Love Poems About Suitcases or Suitcases Love Poems
by Valmiki Lutchmedial |
Categories: love, day, day,

A Lonely Departure

Yet again, the experience taunts me,
but a willing sacrifice, determined and well thought of.
Suitcases seem heavy, the clothes too much to wear,
and the pain I cannot bear.

Day after day, reminded of that day,
I wish that day never came.
Is it worth it?
Maybe, but my happiness lives in the heart of another.

At last that day has come,
sometimes, as the day leading up, words meander around unspoken thoughts.
Home at last,
I say, I am there and back again.

Honestly, what I know is wisdom,
Inseparable hearts, cohesive bodies and the softest lips I have ever kissed.
There can be no departure,
but this day it feels like that


by randy johnson |
Categories: husband, love, wife,

4 A.M.

(This is a fictional poem)

It's 4 A.M. and I haven't had any sleep all night.
My wife and I had a big fight.
She slapped me and I slapped her back.
She got her suitcases and started to pack.
She went to stay with her mother.
I want her back because I still love her.
We said stuff to each other that was pretty mean.
But if she comes back, I'll treat her like a queen.
She's beautiful and she's stacked.
She's one classy lady and that's a fact.

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: girlfriend,


a budding romance love found on vacation.... perfect couple she arrived 3 trunks, 10 suitcases, more.... three day visit he should have known.... too much baggage