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I bought a bag, today
it is rectangular
I had forgotten about
the time you made fun of them,
and as I checked out,
I remembered.

I cried.

she looks like you.
i miss her so bad
Shea Feb 27
You thought I was a bird,
But I am just a paper bag.
Johnny walker Feb 26
Nothing more beautiful than a clear night laid wrapped In a sleeping bag with your sweetheart gazing upon
the darkened night
sky
All those amazing star lightings up the Inky black sky laid there picking out Identifying the constellations the occasional shooting star out the corner if your
eye
Sometimes an aeroplane crossing beneath the stars  holiday jets people going away or perhaps returning then to fall asleep whilst watching the
stars
Nothing like laying In a sleeping bag under the stars picking out all the constellations and falling to sleep with your sweetheart
Melody Feb 14
With nimble hands, the opening of a plastic
bag transpires,
Dire need to consume food, edge of bag rips
A roar of condemnation, sneering at you
Contents of food fly out from its captivity,
Dispersed across the floor like lawn sprinkler
water

With frightened eyes, overcome with the rush
of tears as if they were competing to fall out of
them,
Food stares at you and relishes in its final
moments,
Should I abide by the five-second ru–
A gargantuan foot bears down on food, like one
slamming his foot abruptly on car brakes
Cccrunchhhh, cccrunchhh...

Such a tragedy!
But, by the way, this pair of shoes sure look
better than mine
With nimble hands, you seize the individual by
the neck and–
Sssnapppp, ppopppp...
Dire need to feel remorse, but none embraces
you

With nimble hands, the opening of a plastic bag
transpires,
Don't ever touch my food.
Thank you.
Don't you hate it when you eat a snack from a plastic bag, open it up, only to witness one of the edges ripping?
Deb Jones Oct 2017
I have a Army green
Duffle bag with one strap

A drawstring its only lock

One bag, just as big as me.

It’s filled to the brim with all my sins

With my regrets

With my dreams

With my sickness

With my heart

With my education

With my sons

With books filled with chapters
That I am too scared to reread

With books filled with chapters
That would tear my heart apart

With my tears

With the shadows of all my fears

With the sum of me

I put one more ounce in it every day

I pack it in tight so it will stay

Then pull the drawstring closed

I can’t empty this bag
And it travels with me wherever I go

It’s here with me now
3000 miles away from home

I love you
I don’t want to hurt you

Don’t want you to think you are unworthy

But you don’t realize I have this bag
Made up of all I am, all I ever was

You are worth more than an ounce

And that bag?
It’s filled to the brim.

This Army Green duffle bag
With a fragile drawstring for a lock.

I think....I need a new bag.
But it feels like
I would be throwing myself away.
Maxim Keyfman Dec 2018
next to the totem I'm standing
make a square make
numbers and runners ran
down your sweet ice
and I'm standing with a totem make
square number of knowledge of the way

red stripes and green
wild huge sharp eyes
big long bright tongue
like my late friend
like a friend of my past winters
oh I will never see him again

squares like circle circles like rhombuses
oh yeah i know what a circle is i know
what is square and know what is
rhombus red and green yellow
colors i know i'm near orange
desert and no this is my bag of light

19.12.18
R Dec 2018
This pain ages old
Which follows me everywhere i go
This life full of secrets
Stories untold
The bag full of screams
And memories that I can’t let go
What a journey life is
But now all i wanna do is let it go
To commit a sin
So sinful
That will truely set me free
Free from this bag
Which i am not able to throw
And be free
There are few memories that no matter what you can never let go, they might have occurred when you were a child but they don’t let you go no matter how hard you try
MrsFootePoems Nov 2018
I dont want to be
Your verbal punching bag. So
Please just set me free
Glenn Currier Sep 2018
Several college students stood around
arguing about the meaning of God.
Nearby sat an old Indian woman.
They asked her what she thought.

With a wan smile
she took a small blue bowl
from a plastic shopping bag
laid the crinkly bag on her lap
and pointing to it she said
“This is the universe.”
Then she pointed inside the bag’s opening
and said,
“This is God.”
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