Dufflebags poems on Hello Poetry

Antony Padilla Sep 2012

Inspired by Time by Hans Zimmer

slogging through the snow
weighed under
the weight of all i know
baggage on my back
in desperate need
of anything but facts
and there she stands
the wind whistling through her hair
and the fingers of her outstretched hands
her face is flushed
but her legs are pale
i must
work harder
work faster
she'll catch cold
in that billowing
pink sundress
unless i run fast
and grab her fully
in my strong embrace
and kiss her sweetly
spreading my warmth
to her numb face
but these bags
won't let me act
or else not fast enough
she collapses
landing rough
on her delicate knees
i can tell
that she needs me
so i cast aside
all on my back
the suitcases
the backpacks
and dufflebags
pounds and pounds
leave my shoulders
and drop
to the white ground
with a quiet, crunchy thump
her face is falling
im growing frantic
taking off everything and anything
that might slow me down
it seems as though the snow is getting deeper
the closer i get to her
she's still falling
as if in slow motion
long curly hair
swirling behind her
like one million crescent moons
im leaping snow drifts now
but i will get to her soon
her face slaps
the ground
and the cry of one billion snowflakes
echos magnified in my ear
i reach her
and turn her over
and see a face
blue and quiet
with frozen tears
stopped halfway down her cheek
and suddenly
mine are flowing free
if only...
if only i had dropped everything sooner
i thought
as this living man
cradled someone
who was not

Alexandria Hope Jun 2015

Baggage Claim

I unzip all the progress I've made, like a suitcase,
And it all comes tumbling out, every accomplishment,
Every moment I felt a little bit lighter and a little bit better,
I am suffocating. The air is tight and heady and I am choking on it.
I shouldn't be here - shouldn't be here - don't want to be here
Where on earth should I be instead?
It's clammy, I'm queasy, I dread this
Let me throw it all away
Hide my baggage in a dumpster, hide my thrice ****** worries in an
ashtray
Brand name purses of tightly packed I-feel-betters
Lost in luggage claim, their discount replacement from customer service
Just another lie to swallow.
I don't want to wake up again, again, until I have my piece of the world
To own. To fret over. To fill. To be prided on and loved in.
Until then I am a jumble of taut nerves and plans
If no one's got one, then I should have, and
Backpacks, dufflebags, crates, I shouldn't have left my happiness
In things that would arrive too late

Johanna Dec 2016

2016.09.27

a sheeplish jaywalker
followed confidently by three others.*

I swim through people:
laps in the waves of arms

doggypaddle through
people and their backpacks
their breifcases, dufflebags
hockey sticks, saxophones, babies

mohawks, fauxhawks
pleas for change, professions of Christ.

offerings of pretzels and
poorly aged hotdogs
cheap sunglasses, perfume

not one, but two delirious people
drift to sleep on my shoulder.

I swim on.

Bloodline of King Yashayah Dec 2019

Lavish Pauper's

Treat my pen independent stuck to a paper sentence
Its like jail time written haters still hittin' and shittin'
mad cuz I'm strengthening curve the lengthening
To the heights of china great walls guns brawls
Equates to ya downfall standing tall no close calls?
Humpty Dumpty they tried to turn me into
But this shell hard to crack dipped in black skin
Sage to sin reliving my past with the kins spins
A jazz ragtime tunes i turn ****** tunes
Stay huntin like Daniel Boone wrapped Ina caccoon
Couldn't break the butterfly effect whos next?
We got checks to flex and pecs with bullets to inject
Though I may come off picky number one like Ricky
Bobby if ya not first ya last tryna miss the cask
Keep the Jason mask for the simple task
Eight heads in a dufflebags along with toetags
For emcees i had to bag dont mean to brag
From guns that don't jet lag still leaning on a stag
Hate **** maxed out Benz's to jags price rags
dont mean nothing well feelin' like sonnys cartel
Cuz my clan spark gats well make melons swell
Attitude rude like the Dutch in a kind mood
I'm in the groove water filling up empty cracks
From my flow penetrating mother nature's vessels

All known savage lavish havoc forcing gavage
Stomachs ya food for thought most love to be caught up
Under the worlds display i delay spray AKs
If you try to walk hard this way changing days
Mother nature has to obey what a creator says
Still sippin' tangeray blunt to my mouths singin' Olè
They don't want no doomsday either way
I'll still pave a way industry heirloom bloom
Gossipers into a room sudden Kabooms
Grenade rock smokin off the clocks of Glocks
It dont stop sick with our war paths no laughs
Cant dodge the draft invitation too deaths blood craft cremations
Ashes to dust put no trust let the oxygen rust
From the steels ya body feels keep a head shield
For fools aimmin' at my crown it goes down
Hallow point joints let the lyrics annoint
Could even make Tut jump out of the tombs
Timbaland boots matching the Lexus coupe
I'm from Texas where killaz stay forever reckless
30 inch plus necklaces from million dollar chexes
Roll me with the ravioli feelin' like Stoney
Jackson get mad bed action chicks in satisfaction
Lavish lifestyles i pile with much fatal attractions

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