Best Rucksack Poems

Alone,
slicked with sweat,
and hearing the locusts’ cries 
deep in my neck,
I stood over the remains 
of Sal Paradise.
 
The spotty grass 
around the tombstone
was browned...

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Such a good day for a walk
here in my favourite countryside
many times walked this pathway
blessed memories in my mind confined

All set with a rucksack on...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I...

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I wake up at the break of dawn
stretching, I stifle a huge yawn
then fumble for my coffee cup
at the break of dawn I wake up

I...

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Tent pegs, burnt legs
Sun cream, ice cream
Swimming trunks, squashed lunch
Peeling tum, after sun.

Dusty feet, collapsing seat
Folding table, electric cable,
Sleeping pods, fishing rods
Guide ropes foreign notes.

Ground...

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He crouches behind a false wall…hoping, praying,
Listening carefully to the commotion outside.
A knock on the door, another, two more!
They kick the door in and storm...

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Soul captivating bitter sweet
Hatred on a Manchester venue tweet
Sadness shades shape
Rucksack carrying 
hidden by a religious cape destroyer of souls
 
Shifting clouds
Of smoke in a...

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Amy’s Toys

A is animals on top of my bed
which are all laid out in a nice big spread

B is for banana a soft yellow fruit
I...

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Pedestrians are moving ups and downs the day can define the differences he experiences in the bathroom, cars buzzing their noise, around my understanding I...

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I let the sand run 
Through my fingers
Out of my hands 
Like a sift
However quick 
The sands may shift
Whatever distance 
I may drift
My heart 
Forever...

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The Burden of youth

 She was seventeen, and her boyfriend had left her
Life is more intense when you are young she wanted to commit 
Suicide...

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A Feeling So Fresh...

Ahh...! The streak of pain,
The rough floor
And the red stain.

How can I forget that agony?
They were five
And I was only.

They dragged me...

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I've yearned to cross the seven seas
and visit Paris, Athens, Rome;
or wander off to where I please
with rucksack, very far from home.

I'd love to see...

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The humiliation in my elbows is attaching itself to a rainbow current
Then it flushes my head

Your foot is trying to find dryland on my forehead

Lack...

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~CONFESSION~

A confession it was all
Freed my soul
Of the stacked sin of ages
Dare not to be spoken by the sages

He asked me to untie
The rucksack of...

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