Paper Bag Poems - Poems about Paper Bag

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog tre......Read the rest...

...“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.” Chuck Palahniuk Is there such a metaphor as an avalanche of time? E......Read the rest...

...The twisting and turning snatches of light are back on the wall I can't decypher them - they don't have messages within There's more to be known from snatches of caught words than prepared words ......Read the rest...

...Lock the doors, pull the shades, close the blinds and draw the curtains. Hide the kids in the tub, turn out the lights, do not breathe and be very, very quiet. Up the street comes a neighb......Read the rest...

...He claimed he had no faith They “begged to differ” Quoting all manner of …. He sat one day musing Wrestling the conundrum Of “faith or no faith” An old woman sat On an adjacent bench Crin......Read the rest...

...The night comes near a end You hear your mom's car pull up in the driveway As she unloads the car you see a shiny light illuminating "What's that?" you think to yourself As she sets the bro......Read the rest...

...I have no metaphoric explanation for how I feel If I try to summon something to mind, I find an empty paper bag that held sweets, with bits of sugar at the corners Slightly crinkled, the sugar re......Read the rest...

...Guerrilla war in the Athens Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for......Read the rest...

...I'm in a paper bag And nothing inside WITH me but plasticware Where the plastic forks and knifes and spoons NEEDED to eat the unprepared fake food In unsettled in my bowels I'VE d......Read the rest...

...I am not sure when I was given the Gift of the Gab, I know my brother was first to take it out of the bag, As soon as he was able to grab. It took me longer to take a peek into the bag, But wh......Read the rest...

...[Absolutely not, by any stretch of the imagination, based upon or influenced by or pertaining to any TV or radio production known as, but not exclusively limited to, “Sesame Street”… your honour!]......Read the rest...

...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 disca......Read the rest...

...finding shapes in clouds or four-leaf clovers in fields . . . the child’s eye searches What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For me it means searching for things of wond......Read the rest...