Carton Poems - Poems about Carton

• A lone carton sitting in the bin • Spreading the smell of burnt weed • A breath of fresh air is what I desperately need • I don't think I can bring myself to go back in...

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On my walk to stretch my legs Today I came across, On the path, a dozen eggs, So I am at a loss. The carton sat there and each shell, Though rather neatly cracked, Did pique my interest and compel This writer to react. Did someone eat those eggs uncooked? (I’d cringe to try one raw.) But on the sidewalk, last I looked, A flame’s against...

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Let us the issues finalize: Two more topics just analyze One can narrative summarize; On dryness water canalize... Why ghosts in places crystallize: If dreams through them materialize? Ghost I'd seen of carton color, Its look that of obvious pallor; Had good money in carton; While human dropped by a Paton "You come back with it in a week!" But killer drugs had him made weak... Now...

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didn't you know that in the new age America court cases are decided by rioters and intimidators congressional race baiters getting their rocks off on division and skin tone the juror's box has turned into a carton off quaking eggs.. the media(those harlots of hype and hate) spreading their corporate sponsored legs for the sake of ratings, tenderizing the meat of facts force feeding...

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My poor vocabulary babies are gon missing Tell me kind sir, have you seen them? Us etymological mothers to lingual children of lost former meaning, we are milk carton crying Many hotline tips that the academia search party have been receiving, unfortunately, has borne no adjective fruit of root cause discovery And my poor alphabet unprotected babies are still missing Some concerned voices anonymously said, they...

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This morning I woke up missing Just a question mark in mid air I spoke and no one listened Cried and no one cared Passed through my day The missing life in my eyes What, purpose stripped away Was truth but not a prize The book of life, open to see Clearly now a missing page The moral has been set free And the plot has...

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I saw her once I remember; On the back of a milk carton one December, Eyes like saucers filled with innocence; I wondered who was crying over her absence, It angered me to think who would steal her away; From her home; her life; her routine of everyday, Who would steal this child from her parents arms; Deprive them of her bright...

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Honors to the missing bestowed Soured milk carton full of toad Milk from the carton did unload Through white puddles a black cat strode...

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Wont you find me here? Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm Outstreched fingers graze debris... recklessly circling reminders. Stand in the eye with me Hold This ...

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