Suitcase Poems - Poems about Suitcase

...the puppy arrived at gnome village on his own he had no briefcase, suitcase, name tag or phone What do we do with him? Grandpa gnome ask his niece. We had better play with him, let’s take an hour ......Read the rest...

...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, ......Read the rest...

...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? Jus......Read the rest...

...It’s easy sticking to routines, Though some might find it boring, Yet out beyond your comfort zone Are risks not worth ignoring. Away from home, your bed and bath, Especially untested, Might ......Read the rest...

...Hit me again this game is rigged tell that fat guy with the fat suitcase to bring my money back don’t you dare try to put my money to sleep again I’m awake my money is awakened as well ......Read the rest...

...I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide ......Read the rest...

...I take the Flyer and push it to my side. I made a lot of effort for this sight. Please let me alone. ,,Can we go ahead and talk in a much more warm tone?" Cringe. ,,I think it's pretty" So ego......Read the rest...

...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......Read the rest...

...Hanging out at Santa Monica Pier, wining in dixie cups, dancing in the sand. Chants of drink…drink…drink. I took no time to think…think…think. I wake up with a cacophonous surf, unlike the gen......Read the rest...

...I've been just away for two days. When I see mom my smile shows. But when I see you standing there with the suitcase I use to drive on and the hat you told me you loved to wear. My heart dropped. ......Read the rest...

...The Bumblebee He grew up in a poor household, thought sofa-beds were the norm, but his mother an eager reader had many books that were given and sometimes stolen, often from those who though......Read the rest...

.........The loss of Alexandria, the burning of Ashburnham House, the Grand Library of Baghdad which the Mongolians tore down, the countless Aztec codices that the conquistadors all burned... just......Read the rest...

...Today I feel unreal. ‘Decohered.’ Like a suitcase full of writings and knick-knacks and scribbles torn asunder. Splintered. And the collection that was contained therein can no l......Read the rest...

... “A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present o......Read the rest...

... RufePal kept muttering "jv" team as it looked around the room, hoping to find someone underage to mentor to. Michael blurted, "you and your precious America! You are so gullible ......Read the rest...