Best Back Pack Poems

Some children come into the school building dancing, singing, hopping, bursting with uninhibited glee.
They exchange giddy, happy stories about their day at the mall, dropping name brand names,
Showing off their glittery light-up shoes, and light up back packs.  They tell about their doting grandparents...

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The desert knows me well, the night, the mounted men,
The battle and the sword, the paper and the pen.
- Al-Mutanabbi to Sayf ad-Dawla


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Sanddune ripples, 
air tears through sand.

Paralyzed
     desk waves in oak patterns
     pen pierces swelled surface 
     in desperate hope for inspiration

Gallop resonates:
     his...

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"SWEET  LITTLE  HONEY"

My father had no respect for the world..
A big drug trafficker..
When I was just a little girl!
Living  for the glory of money.
He smiled and looked down at me..
Sitting me on his lap he called me his, "Sweet little honey!"
And told...

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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 at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly...

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If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,

What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back...

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I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years,
but I knew her face on sight;
I should have asked her to the senior prom - 
instead, we both stayed home that night.

High school friends who never went on a date
because I was too afraid to ask her...

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Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility, Doctor Mendelsohnn's office.
                "Good Afternoon, Mr Potter, I am Doctor Eric Mendelsohnn. I have some 
forms for you to sign. This is...

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A Girl and a boy both go to music school.
The boy and girl get an audition for a Record Label. 
The both go to the audition and both of them get the chance to go and record there own album. 
The audience loved them and...

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I hope you make it by yourself. 
I’m at a point whereby pointing fingers won’t help anymore
A point whereby this vodka won’t help anymore
Sleeping pills won’t help anymore
I can’t fight anymore
Can’t start any war.

I can’t take back the hands of time, everything I put my...

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I never knew the feeling hip hop gave her,
she was on the brink of death but it saved her.
80's baby this hip hop raised her
the art of expressing the mind that's what made her.
She wore a hat to the back baggy jeans
black back pack eyes...

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Upon our roof top did he arrived, two reindeers short and blood shot eyes.  With his gray 
and black beard with bits of food inside…I thought it was suppose to be white?  They also 
told me he had a cute button nose…his nose...

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Westernizing Muhamad al-Abassi
She spread through our minds
In the chaos of Cairo backstreets.
And on this day
Oh how we loved that girl.
and we stopped our red Vespas at the red light
for her to cross.

We knew who she is,
In her tight jean cutoffs, 
Western Wear designer jeans,
designed to...

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I looked into the mirror and this is what I saw
Overweight, bloated and extremely out of shape
Put me in a purple shirt
And I'd look just like a grape
The time had come to buckle down
It was time to go get fit
There's not a better time to...

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I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me.
Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry!

I have a need to make a poet bleed, but no one can be found.
My mother was impregnated by...

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Back pack hangin' off my bony hips. . .
I'm off to see the world, on foot with thumb. . .
Gotta keep movin'. . . race track groovin',
You know the truth of my travels, (most think I'm a bum.)

Always that search for pie in the sky.
Let...

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