Short Bag Lady Poems
Short Bag Lady Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bag Lady by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bag Lady by length and keyword.
No Shoes Mary
she is BAG LADY
some say she is shade
i see her everyday
i must say
she is contary
i call her
NO SHOES MARY...
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Categories:
bag lady, adventure, confusion,
Form:
Light Verse
Bag Lady
she has a cart
fill with art
sleep and eat
in a parking lot
she must be hot
loads of cloth
some call her sade
the
BAG LADY...
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Categories:
bag lady, adventure, confusion,
Form:
Light Verse
Bag Lady
some are young and old
like giveing soul
about to fold
they carry a load
mabe gold or cloths
i new one her name was
sade
i call her s
BAG LADY...
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Categories:
bag lady, sad,
Form:
Light Verse
Flo the Bag Lady
She slept upon a bench,
Her snores annoyed a guy.
He told her to shut up,
And stabbed her in the eye. *
*A true story about an elderly bag lady, who was murdered at a local bus station....
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Categories:
bag lady, death,
Form:
Rhyme
The Bag Lady
She humbles herself
With her lack of ambition
A stain of sadness
In all that she wears
She mumbles through life
With words of conviction
banished from gladness
by guilt that she bears
She crumbles inside
From a need for contrition
A martyr for madness
she sits and she stares...
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Categories:
bag lady, angst, depression, devotion, hope, people, sad, visionary
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Please Move That Bag
Earlier I left a message to move a suspect bag
The one abandoned where I park my jag
I caught a whiff and most disgusted did gag
The offensive item must belong to Bag Lady Mag
I see her daily dressed in the same dirty stinky rag
With frumpy socks around her knees that sag
She’s really pretty sweet though I feel like such a nag
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 28, 2019...
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Categories:
bag lady, nonsense, poverty, silly, word play,
Form:
Monorhyme
On Train Trestle
On Train Trestle
Bag Lady laid down her head on train trestle
Waiting for the locomotive
The bridge took on a new dimension
Iron and timber became her bed
As she bent with them
Her pillow was the rail
A candle nestled in one hand
A knife held in the other
They symbolized a need for love
Or her desire to simply die
It does not matter at this time
Enlightenment came over her
Rolled down the line like thunder
In the dead of night
On trestle train...
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Categories:
bag lady, change, dark, death, identity, image, psychological, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Bag Lady
Bag Lady
Chicago’s North Side
This senior citizen
whose face is Rushmore still
squats with pigeons on the steps
of the Rogers Park Masonic Temple.
She wears a shawl this snowy day
and is beneath the visor of a hunting cap
a woman who has paused along the way.
Her shopping bags, stuffed, frayed,
and each square feature of her face, confess
she speaks at best a little English.
Rested, she will rise,
a penguin on a floe,
and navigate her day.
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
bag lady, life
Form:
Free verse