Short Bagging Poems
Short Bagging Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bagging by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bagging by length and keyword.
this for miles
the new style
it the new look
its got me hook
kids all around
where them down
some come off
when they dance
BAGGING PANTS
Categories:
bagging, adventure, future,
Form:
Light Verse
Tea party has another political victory
So pour the iced sweet tea in celebration
Tea bagging time tonight, oh me
Even Clinton and the Kenedy's can appreciate a tea invitation.
Categories:
bagging, funny, political
Form:
Quatrain
burlap
coarse, cheap
bagging, gardening, covering
potatoes, cork boards / ballet shoes, pillows
wedding, sleeping, dancing
silky, colorful
satin
Written March 12, 2018
Categories:
bagging, 11th grade, beautiful, garden, marriage, sleep,
Form:
Diamante
The fire Dance softly
Swaying side to side
Ebbing away soothing fumes
Sending fadeless smiles
Thus lighting the pathway
Inside the tunnel to the past
Reliving the moments
Why bagging a momentum
Package for the future
Categories:
bagging, inspirational, strength,
Form:
I do not know?
Being is something
Living is trying to bat
My nose is heavy
Can a noble effort produce me ?
I am an angel
It's a living at best
No one understands me
The sun came up
The earth stopped spinning
My finger does it's own movement
I am so scared
My pants are bagging
My smile is worn
The everyday elixir
I will not die
I will live
So says you
Categories:
bagging, age,
Form:
Ballad
My imagination
My creation
A wonder of greatness
Thoughts of highness
It is a world where I only travel alone
In it I have the power to attain all
No bugs buzzing or bags bagging
Tag all my weaknesses,
And build a tower of strength
To see over the horizons,
I sight with my mind
Imagination serves to save the world
And propels to be limitless.
Categories:
bagging, adventure, assonance, creation, fantasy, future, imagination, success,
Form:
Free verse
Trim prim lawns
Glistening dew drops
In the summer sun
Trim slim blades
Evaporating raindrops
In the summer sun
I hail you suburbia!
You who can neatly replace nature's disorder
And transform it into a methodical scheme
Of meterical dwellings and measurable property
You who is prepared for the chopping of unruly grass so green
And the bagging of it all in a plastic sack
Categories:
bagging, funny, summer, summer,
Form:
Verse
it's crunch time
bottom of the line
but i think that's
more meant to be
like i'm dying but
never give to that
which will make
you stronger
so i thought about
maybe bagging
groceries and
go figure i can
see myself
bagging an old
woman's
groceries
thinking
wow she has
all her faculties
but suddenly snap
back to reality
i'm bagging
groceries
for an
old
man
Categories:
bagging, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
More Poetry Writing Stimulus
Devour More Power Each Hour
Sour, shower, cower.
Bragging, dragging, sagging.
Nagging, bagging, gaging.
Hired, Expired, Fired.
Desired, Tired, mired.
Evolve, resolve, solve.
Involve, revolve.
Resist, persist, insist.
Enlist, missed, hissed.
Presumption, gumption, assumption.
Conclusion, delusion, collusion.
Pretended, amended, ended.
Bamboozle, streusel, refusal.
Jim Horn
Categories:
bagging, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
At the end of the season
bagging trash
worn out from holiness
Lights burning black holes
in bright windows
Longer nights circle narrowing days
sense of unseen toothless dogs
The thin smoke of merriment rising
out of colorless dawns
The children are sulky
their wishes all came true
someday close at hand
they will understand
Still it’s been
(if the amount of trash
counts for anything)
the very best one yet
Categories:
bagging, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
At the end of the season
bagging trash
worn out from holiness
Lights burning black holes
in bright windows.
Longer nights circle narrowing days,
sense of unseen toothless dogs.
The thin smoke of merriment rising
out of colorless dawns.
The children are sulky
their wishes all came true,
someday close at hand
they will understand.
Still it’s been
(if the amount of trash
counts for anything),
the very best one yet.
Categories:
bagging, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
At the end of the season
bagging trash
worn out from the holiness
missed or avoided.
Lights burning black holes
in bright windows.
Longer nights circle narrowing days,
sense of unseen toothless dogs.
The thin smoke of merriment rising
out of colorless dawns.
The children are sulky
their wishes all came true,
late in the evening
someday close at hand
they will understand.
Still it’s been (if the amount of trash
counts for anything),
the very best one yet.
Categories:
bagging, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
New is...New to life
Life is new
New is...Rising sun
Yellow view
New is...Burning eyes
Jell-O fries
Ever housed a homeless man
Jeopardies the jeopardy
Ever is Parody vision dream
Acaroid Jupiter's moon
Eating with paper spoons
Ever is...Energized cauterize portion
New to life
New is...Life is new
Rising sun
New is...Yellow view
All these things of 24th century
New is...Carpet bagging selling trout
This is my way of life
1/1/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
bagging, anxiety, hilarious,
Form:
Free verse