Packing Poems - Poems about Packing

Packing up house I do not like Much, rather fly a kite, Or go on a hike! We lived in our first home Almost forever, But in the last six years, The third and most traumatic Emotion in life, Was packing up and moving. It’s all about enduring! This home was where Our children grew up, Graduations, celebrations, Happy moments and sad Where our parents died, Where our hearts sadly...

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The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp, Their clothing all labeled and packed, Plus all of the extras they may or not need - Way too much, as a matter of fact. They bring pillows and blankets and flashlights and fans And shin guards and sandals and cleats And towels and bug spray and sunscreen and stamps And shampoo, toothbrush,...

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A life of things. Material and meaningless objects. I know that the contents are trivial but what am I without the case? What have I to show for myself and my life? A pack of cigarettes I stow, as I feel that I cannot live without them. The case is nearly empty now, holding only the most...

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Pack his suitcase, say goodbye. Tears don't even reach my eye "Come back safely. Do take care." Then he's gone, and I'm left there Give a smile, and don't complain What's the use? Just bear the pain Hours of empty, voiceless time! Countless trips should be a crime. Time to clean, for he'll be back. All I've left is paltry snack. Home a while then off again It's his job to save from sin Pack his suitcase, then...

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What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly playing, a paring knife in my hand? It gives me time to think about all that is waking outside-- birds calling from the trees, dew glistening on the garden's leaves, while beyond the...

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he is packing food for winter each kernel might make the difference between surviving the Iowa winter and not some say owls are wise they have nothing on squirrels he begins his climb to his nest where he deposits his corn wishing it was sweet corn instead of field corn...

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To pack for a weekend With children requires Much more than a tankful Of gas and good tires. You have to remember Their PJ’s and clothes, Their brushes for teeth And for hair, I suppose. Shampoo, soap and toothpaste And lotion for itches, The books they are reading, The iPads and Switches. Perhaps a stuffed creature Or doll that’s a fave And surely some snacks Of...

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At this second of clarity. I am doing some serious concentrated repacking. Earth humans are only allowed two chests on the outer space rocket ship. I have said good-bye to my three favorite pets. They will stay here. Several friends and neighbors have professed to love them. I hope they are not fooling. I adore my cobra, tarantula and...

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Thought you were leaving But you’re hanging around I just want you to go Don’t want you to know All the things that I found Thought you weren’t happy And you want to be free And now I’ve outgrown All your jealousy Stop hanging around I don’t want you near me Cos now I’m happy alone So gather your bags And all your rag tags And leave my home Your...

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I feel you there, Your gaze sends heat through my skin Do you know what I've done? My hairs stand on end, Slowly, I watch you Packing your bag in the night Slowly you leave Spreading this terrible blight I feel like I'm burning An ant beneath your scope Do you know what I've done? Your eyes meet mine, Raging blue fire, Your bag on your shoulder, So, you...

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First he gets three shoes; none of them mates. And my yesterday's steak on a blue dinner plate. I will throw in a wet towel to make sure his clothes mold. Am I being diabolical? No. Just a tiny bit cold. He is going on vacation to sit in the sun. I want to make sure to spoil most of...

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The trading this year has been slack There's hardly a present to pack. The elves have been fired Old Rudolph's retired And Santa's been given the sack!! 28.11.20 syllable count by ear: 88558 Make Me Laugh With Some Humor Any Form - New Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin...

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In Argentina, Mara Lived a sad and lonely life, Crowded with unfriendly roommates, Twenty years of constant strife. She’s an elephant from Asia Who was stuck inside a zoo But the powers-that-be decided There was something they could do. So they took her on a road trip, Days and many miles away, To a sanctuary in Brazil Where she could safely stay. Now she’s found a...

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Moving out feels much sadder than moving in, more gladder-- which is poor grammar for severance of love's embodied glamour. Packing up feels more like packing in and down, cutting ties with my own stage, this playful working space, for everyday self and other witnessing life love hate joy anger courage fear healing suffering Not a fabulously grand stage but my intimate memories triggered by damp basement through dusty attic, inside resonant and outside growing resilient, front yard exhibitions and back...

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I am leaving I am leaving it all behind so many regrets,my injured heart heaving decades wasted,the hand of time I can't unwind My bags are packed My bags and shattered soul flee from reality courage to face my fears,I lacked cowardly running away,striped off all dignity I am picking up pace I am picking up pace and distance from the past Harsh reprimanding...

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