Unpacks Poems - Poems about Unpacks

...All that has been, out-grows itself, becomes monstrous in a mouse hole. Thoughts pinned to carnival garbs hang under night’s pitch-dark tent to chew over minds missing links. The silence of wo......

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...escape hatch shape egg cracks unpacks extrudes intrudes his birth on earth It’s Mork - a dork meets girl - a pearl head sits no wits bit cool - still, fool… nanu nanu......

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...Spring Whimsy winter packs his trunk full of icy fleece and flakes ~ going south for spring spring unpacks her bags rolls out green hills with poppies ~ mustard carpets glens vern......

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...Each moment, like life itself, is a pleasant knock, This, like the spring surprises, unlocks each time clock; And unpacks puzzling feelings like Pandora box, Making me take hold of my lifeboat lik......

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...Spring tantalizingly unfolds vernal, winsome Blossoms of lilies pristine, undulating to appease Fawning nectar-dreams adrift on wings of bees Frolicking tranquility of rustling flowering tr......

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...Too early for festivities, Christmas stillness crouches Soon puncture of anticipation unpacks gifts Humid harassment, curtain pummelling sun pounces Dull of smug day blocked, first denial assists ......

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...They didn't rush out to greet him When Father time made his call... They traded house and picket fence... For one room down a long hall like soldiers standing watch... They take turns staring ......

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...Thoughts disperse like dandelion seeds, all that has been, out-grows present and future, becomes enormous in a mouse hole. Moths are pinned to carnival garments, only their quicksilver eyes gl......

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...a young man with tounge lashed and lunch packed/ heading to a regiment, sprung on one flag/ swearin to fight till his own lungs crack/ preparin for life cuz he won't come back/ attached to the lo......

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...SILENT ROOSTERS SLEEP Dads don’t sleep. They drive over-packed cars, and sip coffee from a thermos cup. Kids in backseat mull over grandma’s home ~ roosters never move, cuckoo cl......

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...Dear Mr. G., I'm a sloppily manufactured good the kind of you don't want it to be exposed to the view the kind of piles up in a humid warehouse tacitly humiliated collusively dehumanize......

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...Villanelle: Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs We drag our ego thrones saddled on stooping lean backs Fiendish lie......

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...The Prospector: He packs his tack in a great canvas sack And then drives away in his car. Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; They will await his return from afar. When he reaches the track......

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...Sitting in the dentist’s office Waiting for my turn What will my mouth’s treatment be? Will it sting? Will it burn? I look at books; I turn the page I don’t want to see Any people now in pai......

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