Short Briefcases Poems

Short Briefcases Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Briefcases by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Briefcases by length and keyword.


Premium Member Lawyers Are Nojoke

Lawyers are no joke.
They take life seriously.
Their briefcases and files are immaculate.
Their hair is in place. They are grown up acting.
Expensive? Yes. Annoying? Sometimes.
But they know how to make bad things go away.
Get one if you can; use them wisely. They are worth the money.


Premium Member ALONE IN A CROWD-Oxymoron Poetry Contest

ALONE IN A CROWD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
she’s alone in the bustling crowd~ around her, river of faces, a current of hurried footsteps, briefcases bumping, hushed goodbyes archipelago of motion no one notices her quietness~ train arrives, and she steps forward departure’s anonymity
Form: Other

One Thousand Dead Businessmen

One thousand dead businessmen
Zombies of emotionless regimen
Sharply dressed
Black suit and tie, freshly pressed
Leather briefcases, to seem professional
This march of skeletons is quite exceptional

DECAY
Burst into dust and wither away
Corruption and greed let them die 
The next thousand corpse march includes you and I
Form: Rhyme

Winter Cadavers

If those buried beneath us
could rise today,
would they run to any patch of sunlight,
make snow angels, heap-up snowmen,
stick blackened bones into white bodies?
Would they fashion a bright face
from tooth stumps and icy eye-sockets?
Sadly I imagine that some,
(the frost-jelled and un-melting),
might return to crumbling factories
or defunct offices,
their briefcases or tool boxes
stuffed with snow
to labor over epitaphs.

Snow Day For the Dead

If those buried beneath our boots
could rise today,
would they moan, turning shriven features
to the frozen earth,
or would they run to any patch of sunlight,
make snow angels, heap-up snowmen, 
sticking black bones into white bodies?
Would they fashion a bright face
from tooth stumps and sockets?

Sadly some,
the frost-formed and un-melting,
might hitch rides on the windows of cars,
return to defunct offices
(briefcases stuffed with snow),
to labor over epitaphs.


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