in a music box. "Keep it handy", he tells me, "When you need the world's help, wind up that little wonder like a heartbeat, and you'll feel like you're in a dream."

A portion of a short I'm thinking of continuing. I'm terribly undecisive though.

#dream #rain #music #wonder #sleepy #lullaby #resonance #box

Mae Jan 2016

Outside the box

Out there.
It's not filled with traps waiting for you to step outside
It's not a war zone where new experiences are no man's land
Where our curiosity is the very pin to the grenade
Out there is where we were meant to be
Where we were meant to live

The real hazard is comfort
The danger zone where familiar awaits your white flag
Familiar will see you crawl in the mud
Familiar will let you walk out the with the target on your back
It will suffocate you with certainty
In hopes of making you forget the hysteria that is your mind

#fear #the #outside #discovery #reach #box #achieve #goals #suffocate #certain

misplacedpens Jan 2016

do you remember when we used to look at the clouds and see things

(two girls are apart and they are doing the best they can)

he tries to run away but he is losing everything
and hey says, he says he doesn't mind but
his eyes can't lie and they are screaming

h e l p m e

she builds a box from the ground up and they talk about it
for weeks because oh my
how pretty
what beauty

the door disappears when she locks herself in
and only when they notice
there are no windows
do they ask

was it lovely at all
if it had no light

a poem from my new chapbook, "175, 678, 5580 and other important numbers". check it out for free at: https://payhip.com/b/81i0

#home #girl #boy #beauty #clouds #help #light #losing #box #chapbook

Jo Baez Jan 2016

Life In A Carton Box

These greedy leviathans in ties, & business suits. Sitting behind fancy office tables & tinted windows, salivate over the noose they placed upon my neck.
& if I stay here any longer
I'll become an after image of the image they portray.

As I walk through these corridors
I can't help but feel asphyxiated
as the noose tightens around my neck.
Reminding me that I've normalize the idea of my humanity.
I belittled myself the day I signed up for slavery & a check that spells"battered soul" within minimum wage words. & through the mist of my frustrations
I've realized comfort was my only enemy.

#poetry #life #in #society #humanity #poems #*** #humans #box #carton

Purple Rain Jan 2016

My Box

I find happiness within a confined box
No one from the outside world cares to knock
This box is to old an brittle
I'm
To wise,
To nimble
To peek out into the outside world

So I sit,
An crumble myself into a tight fit
In a fetal position
With toes tight
Reserved to only an inch
My face stuck in between my lap
My hands hugging my back

Pigeons swarming around my box
I constantly scream
There's not a soul to touch or take
For heaven is where my soul will take

#world #depressed #help #trapped #box #wise

Cat Fiske Jan 2016

Box Turtle

I am the Box Turtle,
I shut you out,
and sleep away in my shell,

I am the Box Turtle,
the only turtle who is safe from the world,
the only turtle who can shut away the world,

I am the Box Turtle,
I'll hid for life,
behind the hinges that cover me,

I am the Box Turtle,
Who will slam my door,
on you and the world,

I am the Box Turtle,
I can live my life in my shell,
while you continue creating this hell,

I am the Box Turtle,
I will not fight,
I will live in peace not war,

I am the Box Turtle,
I'll lock the ones who try and hurt me out,
to try and survive these battles alone,

I am the Box Turtle,
inside my hinge like doors,
I'll be safe from the world,

I am the Box Turtle,
I must be safe from you,
and any other fools.

Box turtles are cool,
only turtle that can fully close its shell bc it has mini doors,
I love em, they're cute.

#hell #alone #doors #safe #shell #box #hinge #turtles #boxturtles #shutoutworld

aviisevil Dec 2015

a box full of me

I find myself pulling the trigger, against the silence that haunts and lingers,
withers in pieces and whispers;
in tears that kiss the hollow,
walking in darkness that swallows,
the moment about to follow
screams that won't be heard outside this box,
it is to be seen if I am or am I not a corpse,
here in this ambiguity, I feel so lost,
I fear the cost of repaying life with death,
for something I haven't met yet;
dreams I cannot forget,
and a handful of regrets,
here i am, chained to myself,
so the ashes can burn my skin and Eat my eyes,
consume the bliss and feed my lies,
I swear I feel I have died, every night there are only ghosts by my side,
dead moments and dreams,
my box is already full, and I can't let go of where I have been,
what I have seen in the loneliness of my being,
I am everything and nothing at all
I'm only standing in hollow as tears fall,
I am no one, inside the walls of this box,
I am someone, for something I rot,
I have no where to be and so I walk, I talk to the emptiness,
the loneliness,
of being me inside the box.

#life #pain #me #secrets #box

Manic Bipolar Kid Nov 2015

Not Even a Friend

I don't know if this is poetry
This is a wounded cry
This life of mine
Lately, is a bad dream
I tread lightly in the pools of insanity
I can't forget that ******* fortune cookie

It was our first date, and lovely at that
I haven't taken a lady out
Since Before there was hair on my chest

It's nice to be wanted
Away from lights
And one nights
On stages and bar corners
Subways and cafes
Anywhere my heart sings
Just makes the clown
Ever so similar to me

But that ******* fortune cookie
Curse if I remember what it said
Mine advised beginnings are the start of much labor
And hers urging to explore her options

I laughed and shrugged
And secretely cursed not choosing
Indian

Meanwhile, in neon lights
I drown another night
She says I'm way to serious about
An open mic
Somehow I always forget to go home
All my friends give me stupid advice
Hallmark lines, and hollow tripe
I love them the same
I think they have no understanding
I'm happier bordering reality
I tread lightly in the pools of insanity
After bad dreams
Its a defense mechanism
Don't judge me
Nightmare
She's sitting there
Looking so fine
Those lips I remember I kissed
Now pout and direct glare
From once loving, hazel eyes
And I ask for a stiff ***
And sit next to her

In retrospect I was my dumbest true self
I said
Why have you been ignoring my messages
Her offended look was enough to send
My heart to my stomach
The words that follow brief
I ask if we can speak alone
I have to know why
You want nothing to do with me
I held you so close
You promised me dear
Now
Not even a friend
The sweetest ones always go
I feel like garbage
I feel like an old music box
That should have never been released
From the attic

I feel like a typewriter dormant
And hollow, choking dust of 1955

Let me play then throw me away
Not even a friend to me
I got old
My one song
Now looked at in vain

I held you so dear
You promised me so sweetly
You kissed me with fire
You promised me
Not even a friend now
Not even a friend to me

Goodbye..

#lies #heart #betrayal #break #crush #music #escape #sick #box #escapist

Manisha Uniyal Nov 2015

Odd

A drop of even
with a hint of odd
continue fighting
without a thoughtful nod

as long as one is one
and two is two
religion works
and spreads like flu

question rises
and beliefs are shaken
when even hides
and odds awaken

then

The tunnel of light
and the ray of hope
suddenly turns dim
and difficult to cope

odd shines
alone in crowd
even dies
Sleeping in proud

Manisha

Here even refers to daily routine ,regular action .
Odd is out of the league, different, not following the herd

#sad #of #mundane #the #out #different #box #monotonous