Bagged Poems - Poems about Bagged

... I can see it in your.eyes As they rest in silver spoons I can see it in your smile As the lamp where your face skin lies tautly stretched filters through the lips Are you somewhere feeling lo......Read the rest...

... Crystal waters plumping the honeydews and cascading through amusement park ride. As tourists engage in espionage in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms. As graves of self sufficiency, Communes of ba......Read the rest...

... I test the gum And the scum That came from So many feet Scrape the blood And the crud Between mud Smooshed on concrete I sample spit Ample birds*** All with a flick Of the wrist Coz I......Read the rest...

...Stuffed heads on imposing walls beady glass eyes, glare. The house is stuffed with horns, tusks, fangs, and jowls. Many a taxidermic glower, gazes down, with a moth-farmed visage. Slaughtere......Read the rest...

... Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry a chant of rebellion, in notary, serve me upon high times noteworthy high ego malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity and follow the......Read the rest...

...Moss has grown on what was new Items still bagged but in constant use Birds fly in pairs ignoring the view I'm held in place whilst everything is loose Running late to join a queue So much slack......Read the rest...

...life is full of treasures sitting looking out at the courtyard she is not comely but has the most precious smile it radiates in the brightest sunny day her little wave of the hand acknowledging......Read the rest...

...Walking here and there, Scrounging for messages of Care, Journalists of the day. Standing by at door or gate Spirited, to interrogate the great. A long-serving microphone, Miking words from t......Read the rest...

...The cowboys always won The Indians always lost I yearned to see a cowboy with an arrow through his chest But then I read a story 'bout a cowboy who'd been scalped ......Read the rest...

...I'm a disease uncurable I've seen the unseable I've outlived the livable I've danced with a crippled I'm the unfortunate events I'm the prosecutor of the prosecutes I've lived through hel......Read the rest...

...I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF TO ALASKA WITH FIVE OF MY SIBLINGS WHEN I TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT TH......Read the rest...

...Prison Of Flesh Pregnant and constipated Gagged Asphyxiated Want to jump out of my skin Nonplussed and exasperated Black bagged Unenumerated Everything is without And I am locked within......Read the rest...

...Late 1940s England the square was packed & the high street full meat&veg seemed plentiful market barkers drew the queues with jokes impromptu shoppers filed neat& f......Read the rest...

...Let’s bring back those “Good old days” Claim it’s for the best Give everyone a washing bin Lye soap and scrubbing board Hang the clothes on a ‘clothes line” Outside to let them dry Bring ......Read the rest...

...The farmer cocked his rifle and glared down upon the turkey It wasn’t mist that made the farmyard and the turkey murky His muddy specs and ageing eyes had made his vision blurred And as he wiped h......Read the rest...