Suitcase Poems | Examples

Suitcase Solution

Whistle echoes in the tunnel
then smoke belches upwards
as the train halts at the platform
Disgorging its passengers
before porters offload baggage
Cases, trunks, sacks – all claimed
But no
There on the platform two suitcases
Side by side, travelling twins of no fixed abode
Ace of Spades on one, King of Hearts on the other
Unnoticed
Porters distracted as the cavalcade announces its arrival
Guard of honour, red carpet, bowed heads - 
trappings of power and privilege
Gliding through the booking hall
onto the platform
Glancing left not right
Two suitcase stand forlorn
Something stirs within
in an instant, carnage
No train
No platform
No power
No privilege
The end of monarchy
The start of republic
Suitcase slaughter
Suitcase solution

My Suitcase - repost

Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,

Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.

Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.

Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.

When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.

As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.

Empty suitcase

Empty suitcase in the hall
Beckoning her to freedom
But where will she choose to go
Now the doors are wide open 

Lucky as the black cat is
It envelopes her with fear
To liberate these shackles
Leaves her bereft and broken 

The black cat sauntered swiftly
To the paradise beyond
Left behind a grieving wife
Emancipation unknown

My Suitcase

It took a week for me to pack, 
For, wracked with indecision,
I wanted to be sure each day
I’d have the right provision.

The pants, the skirts, Capris and tops,
The sandals, dresses, make-up,
The jewelry and lotions,
All prepared for every wake-up.

I’d zipped it up, ensuring that
I’d covered all the bases
And checked it in where it was stacked
With all the other cases.

Alas, it never made it through
And, though the airline tracked it,
It’s in another place, despite
The care with which I’d packed it.

I’m making do with what I wore,
With just a nightly rinsing.
To never check a bag again?
I do not need convincing.

The Old Suitcase

There it was, just tossed aside.
The old suitcase
No more wanted or needed. 
But left. 
In the dust and dirt 
On the attic floor.
Remaining unopened for 
Many years.
It held the memories,
of years gone by.
Lost loves,
Trips long taken,
Some good,
Some bad.
Trips taken,
Business or pleasure.
Car or train,
Bus or plane. 
The old suitcase,
Waiting to be packed 
And repacked.
Just waiting.
One mile or a million miles,
Always the same.
Always waiting.
People pass on,
Time slips away,
Things Like the old suitcase
Get tossed aside only to remain unopened.

My Suitcase

Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,

Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.

Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.

Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.

When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.

As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.

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 all and
everything

Mummy doesn't actually want you to know

That he is in actual fact leaving us
behind for good 

For some or other new women he
met just recently online

Looks as if our once upon a time
happy marriage

Is now heading for an acrimonious
divorce

So no lucky packet for you

And

Sadly no box of chocs , roses or
happy ending it looks like 

For either or either of us either

Apart from him

I just hope it doesn't effect you too much

And you eventually get weaponized and
used as a means

To hurt each other even more in the
end

An Empty Suitcase

My heart is an empty suitcase
That I store in the attic
It waits for me to fill it with all the things I need to leave. 
One time I took it down overhead 
stepping on the stepladder 
down to the hall to my closet,
And filled it with carefully folded shirts and pants and good looking things
Thinking about the tablecloths and napkins that were folded neatly at a great restaurant where I’d sit across from you
After landing and driving and picking you up and driving and sitting down. 

My navy blue, hardshell suitcase had an old airline tag that an airport girl abruptly ripped off before putting on a fresh new one. 

I thought about her green eyes while you and I had dinner that night. 

When I got home, I unpacked and threw everything on the floor and carried my empty suitcase back up to the attic. 

But when I got down from the attic stairs,
Your turquoise scarf was laying on top of the clothes
And I thought of your eyes
Before they closed
While I watched them 
last night.

A Haunted Suitcase

A suitcase lies here 
haunted by incomplete trips, 
I ache for a plane.

Suitcase

suitcase in hand
essentials packed
dreams and ambitions



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on February 27, 2021

Beach Ball In a Suitcase

So my son is knocking up
The alphabet at the worktable

He's onto the letter 'j'
(Should it have a hat or not?)

"Downward stroke, with a curl,
Then stab his face."

He's onto the letter 't'
(The Romans pronounced it 'tay')

"Downward stroke, then slap
Him across the mug."

The ancients kept reversing and
Rotating them

I do the same with my son
And as he's tucked into bed

I regret the bloodthirsty 
Language I used

Be careful what you utter
To a child

"Dad, I'm going to blow your glasses off."

Suitcase Senryu

til death do us part
                    still breathing with a suitcase
                    another lie

Sequins

Sparkling dresses
Stiff, unyielding dresses
Alive with sequins and tulle
that pulls itself out of
her swollen fingers
Jackie Kennedy dresses
Rich woman's baubles
But no coat

Freezing rain coats her hair
cools her fevered cheeks
Leg infected where he shot her

Yellow pus running down her leg,
gluing her pants to flesh
Pulling the fabric away tears skin too

Half the dresses make a pallet
under a rotted log
Half the dresses make a slippery
covering, sequins sliding

That suitcase purloined
from beneath a Goodwill truck...
Judas, liar, serves as a tent
when put upside down 
over the log and some brush
Keeps the worst out of her eyes

It would be logical
that she die by morning...
but she never seemed to have a bit of luck

The Packing of a Suitcase

Thus packed, my simple case

               What love, lost, does displace


Clothes and dreams and needs

               The waste of passion's deeds


And folded with my shirts

               The remnants of your hurts


Still left, such ample room

               (Enough to be my tomb)


Though it can never hold

               My tattered heart ... now cold.




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "It's A Shorty" Poetry Contest, Deborah Guenther Beachboard, Sponsor.

The Packing of a Suitcase

Melancholy feelings brought a tear
 She wished she could take
 the memories of that year
 How her heart did ache 
 As she lay wide awake

 Her suitcase was all packed
 But her heart would stay
 The cards were all stacked
 For her to go away
 And leave all her yesterdays
                     -
 3-16-18
 Contest: 10 lines 5 words III
 Sponsor: Laura Loo

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