Suitcases Poems

Suitcases poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of suitcases poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on suitcases are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Bitter Waters

Bitter Waters prose poem

You will see me someday, the open wound deep inside Seeing only the truth, despairing I hide The growing bitter bed, you will see and obey Together, apart, we wed, sever the day Like a raw raisin pit, I won’t

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Oh My Kite

Oh My Kite short poem

Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, Soar up in the day and night, reaching the boundless height, let us merge with horizon & light! Oh my kite, my beloved Kite, swing and sway amongst the sun, chase the clouds and

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

An Evening In The Woods

An Evening In The Woods prose poem

The evening was cool, dark and heavy, I took the path less trodden by leading into the dense, deep, dark forest; From a distance I could hear the breaking of the waves. Alas!! How fortunate they are…..! I don’t have

Fortunately It Resuscitates

Fortunately It Resuscitates long poem

As mother nature’s Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque That doesn’t bother, Our rivers Had become subject To a water thirst, To the extent Of projecting Rocky ribs Terrifyingly protruded out For easy count! But now thanks

Footprints In Dark

Footprints In Dark short poem

Diplomacy of inconstancy unmeets the urgency. Aura of brilliance was falling in your feet. After the death, it was not a name, only a frozen body.We moved backward swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. Winter was becoming harsh

Bedfellows

Bedfellows short poem

It stormed all night rattling teeth and windows the small tribe of cats sheathed their claws for once crept into human beds drawn incapable of love to the safety of something larger a fleshy barricade to take the blows something

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade .

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade . short poem

Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ; in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ; But to no avail, Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone, But crawls through challenges and daily

Raging Kindness

Raging Kindness short poem

Suckers of an octopus arm entwine like ziplocks around a bleeding artifact, for signature erase on shared bed. Few oily drops simmer down from the wheels, the raging grief of the centuries. Arrival had been delayed of charred remains of

The Only Echo

The Only Echo short poem

Did man just hear the echo Of the Universe’s start? When something out of nothing Oscillated from a Heart? When Life, vast and unfathomable Occurred when it was not And Space and Time immeasurable Commenced its divine plot So that,

Living On A Fantasy

Living On A Fantasy short poem

I love the way we’re getting close Treating it romantic even though it’s just a joke Thinking how can I end this folk Can I if admiration already goes? The piece of chocolate you’d given me Feeling the fake love

Minjuki

Minjuki short poem

Rain falls down, Thunder to the ground, Ice and snow, Colorful as a rainbow, Spring, summer, winter, fall, Do you know them all Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Lightning crackles, The black bird

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes short poem

Its all part of living, We all feel a little lost sometimes… Its hard to comprehend, What the mind confines… Just take a walk, Through the pines… Takes time to know, That which undermines… Don’t be afraid, Of the tangled

Rainbow

Rainbow short poem

I have createdA rainbowJust for youFor in my dreamsI see youWhen I’m awakeI imagine youAll becauseOf your exquisiteQualitiesThat is so beautifulAnd lovelyThat helps me throughIn my lonelyExistence here inThis country… 

Mother

Mother short poem

A mother is a person, who is there for you the most, She gives you food and even makes you the toast, She makes the world a better place, To you she looks to have the kindest face. She is

Humility

Humility short poem

While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst

Already Gone

Already Gone ode

You will hunt for my truth in the hearts of the men you seek You will reach out for my arms at night when its cold, finding nothing but space and time cloaked with sorrow. You will comb the crowds

Words

Words short poem

They say words are powerful, Coz they are both helpful and harmful. Kind words are inspirational, But unkind are no motivational. Words have power to inspire you, They light a spark that no one can do. Words make you cry

Hope

Hope short poem

I have hope For without hope I’d be lost Among a sea of travelers Not knowing my journey On this planet We so fondly call earth I have hope For a future full of blessings And gratitude I have hope

The One

The One short poem

The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure, Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings The lightness one feels, at all things pure. A feeling that no words can

Unaccompanied Baggage

Unaccompanied Baggage short poem

Within Six months Of their wedding, Their marriage Was on the rocks! They wanted To go their ways But, The society would not Let them be. So, They are staying Under the same roof- Living Separate lives. Like The two

