Best Backpack Poems

Hold on tight 
    A journey begins 
    Not in the crowded city streets 
    A journey of high mountains 
    as close to heaven 
    that you think you...

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Another poem. Another story to tell. Another journey to partake in. May this poem be for those how seem lost and know not which way to take. May this story open your eyes so that you know that no matter what, losing faith or hope...

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You wore your heart pinned on your backpack

no concern for nobody, not even yourself

You saw nothing but shapeless clouds and colored glass

mistakes lie behind you and before you

all over your path

you took whatever came

rotten, second hand things

looked for happiness in every wrong place

but then it...

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The universe lay at his feet
        Sun brilliant o'erhead
     The ocean stretches forever
        Wheat fields before him spread

     Armed with a diploma
 ...

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neighborhood children

     board the old yellow bus...

           sad eyed dog walks home...

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no plans laid 
I always stray
the tickets paid
going one way 
and decision made
no better not to stay 
never to stop 
walk, fly or a quick drop
I want to remain alive...

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I like to take day hikes
out in nature under a blue sky
among the shades of green
and I need very little
water
   a snack
      a camera
            a diary to...

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Your like my backpack
So heavy and stiff
Do you ever get tired of carrying that sack around?
It's heavier than mine
Except i can't see it

No one can
No one even knows it's there
To be honest i don't think that anyone else really cares
Does it bother you that heavy...

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Buy here. Why in it some or small for all will not fall your backs your rack get. A BAcKPACK...

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This morning, I packed my soul into a backpack worn by unfulfilled dreams,
Leaving behind the noise of the city that grinds my existence like a rusty windmill.
I set out on unknown roads, where silence weaves spider webs between reality and dreams,
And my shadow dances alone...

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I throw it out then bring it back
A somewhat hoarder, I have that knack
I keep in mind the things I love
Then store them back within my hub
A sound of music a touch of scent
Allows nostalgia a place to vent
A memory made or thought perhaps lost
A...

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They walk alone no home its here everywhere there things all they bring it snow rain it apain  bag is stack HomeLess AND BACKPACK....

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A pillowcase backpack, camping under the kitchen table. 
Lost in imagination, deaf to strife. 
In every way full of wonder of life. 

Holed up in a couch cushion bunker. 
Barefoot and bare chested. 
Taking aim to fire a one-eyed shot. 
Make believe enemies threaten an...

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L-et Wednesday woes end, 
L-et light Thursday start; 
O-bliterate the doubt, 
Y-our worries all
D-epart.

A-llow the sun to come, 
R-ising above the horizon; 
J-ust let the twilight fade, 
A-s the dawn stops the
Y-awn.

O-ne backpack contains
R-ed rubber shoes, not scraps; 
I-t's time to carry on your back
A-nother...

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There once was a lad we all called him Mack
To carry his snacks, he had a backpack
While taking a snooze,
His backpack he’d lose
Somewhere, someone was enjoying a snack...

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