Best Unpack Poems

The 
        old house
   from my memories 
 opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from...

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It has been quite a while 
since inspired pen has met with paper
Minutes have dripped into days
inspiration has become a stranger
I have so many gorgeous...

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Lingering among the stacks
Interval of serenity, a luxury to
Borrow a world, then bring it back
Riches of printed page, once few
Are carried throughout the community
Requiring only...

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A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder...

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The old black man came riding up
On a wagon pulled by a mule
In the wagon he had a plough
And some other old rusty tools
As best...

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He comes and goes
another trip
another assignment
another suitcase to pack, unpack
another sigh
another tear
another "Welcome home, my dear"
he comes and goes, comes and goes
and life for me...

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Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines 
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming...

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We were poor, but my brother and I didn’t know it.
Before Christmas my dad would take us to find just the right scraggly 
fir tree..a...

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school broke up and summers here
shipped off, a long bus ride
every holiday off I'd go
to my aunts house by the sea side

she opened the door,...

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Autumn steals the long days from Spring,
The dawn sunrise turns pinker in the reflection of water
And the morning air is crisper.
Was it Autumn that stole...

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Becoming the prey 
I’m melting away like a 5 foot wick
To show a skeleton of who was once the author
Now the pencil tips break and...

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My Agoraphobia.
In 1983 you came back  into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all...

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Never wear a little black dress that looks in distress or to compressed
it should always impress and softly caress. 

If you wear a small but...

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Whoever might with just free words beside
Speak of the blood and in full too of sores
Which I saw now, with a narration wide?

Any speech will...

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