Echo

Echo short poem

The night was at its depth I sat alone in the dark I felt lonely and sad My mind traveled all around I felt like trapped in my body. I wished I could run back- To my blooming youth With

Lost In Time

Lost In Time short poem

…………………………………………… Kashi haunts me After months. It is not just the picture- The silent Ganga, Ancient town, Relaxed sadhus, A pious brahmin Walking the streets, Radiant calm on his face, Or cows, crowds and crossroads, Or the cremation ghats The

Meditation on Love

Meditation on Love long poem

I would be unhappy if I foolishly thought you loved me I know you do not Love is not love if not found in intention and motive but only in words as the latter gets carried out in action and

Wives Of The East

Wives Of The East short poem

Here in the eastern part of our world the sun rises early and we wake up late by evening we become dogs and our wives turns into lamp-posts every night we lose our sense to smell our way back home

Time N Relationship

Time N Relationship short poem

When Time is Rosy Relationships rise to Glory When Time is thorny Relationships dips to Agony When Time is Normal Relationship remain informal When Time is cruel Relationships acts dual When Time is Elapsing Relationship gets into act of Disappearing

The Moody

The Moody short poem

Nothing is as beautiful, As the rays of the Sun on a Wintry morning… Nothing uplifts the mood, than reading humorous words enchantingly put in an Article… Nothing uplifts you the way your best friends trying to cheer you up

Eyes

Eyes short poem

They don’t lie, do they? They don’t ask questions, they reply, How do you not respond to the plight? How can you just ignore the sighs? Beauty resides in the core, Surrender is one of its pore, From where the

Deep, deep kiss

Deep, deep kiss short poem

In those days, you asked me, innocently, ‘why do you love me?’. I answered with vague things. I spoke about our great, winding conversations, about your eagle’s wings, your sparrow’s heart, about your knife-like fingers, your face that floats as

Disillusioned

Disillusioned short poem

The day when I kept myself alone Away from all the loved ones I have known The peaceful sound of wind had a tone What was the best thing that I had ever shown Felt myself in a situation so

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

Euphoria

Euphoria short poem

An ordinary lass, Rolled on the grass! Suddenly she glanced, Upon the blue vast! She wished hard, To gauge it in a yard! But oh! her wishful thought, Brought her what she never ought! Luck besieged her, Life to her

Behind The Window

Behind The Window prose poem

The Window// (1) Behind the window, when clouds descend down over houses planted into mud, and seeds wake up, clock-hands go back to zero. Cottony fogs veil visions, so we might look inside, then I see a dewy dove carrying

Many Namesakes

Many Namesakes short poem

Boots in air an elite brain hangs out from the tall tears. It does not search an exit. Time moves out with a murder in eyes. Leading a spartan life in a lair, in tune with absolutely zilch. A sexy

Sorry For Your Loss

Sorry For Your Loss long poem

I feel so badly it ended so quick before you discovered what makes me tick so here are some things you won’t know about me I love to sing albeit off-key I dance very well, I won’t step on your

Looking Back

Looking Back short poem

half-clad cult of violence boiling their soulmates roasting the foes one by one killed by a ligature they were building the dams to harvest the power from tears fear climbs on your shoulders unburns hydrocarbons a train moves through the

Last Of The Sunlight

Last Of The Sunlight short poem

Last of the sunlight filtered in In through the window Lying lazy on my couch I saw Particles Particles dancing in the rays In the rays of the fading light Suspended thus Hanging thus What might they be thinking? Prancing,bobbing

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All!

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All! long poem

My world came crashing down And I have been reduced to a nobody No one recognizes me anymore Even the dog in my street barks at me I am a woman with no resource I am a woman whose husband

Terracotta

Terracotta short poem

With fractured hands I lit a pyre of small nudes with pink globes. A moon bleaches me white in a long night. A reprieve was needed from the scorching sun opening a jinx of a metaphor. The poems will take

God’s Love

Gods Love short poem

God’s love, is pure and true, His Grace, and Mercy, will carry you through. Just take a hold, of His nailed scarred hands, He will carry you through,these desert lands. In times of trouble, and in times of need, With