Future Will Be Better

    Future Will Be Better        By:Cole

Life was bustling

for this elderly bag

Today,

life is now a drag

Live for the future

Devastation

upset,

and defintetly

depressed

Live for the future

In a blue funk

abandoned

Live for the future

Airtight the bag

Life will adjust

like a piece of mechanism in a factory

No more down in the dumps

Focus on my secret life

I'm just a little fish in a big blue ocean

Savor the times I still have left

I am  my own

Chosen One

Live for the future

for the future

shall be better

Hope

Hope

By Gustav Guenther

Hope

Night time hanging

In a closet like a shovel in a shed.

I felt edgy but still could 

hardly Wait to be used.

Hope

I'm still in the closet.

Unsure like a bear in a cave

Questioning.  Will life be

better?

Hope

Still unsure

Like that bear in that cave

Life might be better.

An unknown Adventure.

The doors open and light floods in.

I was grabbed and helped,

to make my adventure

to Paris.

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My Secret Friend

Conrad Kromann

My bag has two straps that hugs me

it carries what I can't, also my secrets

rough on the outside soft inside

If you care fore it, it cares for you

A person gave it up, and found a new one

I gave the ancient bag a new life

If you care for it, it cares for you

The ancient bag was quality and helpful

the new bag turned out to be fun

but didn't last

so now he was without

If you care for it, it cares for you

Invest in quality

Maintain the quality

and friendship will last forever

If you care for it, it cares for you

we will discover new things together

we will develop together

and we will stay together

So if you care for it, it cares for you

   

Oh My Neglected Soul

  The Neglected Soul

I am a donated light storage room of secrets

That has been heart broken, abandoned and in  sore sorrow in the deepness

Oh My rejected Soul

I was in false light oh how didn't I know 

Now I am in the depths of  horrid darkness for all I know

Without much hope like a dying disappearing soul

Oh My Rejected Soul

I don't know what I did wrong
 but all I know is that they don't love me.
Oh My Neglected Soul
I have something no one knows it is more important and
 way much bigger than anything
like a big heart
LOVE IS WHAT IT IS
That"s what I  own
and no one wants to see it
Oh My Neglected soul
I may continue in horrible darkness,
But I will move on to a new sparkling light
A sun that will soon explode like my poor bag heart
And my poor old storage room  bag will stay in darkness
Oh My Neglected Soul
Indeed it might
but still I have faith like a graceful swan
I don't want to lose her beautiful face and ways
But maybe I don't have a Rejected soul after all
Even if she not mine
I didn't get that rejected at the end

There are many people around me.

The Temerarious Bag

 The Temerarious Bag              By: Apurva Desai


The bag travels the world like a soldier in rain,

The bag travels the world with his shoulders in pain,

Some people say he's been driven madly insane.

Oh! How he loved the world!



He was very shy and stayed at home,

Now he's like Tarzan in a big jungle dome. OOO! OOO! OOO!

Oh! How he loved the world!



The bag is lightning waiting to strike,

The bag tries stunts on his big blue bike!

Oh! How he loved the world!


He'll do any thing that he hasn't done yet,

he'll bathe with piranhas for a small little bet.

Oh! How he loved the world!


He's not afraid to go try out new things,

He'll come and eat up yummy alligator wings.

Oh! How he loved the world!


The bag will not regret anything he did

He'll just say " Hey I ate that ginormous squid!"

Oh! How he loved the world!

The Falling Bag

BY:Francesco Di Domenico

The Falling Bag

Francesco 

 An icy shape falling down from the sky, like a man who is partying all night.

 Taking me and making me your friend.

You take me and make me a ball and create a snowmen and get presents.

 But in summer i melt away and the fun is destroyed.

 Taking me and making me your friend.

 I fall of the sky like rain falls of clouds, and falling on you.

 Everybody wants to mess around with me!

And kids are having fun and i say happy Christmas.

 Taking me and making me your friend.



