Short Paper Bag Poems
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I’m not shy about my sins;
most I know,
and some you’ve caught.
Yet,I have a love that sings
straight through my eyes,
and for that, poets won't write my faults.
I have a little china clown, he sits upon a shelf.
I got it from my sister, she bought it for herself.
But she never really loved it. That was plain to see.
So she stuffed it in a paper bag and dumped the thing on me.
Sip of my life from the brown paper bag.
Brown like down town, or clear
like tap water, it doesn't
f*ckIng matter, I'll drink it.
I'll drink the swill from leftover
cans at community college parties.
I wrote my dreams on the back of a paper bag.
Stuffed them down inside an empty bottle of Chianti
and threw it into the ocean.
The tide rolled it right back to me,
with words as wet as my eyes.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved.
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 neighbor
holding a
brown paper bag.
Zucchini...By Charlie Knowlton.
I can’t remember the date of my death
For the life of me.
I scribbled it down on a fragment of brown
Paper bag. Now where can it be?
For I’d hate to miss out on that vital event;
I have to be there,
With everyone dressed in their ebony best—
Else they’ll think I had nothing to wear!
Cat
That swallowed
The canary
Your
Restless movement
Makes me
Smile
Darting eyes
And swishing tail
With your need for speed
And
Your love for adventure
I
Can
See that twinkle
Devilish smile
Hidden in a paper bag
You crinkle
Cat that swallowed the canary
Curiosity killed the cat
But Alberto’s
Brought him back
Form:
Dark day,
early spring
John O'Sullivan's
memorial bench
He sits,
watching river
run by,
jacket open
Bottle uncapped,
paper bag
from hand
to mouth
He drinks,
watching river
run by,
water's high
Glassy eyes,
cigarette smoke
clinging near
John's bench
He cries,
watching river
bottle empty,
heart broken
The cashier guy was eyeing her
In ways enthusiastic.
She thought that he was cute as well;
His smile was just fantastic.
She took her ponytail apart,
Removing the elastic;
And struck a sexy pose, a move
A bit extreme and drastic.
Alas, it didn’t work because
He uttered, quite sarcastic.
“Calm down there, miss – and would you like
A paper bag or plastic?”
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 just a
Regret meeting you
Nearly lost the one I want
You were just a
By Cathrin Stuart
She asked me what I’d like to do?
My reply
Sit on a bench and watch the wind
Watch the wind? She laughed
Yea I replied,Watch The wind blow over water, and making ripples.
Watching the wind blow into a brown paper bag, watching how it feels the bag makes it big makes it smaller the wind can do anything
Then it all gets interrupted when I heard someone cry
The wind herds
the brown-paper bag leaves
pell-mell along the river of asphalt.
Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy.
Mini cyclones scatter street rubble.
Flags whack poles with great abandon
and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard.
Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter.
The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder
shines lemon ice upon the day.
his hands and mind fluttered
he hit home runs in practice
in his solitude
under the sheets of loneliness
over the view of rose petals
the roar of the crowd wasn't in his dreams
or real love
the sound of pigeons trapped in a paper bag
fluttering, fluttering
frenetic ... was
he once tried his hand ...
... at sweet blossoms and lily pads
his hands and mind fluttered
connie pachecho
2/10/17
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 scales, some red and yellow
Hooray, the day has come! All hail!
The dragon that guards the tea party!
behind the plastic barrier,
behind the black mask,
behind the goggles,
behind the paper bag,
behind closed eyes,
behind snorkel,
behind chaste lips,
muffled but cheery,
“hello!”
two eyes peer out
from cut out holes,
like the unknown comic -
a peerless booking.
perhaps, chaps,
the pandemic lasts
and lasts,
with a song and a dance -
a gong-tastic self-checkout.
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 day.
she lay upon the cloud tops
ignorant of her rags
on her back loose feathers
stuffed into a sack
because she shined with silver
he thought she could fly
but those who are born soaring
never needed to try
suits, boots, life impaired
self-contained in a paper bag
he begs for her to love him
burning with a desire
ferocious as a tiger
caged in glass
imprisoned within his fear
the heart won't let her near
Form:
NP- NOISE OF PAIN
curse and scream from your lungs
slap me with words like I am a rag
throw the venom while kids hear the pangs
kicking my heart sucked in torn paper bag
this is the noise of agony stabbed
I’m no longer a victim under your spell
that sweet voice I had once loved
drives me to walk out from your sharp shell
(c)
Susan Burch's Contest: Offensive Odors/ Noise Polllution
The Curse of Seclusion
The emaciated dog so lonely it sought company
by looking into a puddle. Afar glittering street light
It had been there seeking food and shelter, but had
been chased away even, by those who had lapdogs.
It heard step, an old man walking slowly bent down
opened a paper bag and fed the cure bread crumbs.
The dog thought “apparently he thinks I´m a duck,
that´s ok, I´m so hungry and lonely it will have to do.”
Winding, shadowy etches
come whispering at my window
Night whispers, the whimper
of the wind
Blow blue - wailing as you go
Crawl inside an empty paper bag
and play me tunes of the moors
Give me lonesome tonight
Hollow dirges tonight
Reality is the whisper of grass
on a back fence, and the crying
of an empty swing
Some shred caught in a car door
struggles to twist free
with a slap and tug and creak
Whisper me lies and benedictions
I cannot bear the truth
In my jacket pocket
I once found a banknote
Completely forgotten
In my trouser pocket
I once found a banknote
Washed to extinction
I said I didn’t need it
The banknote discretely placed
In my packpocket
Walking down main street
I once found a banknote
Blowing softly in the wind
I remember my first payday
Banknotes and coins in a paper bag
Placed into my jacket pocket
Today I found a face mask
Same colour as a serious banknote
In my jacket pocket
McDonalds was to me childhood fun
Hamburger with ketchup and pickles
On a toasted bun
Small fries and a strawberry milkshake
Was the best meal
A kid ever ate
It was a treat to go out and eat
For stingy dad the price was cheap
Today I order online
Get my favorites in no time
The big paper bag has three seals
Not one fry could the driver steal
With each bite I smile
It's like seeing an old friend
Takes me back to innocence
As a young boy again
A patient came out of the patient's room
Into the doctor's office lobby zoom
A brown paper bag
Held in his hand sag
Declared, "I'll share my lunch" with loud boom
My husband with humorous thought said
They go good with salad and no bread
The patient then spoke
Croutons atop bloke
Laughter and twinkle between unsaid
At least he had a sense of humor..
When they weighted me I came
back out and told my husband
I just found out that I am way too
short..
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 wonderful, the dragon is really scary.
It makes you think maybe you don’t have to be in such a hurry to marry.
Porcelein plate, silver fork.
Tea cup, eggs and toast.
Seven days of normalicy,
some rely on the most.
Paper bag, folded napkin.
Thermos, sandwhich and chip.
Without that noon time lunch note,
who knows where one might slip.
Porcelein plate, silver fork.
Pot roast, potatoe dinner.
Heaven forbid and don't be late,
or you might become a sinner.
To late for me, in the fridgadair light,
up for a midnight snack.
I missed too many meal time calls,
and am now the village quack.