Cardboard box

I once was hard
Made of oak or pine
I've been stripped and cut
I no longer have my spine

Stiffened just a bit
To make me strong
I'm folding this way and that
You really cant do it but so wrong

Where once I was full
I am now empty inside
But carry items I must
For that is my newfound pride

I might get reused
Once or twice more
Then I'm tossed away like trash
Right out the door

Will I get recycled
Who knows of my fate
Maybe next time around
I'll be a paper plate

Reviews

[nokturnal]

Honestly this is a great poem and only you can write something about a cardboard box that has to be the most original thing ever. In all the years I can almost bet that no one has ever thought about doing this but you do and do it so well very good..

[Floating on the feather..]

This is so good, i just cant imagine anyone thinking and writing so about a box.
Good thinking and great work.

All the best for the contest.

Cheers,
Shinjini

[DarkAngelWriter]

YES!!!! THE ONE ABOUT THE F*****G BOX!!! I COULDNT WAIT TO READ THIS ONE!!!!

AND IT SO DIDNT LET ME DOWN! =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[Marie]

Interesting perspective, but great writing.

[Lydia Shutter]

Great personification in this unique poem. You are very clever.

I do have a few suggestions....if you are going to use all lower case, that is fine, but you need to follow through with that in the entire poem. Also, "I'm" and "I've" have apostrophes.

Good work. Lydia

[Charlotte Rose]

Wow that is actually really GOOD.. Its amazing how sorry you feel for a BOX.. Great visual to.. I love IT!!!