Best Burlap Bag Poems

On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you dare.

I loved picking apples, but I was small
and only picked those I could reach by hand.
I didn't like using ladders;...

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-Bunny Hole- by:SKAT

hidden muddy home
dirty paws, good boy' good boy!
yummy with carrots :)

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  -Unwanted Fluffiness- by:PD

Big Brown Burlap Bag
drop Bunnies down By the Bay
Better off -Blue grave



~SKAT & PD~...

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Future Generations Pass   
          (Life of Martha and Gracie)

Martha started out, as a little girl, to understand her world
In an underworld, kept behind a wall forever, for her protection
The parents stuffed her in a...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing memories of days long past.  My body is entombed...

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I live alone; I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my musty burlap bag.
My bent back aches.
I pick the nuts that fall to earth --
blown...

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'Tis Halloween again, the economy is bad and lots of folks are outta work!
I'm gonna reverse this trick or treat racket, tho' some may think me quite a jerk!
Normally, hordes of kids come bangin' on my door pleadin', "Fill my tote!"
But this year I'm gonna...

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She broke down 
Like a Ford in a storm 
Anything to garner a reaction 
Who could resist that pretty little red dress, 
Soaked, and covered in oil? 
Not anyone I knew, 
And I knew myself well. 
I slowed to a lame dog's pace 
to get...

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synthetic textile ghost, or maybe a
 brown burlap bag
    hanging over a shovel in the garden.

    along its side reads burmese long grain rice.

     it is raining heavely and the water has begun
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Needle by needle
The tunes for the fiddle
Press by press
The pink caress
The up and down
The silky gown
Sideways too
The silky hue
The muslin sheen
The fluid violin
The orange sun
With love spun
The slippery satin
The tender teens

The roof grows crack
The burlap sack
Coarse daytime
The internal rhyme
The needles of strife
The burlap life
The people...

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She was wearing her green satin dress,
      soft and silky;
often, she would touch the fabric to caress,
she was sleek elegant with skin milky.
      On a park bench she was reading,
     ...

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The moon is devouring my brothers/uncles/cousins/father/husband/sons

Last night my youngest son disappeared
We searched for him in the moonlight
(But I do not trust the moon)
She is a thief, fickle, many-faced liar
She deceives, manipulates
She is a crazy woman beckoning, then galloping away

Call her names
Better yet murder her
Gather her...

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Ole Tom Willy                                          ...

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Once upon a time.
She came with a dirty drill and bore a hole in my skull.
I was aware but didn't feel a thing.
She must have slipped a clove of ill intent. 
Into my green tea dream.

What she took was placed in a tiny burlap bag.
What...

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There she was back at her after-school job
Stashing away all she could for college
Always in her scruffy jeans and soiled blouse
Peeling potatoes from a burlap bag

Every weekend missing out on outings 
Her friends often came to the restaurant
From the back she heard them carrying on
She...

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We are clinging and clanging all over this morning-night,
Fearlessly making every noise we can,
Trying to wake up the day.
And it is only three a.m.
I am inanimate. How do I know that?
Cannot explain the how, but I do.
And I know my friend with the crystal bird...

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