Best Baggage Poems
Some people wear baggage like a hat in church,
Still others could conceal it through a customs search!
Me? It depends on the mood that I'm in,
My frame may be thick, but my skin's super thin.
As a child, dysfunction was all that I knew.
Violence and alcohol increased as I grew
And the things that I heard and the things that I viewed,
I packed them all up with my clothes and I shooed.
And when I would meet someone, I'd try to disguise
That baggage as noticeable as my big giant thighs.
"You're beautiful," he'd say, but I knew the truth.
I'm fat and I'm worthless, and I've got the proof.
Locked deep in my psyche, but not deep enough,
Some poisonous, invisible gas out would puff.
And heaven forbid he got an ********!
My baggage was foolproof as a form of protection!
If he seemed too perfect on any given date,
My baggage would whisper, "belittle, berate!"
And so I would treat him like a much lower class
Then turn and retreat with my oversized ass.
But one day I waddled into a cafe
So weighed down with baggage every step of the way
That I knew it was time to this load jettison
So I dropped to my knees and prayed, "Help me! Amen."
The baggage still visits me now and again,
And I have to remind it we're no longer friends
I'm married and he loves me whatever my girth,
Reminding me daily I'm the fairest on earth!!!
Light BaggagE
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Life’s baggagE is weightlEss, so handy
If packed with prayer, hope, positivity…..
God makes it light to carry effortlessly….
He gives convenience, a smooth journey.
Travel with Christ with faith and delight
Bring patience, kindness and joy in flight
Always take courage to do what’s right,
Give smiles, make each day clear, bright!
Go in peace with someone…love, forgive,
A heavy heart heals, no loads to heave.
Ground wheeled gear will just roll away,
Empty-handed tour-like life night or day.
f t r l
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I still haven't found my Miss Right;
the girl with the cat was a fright:
she farted all day
and stank of decay,
then played with her pussy all night...
for the Baggage contest
TIME TO DISCARD BAGGAGE
WOW! she took a shellacking
from the words that grown girl spoke
after clearing up the air
loving relationship hope.
Didn’t like all the things she heard
tho had right to speak her mind
pray after the dust settles
old baggage she’ll leave behind.
All families have their issues
God knows they’ve had theirs too
old baggage that she’s carried
from here to Kalamazoo.
Time has come to discard
things apologies don’t cover
time to mend hurts between
a grown girl and her mother.
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
May 29, 2018 Copyright
The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.
The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed
as her walk signal failed to appear,
shrunken mouth twisting crooked
‘neath her frowned brow
as roughly she retreated,
Bang-bang banging her fist
against the shiny metal round,
push-to-cross-pedestrian-knob.
Then glancing up
relief cleared her angry face...
The green walk-stick-figure beckoning her
across from the street light across.
Adeptly her cart she wheeled ‘round
worked down the sidewalk dip
Then scurry did she quick-careful between
the safety of yellow crossing lines.
Unabashed, I watched
as her crooked shape veered
down the opposite sidewalk
hugging the closed wall of shops
hurrying hurrying to where oh where
cloaked all in black
nearly invisible
amongst the street dusk shadows.
Black colored her,
from escaping hair,
to scarf, long skirt, scuffed dark shoes, many layered black socks.
a so-slight woman, mostly skin and bones,
scarfed head bent, right-angled downward peering
tanned skin stretched thin ‘cross facial bones protruding,
sunken cheeks now filling the space of now-gone teeth,
the rooster wattle skin beneath her chin
to yell the tell of years passing past.
Pushing resolutely
her world
bungie-corded to storage on wheels
a layered life stacked high
ancient black suitcase on the bottom,
twine-tied brown box layered next,
bulging black-shiny plastic bag top-crowning,
all securely strapped…
Simple baggage that never
never
would be checked at the gate.
“Baggage”
Baggage collected
scooped up in the arms
of strange angels
the unexpected
expected
some time
will deliver
the poetic
message
reasons
in humerous
rhyme
saints arrive
barefoot
no glass slippers
Love
Joy
Be
without
baggage
all in good time
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
happy birthday Georgia
18.09.2023
Love, Mum Xx
Reborn here now without baggage, I see my beautiful new home.
I now have no more old damage,
Here we are free to live and roam.
A colorful heavenly sight,
Reborn here now without baggage. I am in His wonderful light,
It is a real advantage.
I want no parts of the dragon, hear my many cries and this plea. Reborn here now without baggage, I am with you please set me free.
I made it and I am now here, I now have new holy luggage.
Heaven has become very clear.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Tara would be the bee in any woman’s bonnet,
incessantly whining, “Buy me this, buy me that.”
Manipulating
Selfish
Rude
She knew all the tricks to inflict guilt
in her divorced father who thought he failed her.
Just 12 years old, she’d call at 2 a.m.,
“Daddy, I’m stuck at Walmart.”
Without hesitation, Tom would rush to pick her up,
never suggesting she stayed out too late.
Although she liked to swim in my lake,
at no other time did I see Tara smile.
Just scowls
Taunts
Threats
I was touched by Tom’s devotion to his daughter,
but was more than concerned for her future.
After failing seventh grade twice,
she demanded to be home schooled.
I offered to tutor;
she declined.
Tara claimed there were courses on the internet,
so Tom showed his weakness when he agreed.
Tom’s good qualities were many
Generous
Reliable
Kind
It was Tara who drove the wedge between us
and she never did pass seventh grade.
