Bag Poems - Poems about Bag

I brought everything in a bag. Feeling my arms sag. In that place, they gave us blankets. In that place, they gave us regrets. But all those memories are for another time. I packed it...Read the rest...

A bag of bones tucked in the trees, Nestled against the fence, Camouflaged by branches and leaves, Heavy with the weight of death. It tells a story of mystery, No longer here in this world, but in the stillness of...Read the rest...

I am my mother’s verbal punching bag. When she has a bad day, I pay the price. I can’t stop her daily verbal attack, Because nothing I do will e’er suffice. The things she says are unforgivable; Her insults are...Read the rest...

Alvin Bragg Is Such A Ragged Bag Of Political Corruption. God Bless His Little (Corrupt) Heart....Read the rest...

Why is it that a garbage bag when full and being “put out” will always lean in exactly the opposite direction to the one you’re aiming for no matter how you position that bag before putting it down intending it to lean...Read the rest...

After numerous threats on our lives after the domestic violence with my abuser after I returned from Tampa testifying in a murder trial I was finally healing several therapist home visits my children and...Read the rest...

Do not try there is no use You will only badly lose Running will not do a thing When I find you it will bring Only more pain you caused this When you took a closed up fist Hitting my friend...Read the rest...

The hourglass is almost empty The candle was almost spent The compass only points one way The clock is about to strike twelve My stopwatch doesn't work anymore The mirror tells me lies I no longer know who the stranger is My...Read the rest...

Just a Haiku’s You made me dumb drunk I gave a for your mind It was just a Dim of mind you are Thinking that a is love It was just a Paper bag o'er head Is how...Read the rest...

Grab Bag Poems and Epigrams POEMS Less Heroic Couplets: Dark Cloud, Silver Lining, Dupes from “Love in the Time of the Coronavirus” by Michael R. Burch Every corona has a silver lining: I’m too far away to hear your whining, and despite...Read the rest...

A plastic bag drifting through the wind Under the circumstances then nobody cares an empty plastic bag drifting through the quiet cold breeze wondering where you will take me the places we will go ...Read the rest...

My room was a mess I left an empty plastic bag on the floor, by the bed And when I walked around It stuck to my feet And I shook it off My room, still a mess Plastic bag stuck...Read the rest...

Both of my daughters have married and moved on both now have lives and homes of their own both their “old” bedrooms now empty of them their laughter and music still harbour their presence their energy and love and...Read the rest...

Glancing at him from the window's glass, It felt as though the railway had taken away his joy. Sometimes his hard stares or into nothingness. Being nouveau to the town; from my madam I heard his tale, He was...Read the rest...

Uncle Timmy has made himself a beanie baby chair. This whisper floated out into the August air. We did not know what it meant until we saw what he had done. He was wearing a gigantic smile, like...Read the rest...