Paper Bag Poems - Poems about Paper Bag

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...

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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 just left. The paper is mottled by damp winds, stained as if...

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

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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...

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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...

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

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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 I was never allowed to have real feelings. The Big Bad...

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

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

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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 what I can carry. I am a paper bag,  I’m not plastic,...

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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...

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Paper Bag Head Like musical notes my voice dissipates in the air ...

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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 tree; Opening gifts on eve of jubilee. Beside my loot stood a...

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

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

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