Bag Poems - Poems about Bag

...A fanta see overrides reality! Hello? I like to get positioned for sixty nine. Are you looking for a scheming, schlepping, and schvitzing writer? natural body and laid-back vibe?? I'm al......Read the rest...

... A favorite memory of her grandma began before she could even say a word… In her Grandma’s backyard, sitting on her lap…tossing seeds out for the birds. It’s where her love for her grandma and b......Read the rest...

...I saw you sitting there acting as if you don’t care, I saw you sitting there staring at them with strange eyes, and rehearsing a strange thought in your head wishing that the table would turn, and ev......Read the rest...

...In that day, when seeking Gods word. For, purpose in this life not expecting much. Growing up in church following along. Mom, would say you need to go church to be good. Great grandma saying shhh......Read the rest...

... She firmly gripped the cardboard box as though it housed the formulas for happiness, longevity, and peace, as if it held a million dollars and a bag of gems. She sipped her bottled water th......Read the rest...

...I live my life sober and clean but once was called a bean I started with promise and hope then found myself drowning in dope I smoked a dart from a pack I found that led me to joint just t......Read the rest...

...Adamant Face My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!” My goodness, this house is a total disgrace" So every Tuesday at quarter pa......Read the rest...

... She did it again, Surprises me to no end! Quietly walks over to the bag, Puts her nose in. Helps herself, To the treats within. Not that she didn't tell m......Read the rest...

... There once was a sock That was left at the laundromat His owner forgot to take it back and for a while in the dryer he sat Then someone else came and he tumbled again Then he was put i......Read the rest...

...I loved you. I really did. My poetry is about you Your face so neatly carved into my brain I can draw you from memory. You were the first to know how I felt How you tugged at my heartstrings......Read the rest...

...These hands were fashioned for work; these hands are down to earth; These hands have been mingling in the dirt, cleaning the grease and grime and picking up garbage and slime, they pass me on the str......Read the rest...

...More'n nine months on... and still I feel infuriated at myself concerning squandered funds passively, senselessly, and willingly surrendered nest egg to computer hackers (imposters, jackknifi......Read the rest...

... Never met her, yet I've heard the crazy Tante von Vogt lived her life as any would, if they were crazy. She'd walk to butcher's each week no nod greeting who might pass. She'd buy four hund......Read the rest...

...In July, no air cooler will dissipate the heat. I squeeze the bag, it squishes, like paste within my hand. The chocolate eggs were perfect, the kind one loves to eat. April's chocolate ovals now a......Read the rest...

...You never ignore yourself. You....a finger pointing nowhere. You flap; make waves, what else you got? A flashy kite with no sky that's what. If a vulture and a jellyfish gave birth to an off......Read the rest...