The Bag's Adventure

    The Bag's Adventure

Thrown out and bedraggled

Cracked and disabled
Turquiose and dusty
Another adventure

A golden little lady
Discovered me sticking
To the jagged ground
Took my baby like arms
Another adventure

Over the twinkiling ocean
Under the mysteries mountains
Swinging with the waterfalls
Another adventure

Watching T.V.
Nibbiling some popcorn
Loving my life
Another adventure

Snuggled in my fluffy bed
The room with sparkiling lights
Drifting away like a snow storm
Another Adventure

Bag Poem

BAG POEM

By John Stuart Bobrow

The musty, mythological, mysterious, old bag

 Sat in his corner and cried. 

Because who would want an old and ancient bag?

 And sat in his sorrow and sighed

The ancient bag, as ancient as any Pharaoh that existed

As old as gods and goddesses of Olympus

Because who would want an old and ancient bag?

But sat in his corner and sighed

The dusty bag, as dusty as any Sumerian tomb

As sooty as an overgrown backyard

Because who would want and old and ancient bag?

I do, it’s my only bag

The Lonely Bag

Read it as you like!

Alon Haas

The bag is a life waiting to explore the world

It's a friend that you carry all your life, but never realize

How the bag means everything to me!

It survived some serious, scary adventures like a battleship in the ocean

But now, just waits in the closet like a magical, mysterious, musty broom

 How the bag means everything to me!

It is stuck, with no companions, like an old woman living alone

How the bag means everything to me!

Crash, a car hit the bag

Now, no one wants it

Oh,
how I want it back

The Bag's only Dream

The Bag's Dream    Jana Semaan

The bag was upbeat
He has a family
But a torn up family
Waiting to get adopted
An orphan in a line

The bag's dream

Dejected like a
Dog that has been          http://youtu.be/LNGEsU-BbHc
Kicked out of his
Own house

The bag's dream

Flung in a cupboard
A bee stuck in a jar
He has a family 

The Bag's Dream
                     
  JANA SEMAAN

the Bag's dream

The Bag's Dream

The black and green bag sat in the back of a cupboard and dreamed what if?

It dreamed that it was an airplane soaring through the sky, a green and black whirlwind

But it knows it’s just a bag

It dreamed it was a train traveling across the land a blur of colours and sound

But it knows it’s just a bag

It dreams of when it was new beaming on the shelf, shiny as gold

But it knows it’s just a bag

It wonders what will happen to it in future

But it knows it’s just a bag

It wonders why it had to be a bag not an airplane or bird or even a spoon

But it knows it’s just a bag

It questions what will happen in the future will it ever be used again

And then that moment comes.

By Louis Malatt

Ode To My Bag

Karim EL-Khazindar

ODE TO MY BAG

A Bag with a Story

A Bag with Strength

A Bag that I Love

It was strong but now its weaker

Day after Day, a Bomb is dropped

There is Violence

It seems like World War Two, in the bag, but it isn't, It is a Revolution

A bag That I love

It has a Story

A Bag that I Love

Forthcoming Greatness

That Bag is my Bag, And my Bag is my Nation

THE COMPANION

    By: Tommy                                                                                                                                                        
A companion that sticks with you in hard and easy moments

A Faithful Friend

He was with me since he was an ancient fossil, now he's my secret friend

Now and again you need a friend 

Other times you need to set him free

A Faithful Friend

Companions come and companions go

When the day ends we take our independent ways 

He takes South 

I'll take North 

The Faithful Friend                                                                         

Deserted by Jules Grelot

This bag has its meaning and it's mysteries

This bag is a jungle that hasn't revealed all of it's secrets

This bag has it's meaning and it's mysteries

This bag is alone

This bag has it's meaning and it's mysteries

This bag will change but not his knowledge

This bag has it's meaning and it's mysteries

This bag will be gone soon

Jules Grelot

A lonely friend

Elliot Levy
 Incredible on the inside.
reveal a story,
Nobody appreciate him.
inside love.
alone,alone but amazing
alone,alone but beautiful.
A sweet friend that is wonderful in the inside.
Someone may find him
See his real inside and where friends for eternity
alone,alone but amazing
alone,alone but beautiful
Look in the  inside and not outside
alone,alone but amazing
alone,alone but beautiful.

                                                       

Welcome

Welcome budding poets! I've enjoyed listening to you spin metaphors and similes, let's share your first poem with the class! Please post your poem and ensure that you comment on everyone's poem in the class. I look forward to reading your creative work! Mrs Hoegen