Paper Bag Poems - Poems about Paper Bag

Just a - Haiku's

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 did  you
It was her face I did see
It was

A Brown Paper Bag

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 just left.

The paper is mottled by damp winds,
stained as if

A Brown Paper Bag In a Parking Lot

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 is mottled
by damp roaming winds,
stained as if hands had clutched

Tribute To the Paper Bag Princess Book

Will she ever guess his name?
Will she be able to spin straw into gold?
Will she ever find her prince?
Will she ever find out she is a princess?

Will she ever get to walk the path without a wolf?
Will she ever get those cookies to grandma?
Will she ever be able to come out of the tower?
Will fairy

Paper Bag Seagulls

Paper bag seagulls
scrawl across the
dying day
Slivers of disappointed rain
hang within the air
Darkness slowly suffocates
as chill wraps his arms around
my broken shoulders
Crested puddles
seek refuge in my shoes
Clothes plastered to my limbs trying
to keep warm
As the new born night
steals the light of passing cars and lamps
breathing in the antidote
of mixed rain and sprayed wind
that cures the poisoned

Paper Bag People

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 kept their secrets
Unless I gave them cash
So many friends I've

Boogie Woman Big Bad Wolf and Paper Bag Man

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 I was never allowed to have real feelings.

The Big Bad

The Brown Paper Bag

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 I wondered how—
How could somebody leave a bag, what could

The Paper Bag Princess

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 you,” she said, “And is interesting stuff.”
The unique illustrations are

Paperbag

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 what I can carry.

I am a paper bag, 
I’m not plastic,

An Old Brown Paper Bag

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 stain

It's really so vulnerable like us all
so light easily prone

Paper Bag Head

Paper Bag Head




                      Like musical notes my voice dissipates in the air

                      

Special Paper Bag

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 tree;
Opening gifts on eve of jubilee.

Beside my loot stood a

The Paper Bag

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 black marker
On your bottom, and made you anew 
Little green

Paper Bag Princeless

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 to sing, we used to joke around. 
Before those brown

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