Best Paper Bag Poems

There it is blowing in the wind
having no control of its own
the wind which you cannot see
controls it as fully as it's blown

That little old brown paper bag
tells a picture of life so mundane
we live here getting blown all around
knocked about leaving one many a...

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All the people I've known 
Are holding hands with the empty promises they made 
So they are not alone 
When day breaks
And everyone keeps getting in the way
Saying this and this
Doing nothing nothing
Feeling better with the apathy
Someone never held me
And glued me back together
Unless I...

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Paper Bag Head




                      Like musical notes my voice dissipates in the air

            ...

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Sad, sad little paper bag
No one brought you to school
Nobody listened to the crinkle
Of a sandwich being lifted out of you 
Folded up and left in the junk drawer 
All hope was lost, deflated and defeated 
Until, one day, some little hands
Drew your eyes with...

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Hours before tolls rang of Christmas midnight
My godchild quite young, cuddled me real tight,
Above, he pointed at the biggest star
Then named it after me, brilliant from afar.

My heart sang with his boyish thoughtfulness
Amidst revelry, cheers started to progress
Tidings and food graced the house and pine...

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Another paper bag sits on the table.
Just haunting me with memories of how life used to be, 
memories of how you used to be. 
For before those paper bags with those four letters on them, 
LCBO, 
came into play we used to laugh, 
we used...

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I’m not shy about my sins; 
most I know,
and some you’ve caught.
Yet,I have a love that sings
straight through my eyes, 
and for that, poets won't write my faults....

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Filtering out images of homeless minds
drinking soda pop
in brown paper bags.
Dreaming of flying to
neon lights
plastered like
mirrors
on the wall.
We talk allot about tomorrow.
Future plans.
Illusions we pretend
are as real
as the knives
we have created.
Throwing balls against the dirt.
Tossing words like
jangled wounds
into the
fires of remorse.
Hide and seek, that is
the...

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The Paper Bag Princess written and illustrated by men,
A fantastic lesson that quickly empowers women.
If you have not read it, it packs a life-changing punch.
Illustrated by Martchenko, written by Robert Munsch.
This sparse, children’s book was given to me by my college prof.
“It reminds me of...

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Boogie Woman comes in between my cell layers at night
She punches me up and charges me up into my fierce fighting mode
I yell and scream my truth and she laughs, gulping my rage and my indignation.
Boogie Woman knows me better than I know myself 
for...

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A pregnant bulge
with an angular stretch and twist,
something firmer than a sandwich.
A dirty diaper?
Bundles of illicit dollar?

I once found a dead parakeet
wrapped in a discarded paper bag,
when I dropped it in disgust
its head lolled out,
one dull eye fixed upon
the space I had just left.

The paper...

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THE BROWN PAPER BAG

While walking down a path one day a paper bag lay there
I saw such things so many times, I wondered why I cared.
It was light brown like other bags, but what was different now
Was it was not an empty bag, and so...

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It looks almost full or half empty.
A pregnant bulge
something firmer than a sandwich
less firm than a brick.
A dirty diaper?
Something worse?

Once I found a dead parakeet
wrapped in a discarded paper bag,
when I dropped it in disgust
its head lolled out,
one dull eye fixed upon
the space I had...

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I am a paper bag.
I am only as good as what I can carry.

I am a paper bag, I am.
I’m not the smart one,
I’m not the successful one
I’m not the tall one who always won and 
Then died. 
I am a paper bag.
I’m only as good as...

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Just a  Haiku’s

You made me dumb drunk
I gave a  for your mind
It was just a 

Dim of mind you are
Thinking that a  is love
It was just a 

Paper bag o'er head
Is how I wished you to be
It was just a 

When I...

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