Rucksack Poems - Poems about Rucksack

...Children's Poems IV These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Boundless by Michael R. Burch for......Read the rest...

...The Walker Sometimes, there is a sense that the road doesn't roll out further, there is no vista of a highland or a slow-running river of sweet water to lazily swim while remembering Marilyn i......Read the rest...

...Tuesday lasses we all have classes get up and go there’s no time to waste join the flow there’s no reason to wait everyone’s hustling coffee guzzling bus shuttling paper shuffling syllabus ......Read the rest...

...I am of the moment It's interesting being that way I observe with interest what causes stress to others, that doesn't touch me When I had no responsibilities I'd get on a plane and meet a friend i......Read the rest...

...Lisa and I were watching one of our favorite series last night, a Japanese manga called “The Way of the Househusband” and I could barely keep my eyes open. I went to bed at a decent hour (11:30) but ......Read the rest...

...Dad could have left but he stayed put, and he kept his lips locked, though a hissing cat escaped from his hie throat occasionally. Mother would say stuff, poisonous stuff stuff that would make ......Read the rest...

...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 my back walking boots fitting my size......Read the rest...

...I let it slip away. With every fleeting day, The countdown ticks, and the woodworm picks.   I let it slip away. We deplete into decay. A heartbreak needs a fix. Sticky roll pops c......Read the rest...

... He may have been a rogue, but boy he had charisma Liked by many he was, even with a feather in his hair From job to job he, never heeding his tomorrows day Simply didn't give a damn, let......Read the rest...

... Rucksack My rucksack carries Everything I need, I want, I Wish To be young, easy and Free To do anything without Care And compromise but for Myself And my cacoon of Joy And au......Read the rest...

...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 entwined When I face The sands of ......Read the rest...

...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 Guid......Read the rest...

...I once knew a woman in Hackensack Toted what she had in a small rucksack As she walked the streets, Looking for someone neat To take the cumbersome load off her back. ......Read the rest...

...Traveler Without Rucksack By Sy Roth Aloneness, the traveler without rucksack Beats the miles into your feet A bare necessity for the nomad For there are morns and sinking suns to see In the ......Read the rest...

...Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava Allegiances born of belligerent father A council estate with yards full of tyres A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires Cars outside......Read the rest...