Tom’s baggage only weighed about a hundred pounds,
but he might as well have carried the world on his shoulders.
January 31, 2017
Reborn…here…now…without baggage.
Utterance of repentant lips.
Christ carried on cross the damage—
thorns, brambles, spikes, hooks of cursed whips.
“I’ve made my bed, now lie in it…”
Reborn here now without baggage!
Merciful Lord, my sins acquit.
Bitter, sweet and deep death passage…
Baptism’s pure salvation-salvage,
Refreshed with clean conscience, exposed.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Traded all my sorrows, composed.
I’m lifted up on eagle’s wings,*
Soaking up scriptures— love’s language.
I’m grateful for the King of kings.
Reborn here now without baggage.
10/14/2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
HMS *eagle’s is 2 syllables, counter lists 1 syllable
Rhymezone
Refrain, “Reborn here now without baggage,”
was a requirement of the contest sponsor.
I met Peter for a blind date
His bad habits I REALLY hate
He sat picking his nose
Finding fluff from his toes
Then both of these items he ate!
His mother accompanied us …
She’d sat next to me on the bus
Told me Peter was ‘pure’
And to be doubly sure
She’d tied up his balls in a truss!
Peter was a prolific farter
So our date I deemed a non-starter
The wind from his tush
Came out in a rush
I went home as I’m not a martyr!
Fiction write BUT I did go out with a guy who wanted to bring his mother with us when we went on honeymoon ….needless to say I didn’t marry him!
Baggage Contest
Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire
Color of gemstone would be green
01~30~17
I carry this 30 pound bag wherever I go,
Some call this item a purse,
I say burden!
Inside;
pink wallet with metallic stars
(not alot within except an unused gift card and an ID)
12 hair ties, all black
2 bottles nail polish
(1 is Lagoon blue, 1 is something called Rant)
6 dollars in change
2 books
lint roller
make-up bag
2 kinds of perfume
(a girl needs to smell pretty)
cell phone
cigarettes
2 lighters
5 pens, 2 pencils
notebook for poems
Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish
Gobstoppers
hand lotion
2 magazines
mp3 player
eye glasses with case
name tag for work
antibiotics and pain relievers
and a random cat toy, a blue mouse.
What a mess!
Daughter-in - law's baggage.
That mother - in - law will change
Or accept me for who I am
Seems difficult.
Being the head of the family,
She places orders to everyone,
Me given the most orders
Even my skillful assertiveness
Doesn't convince her.
"She did this","she did that"
Echoes in my mind.
Ego based relation is empty.
How I wish she focused
On my assets rather than flaws.
I have always dreamt both of us
Spending quality time together,
Instead of arguments,why not
Discuss issues and resolve them.
My struggle for healthy ties goes on,
This is my saga,
How I get baffled and deranged
By her unecessary arguments,
Come what may ,I will leave
No stone unturned to be my authentic self,
And fill my house with,
Love,peace and satisfaction.
Contest-Gems for your baggage
Sponsor-Carolyn Devonshire.
12-2-2017
Owned by a soul which is but a mirror with numerous cracks
producing adulterated words and staged expressions
transparency has been given numerous stretch marks
from its tongue which guns down actuality
its lips so insensitive and always paralyzing reality
with the thongs of imagination, hooks of inventions and blades of omission
Sweet stories expressed with award-winning gestures
but as concrete as a duplex on a wooden foundation
the compilation never ends with the Brain’s memory strained
as every event only exist in the stores of its mind
and fetched by the exodus of its false sentences
He will leave me low
he will leave me not ...
oh, flower, do your petals know?
If I sleep with him, sparks won't keep; knowing my truth,
he'll cut me loose. Each day and night, I plot and plan to
avoid sleeping snuggled with my man. He has love's need
to cuddle bed deep but I know he'll either laugh or weep.
Flower, to him I'll confide I'm ever wishin' that a garage
door sealed my kitchen. Smiling, I'll say I sleep-eat;
wake with berries in my hair and bits of eclair. I'll tell
him lowering sheets may expose chip bits and also relief
there are no dips. I'll say I eat unaware and can't be
woken, but will he run after I've spoken?
Once I've told of sleep crumbs, I have to tell him I sleep
sucking my tongue. Putting another smile on my face, I'll
say my fingertips rub my pillowcase. I wasn't breast fed
so, I fell in this mold and my tongue noise is loud, I'm told.
The pillowcase must be my mother's skin and sucking my
way of drinking in.
Flower, will he cuddle in my bed, knowing I'll chew, suck
and rub near his head? I'll leave out that scratching the
end of my spine makes me go pee, every time.
He will leave me low,
he will leave me not,
he will leave .... running with all he's got.
Crushed coquina’s pains, salty air consoled.
Mistrusting soul, my heart could not appease.
We met when life was brimming and potholed.
My spoken words were long lost memories.
Relentlessly the past remained in view.
Romantic strolls along the shore soon died.
Again and again past pain stole love’s venue.
Good-naturedly, he listened; my soul cried.
A blemished past, his words could always soothe.
Tomorrows were awakened by his light.
He listened and life’s bumps seemed to grow smooth.
My rambling thoughts soon changed crimson to white.
We walked on crushed coquina’s endless strolls.
The salty air breathed love into our souls.
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
2/14/2017
Written for the Contest: Gems for your Baggage.