Best Baggies Poems

This new Black Moon near Hallowe’en
Marks the darkest night we have seen.
A time to carve a pumpkin head
To make a lantern for the dead.

Bonfires lit burn bright tonight,
At gravesites we'll leave candle light
To honor spirits of our dead.
We'll go door-to-door to be fed.

Should they deign...

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Blake’s world in a grain of sand 
This plastic bottle in my hand 
Welcome to the new Fantasy Island
Of plastic trash, a brave new land

This tropical island, it's perfect for me 
Plastic parts and baggies floating on the sea
Maybe melt it down and build homes...

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 Warning, this poem is dark. It is inspired by the  Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.

Gather around and hear of the strange day,
When three total strangers met on that plane.
Three unlikely females eager to tell,
Of their journey through the clutches of hell.
My hands are...

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The stench of piss, vomit, and feces 
immediately hit my senses
as I step over dirty syringes
and white, powdered filled baggies 
the imperfect combination
of junkie and overdose
the drool dripping out of their mouths
and the sight of eyeballs rolling 
into the back of heads
I see the hookers...

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Form: Free-Verse

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Another way of destroying ourselves
Bottles of pills, boxes of beer, and baggies of weed
Underestimating the pain that these things can cause if used unrighteously
Swallowng, snorting, and shooting up these killers can
End the happiness in you life forever...

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Begrudgingly I grab my raincoat rolling my eyes back sighing, not again
Now SHE, she jumps up and down acting like she just won the lottery.
Slipping on rubber boots I ask, you really want to walk in this rain?
She stares at me as if saying, move...

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This young man had potential.
Had, is the word that was expressed through your objective opinions.
You feel that because this young man is where he stands, 
Maybe on the corner with a skull cap and stones in his hands, that all is lost.
But this young man...

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It was a five ringed circus
Complete with the ragged remains of a tourniquet
Heavily fringed by the under eye baggage of a bloated nefarious
Clown soul that is
Blowing across the freeway garnished with the white plastic baggies
From the local supermarket factory
Now fluttering like proud flags from the...

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At a loss,
The trees seemed to confirm
That I was losing the inspired
fire

That once raged;
Consuming all the insides.

Yes many a night, & early slant of sunlight
I stood unzipped skin 
Laying out every organ,artery,blood,
Blood vessels, cells, veins,
All of every inch that rests
beneath this earth

Giving up a complete...

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Our mother made lasagna, 
And then she went away. 
She gave us full instructions. 
We're left to find our way. 

She wrote her notes on baggies, 
Of prefabricated meals. 
And put them in the freezer, 
Under airlock seals. 

We tried to follow closely, 
All her...

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Christmas is the time of year that fits the summer's heat
And Christmas cards are warmer by and by
The harvest of the summer is a healthy time to eat
When Christmas makes a stand in late July

The folks are rising early in the Northern Hemisphere
And travel is...

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I really wish there were somebody
Who could nail the litterati.
Maybe those who access Twitter
Could point out those folks who litter.

Here’s a topic for some Tweets – 
Some trash I noticed on the streets:
Paper plates from pizza places;
Wrappers smeared with candy traces.

Skinny covers once from straws,
Nasty...

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A venetian red yearling’s head
Pops up
From behind a fallen log
Licks rouge from its lips
And the syrup sipped from dark maple bark
Ears tweaking
To the snow-crunch creak
Of my dog and me approaching
From down the trail

Forest
Tamed by these trampled snow-winding paths

The deer doesn’t flinch

Up ahead
Top of the trash...

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They are looking out tiny boxes 
traveling toward the city from the suburbs
wearing tennis shoes on their tired feet

Many have left their dress shoes at work
Some stop at a gym on the way, 
these are the high brows who do not punch in

It is Chicago,...

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