Packed Poems - Poems about Packed

Carefully Packed

Time is like a suitcase,
each moment carefully packed
for memory's journey.

This morning, I packed my soul into a backpack worn by unfulfilled dreams

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 on the hot asphalt, like a memory from a future

The Shelves are Packed

The shelves are packed
Not an empty gap in sight
The books are dusty

Men and women lie in the books
But the books are dusty

Jam Packed

Traffic lights flash, but we're far from light
Heavy flow on streets, emotions flow tight
Horns blare a symphony, tempers blare too
We're all packed in, feeling blue

Drive me crazy, this gridlock scene
Drive a hard bargain, just to stay clean
Cars run smooth, but patience runs thin
Time runs out as we're running in

Stress mounts up like cars on a

Soul Packed

Packing a life in,
       involves a soul to be packed
into a small parcel

Suitcase Packed Daddy

Where is Daddy going with that big
suitcase Mummy

Is he going to the shops

To buy you the biggest bunch of
flowers and box of chocs 

And hopefully when he is there get
me a lucky packet and a Barbie 

Because I heard you both having
a monumental blazing row


Never you mind my pretty little head
my Angel

My most precious above

Flat Packed Kitchens

I decided to turn around this morning,
stop spooning away the day 
Forget about mother nature, 
look much deeper into the grey
I could see late night approaching, 
and planet Earth speeding away 
When the unimaginable happened, 
God spoke! this is what he says

Your journey through life is now on pause, 
over there’s the final shore
Take a

Grandma Francie Packed My Lunch

Grandma Francie had been a preschool teacher too long
She packed me a lunch one time when I was in sixth grade.
What are those? My tablemates asked as I rolled them out.
They were tiny bugs made out of apples, celery, dates and raisins.
I was humiliated and horrified. It was a lunch a three-year-old would love.
“Can I

Playing To a Packed House Tops My List

I play the organ to a standing ovation~
         and my hymns are gifts

12/30/22

The Best Gift Poetry Contest

Sponsor-JCB Brul

1st

Vacuum-Packed

To save on space and shipping costs
When packages are stacked,
So many items nowadays
Are sent out vacuum-packed.

My daughter’s teddy bear arrived,
All squished up in a ball.
You’d never guess that it could be
A teddy bear at all.

Yet once we managed (it was tough!)
To help the bear get out
From all his plastic, he puffed up
(Despite my nagging doubt).

The

The Skyscraper

The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Attacked the sky
Making it packed, broken, hurt, scarred
Blocking those lovely clouds and rainbow
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Captured modernized hearts
Making them a slave inside
From nine to five
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Formed a towering hazard
To the inquisitive patrolling eyes 
Of the nature - lovers
Making them temporary blind

Packed For Success

I pack the backpack
then empty it
count again what I need,
discard the unlikely,
the unnecessary accessory.

I pack the backpack
shoulder it,
adjust the straps
remember to add a useful thing,
unpack and repack,
try to balance the weight,
smooth the angular,
tighten the loose.
Once again 
add another small but 
just maybe item
to the survival kit in the backpack
which I have just repacked.
I open the

My Mother's Blue Dress

My Mother's Blue Dress tucked in a box,
Away from the time on a clock.
She was once young and beautiful,
Her life was to be perfect and joyful.
My Mother's Blue Dress so neatly packed,
It has never been unwrapped.
A wedding that never happened,
Now fifty years later the blue dress should be blackened.
Years come and years go,
All she can

Packed Away

packed with yesteryear's decorations...my smile

He Packed a Pistol

Joe Doakes packed a pistol for protection
Tucked away in his pants, 'scaped detection --
   Had a girl named Meg
   Who flashed him some leg -- 
Joe's pistol turned into an e-rec-tion

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