Best Carton Poems

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
     ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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• 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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