Bag Poems - Poems about Bag

...Having a neighbourhood is not the best to be honest. I read the book of brotherhood of the rose on the bench. My eyes were itching, Falling close, often times. I haven't slept days. My bag was f......Read the rest...

...’m tired of being left in the cold only to find you turned on a fire to save me from going alone The strings attached to your sins were bowling balls coming at me for your so called win. And ......Read the rest...

... The rash upon my wrist awaits the railroad track Nail to penetrate my flesh ......Read the rest...

...You ran across the hall, I stood infront our schools mall. Hm, shall I buy the chocolate bread or Snack Bar though? How much money do I even have with me, I think my bag is low. I felt a gently......Read the rest...

... even though the world's heavy and the fog thick in San Francisco when love sinks a battleship i know that if i were to dip into a bag of some fried mozzarella sticks off a North ......Read the rest...

...It was a hot day, I was on my way back from Spar, carrying a bag of groceries. I walked past the lilac bushes in bloom, past the annex to the medical centre with its small car park, rounding my house......Read the rest...

...It can travel upward and inward or downward and outward Once bestowed this gift, man must decide whether to go forward or backward Whether to go back or forth many men will never ponder or know ......Read the rest...

...Part of my soul severed by their ruthless oppression, demoralization and exploitation of a frightened and abandoned child. Part of me drowning in detrimental sorrow as a 10 yr. old coerced by the ......Read the rest...

...A tattooed cross hung agonizingly there Dangling lazily from her apple tree Pleading with me to save her soul For she is lost in lust. She urged me to carry on To quickly get the act done. He......Read the rest...

...his seeking caughts my attention, or maybe it just made the impression? ,,Today I used to play-" ,,You know, michael asked me about yeah if I want to come and.." I always regret saying anything......Read the rest...

...Why is it that a garbage bag when full and being “put out” will always lean in exactly the opposite direction to the one you’re aiming for no matter how you position that bag before putting......Read the rest...

...I’m moving down a forest trail, wooden canyon on my right side, above, on thermals, raptors glide, always inspires without fail. I hear a rustle before me, and wonder just who that could be? ......Read the rest...

...It’s a world of contradiction And the truth is hard to see. Yes, the path is full of dangers Leading where I would not be. I’ve been wrong in my decisions When my thoughts were not of you. And ......Read the rest...

...While they are waiting downstairs- I write. While they are patient- I write. While they are angry and bored- I write. My parents weren’t about to leave without me. I put my pen in my bag. I coul......Read the rest...

...After numerous threats on our lives after the domestic violence with my abuser after I returned from Tampa testifying in a murder trial I was finally healing several therapist home visits my......Read the rest...