Best Shopping Bag Poems

i make all stop
when i shop
for the holidays
my mind never fade
i just day dream
mabe i look mean
like a old hag
with my
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING BAGS...

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Had she looked back at me
Even for just a second ...
Our encounter might have been the stuff of tabloid frenzy. 
But she left quickly a...

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scrubbing with her hands
red stains from the priest's collar
- strawberry picking


choosing wallpaper -
the red-breasted cardinals
in my shopping bag 



Last night of harvest - 
reflection of...

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Grandma , I'm sorry but I'm bored
I just don't want to play out on my own
My mates have gone away 
On their annual holiday
and I...

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snow is falling, drifting, floating down like filigree
I stand discouraged in my doorway, flower shopping bag in hand -
perhaps, a cup of chamomile by...

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Oh my goodness
What have we here
The house work to do
I would rather not dare
Kids to feed plus the cat
If this is a humans life
You can...

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Why is it so hard to be happy
But so easy to be sad?
When I see how people treat each other
Sometimes it makes me so mad

It...

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In olden times things were saved or repaired
Old dresses stitched, boots and barrels staved
Worn-out clothing used as rags
No plastic wrap or bags
People believed in “A...

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when i got home from school
my mother was watching 
oprah again
with a shopping bag
of ice on her knee
when i asked her 
what happened
she said 

“i...

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The din awakens me
Hall smoke alarm screaming like a banshee
Smoke everywhere, though I see no flames
I reach up through the thick black fumes and yank...

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It was, I really must admit, with quite some trepidation
I braced myself and stepped up to the vacant self-serve station.
Placed my bag in readiness to...

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I’m in your reign
You command thunder
And stir lightning

I’m in your ring
Working nine to five
Sweating for your love

I’m in your train
It’s a one-way ticket
A nonstop trip...

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I had my plan memorized, 
and I picked the right time.
I walked into the bank 
when there was no line.
I walked up to the teller...

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Walks with her shopping bag on her arm,
A big heavy light leather bag,
Her Mary Poppins bag,

She wants her milk,
The green topped one for her tea,
She...

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An erotic lettuce leaf. Strip. Then consume. Consumption of consummation is quite colourful in a layered green hue. But how often barbarians liberate barbeques with...

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