Roommate Poems - Poems about Roommate

My two roommates and I are builders. We build each other up, and have a great time. We decide we need another roommate. Teddy applies. He is quiet, but calm. His references are glowing. We invite him to room with us. Teddy is a demolisher. We take care of things. He destroys them. We are free-spirited creators. He is grouchy and tries to extinguish our...

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(a story in senryu stanzas) I get migraines. - lucky me - glare can set me off within seconds. I always have a pair of dark, polarized shades with me - it’s a quirk. When I was fourteen, we lived in Shenzhen, China very near Macau. Macau, China, the “Las Vegas” of Asia, is the home of glare. The Ritz-Carlton, has a glittering galaxy of bright chandeliers. Those chandeliers move, their silhouettes...

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His aspiration to be couple Which defined might maketh Him lonely That I might be a sweet remind That he should suffer from his Labors And mi act to be define He chorest me that must suffer That I beyond his brow He chorest me That I am whore And his his wants Are that of thou He chorest me To what ending That who's money I have found He chorest...

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My new college roommate was a fancy woman She brought the most interesting pieces of furniture I had never seen such magnificence, and I told her She laughed at my delight in her “simple things” They were simple to her because she was an artist. Not simple to me by any means. I was delighted and enthralled. Loving her daisy-decorated dresser...

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It’s the Thursday morning before valentine’s day. Lisa and I are scrambling to get out of our suite. We share an Organic Biochemistry class and we’re running a hot minute late. As we pulled on our shoes Lisa asked me, “Do you have fun Valentine's weekend plans?” The question, since I have a BF, contained...

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there is a cotton feeling to it: the same sheets the same bed still looking for a song ...

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The "poem length police have nabbed me again - so I had to put my new piece "Sunny" in the story story section. Here's the URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/sunny_9449...

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Lisa comes into my room and flops on the bed. The day had been uncompromisingly gray, windy and cold. The night sky was a snowy, blowing darkness, an absolute void that absorbed the campus lights and reflected nothing back. “I’m missing Spring Break,” Lisa she says. “It doesn’t even seem like Spring Break happened,” I say....

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I posted a new story poem - too long for here - look under short stories Maybe this link will work… https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/lunch_crush_9333...

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Sunny and her love-object have broken up. It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken, that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended. We try and be thoughtful and considerate but we’ve only recently escaped from captivity. Perfectly nice people are capable of unfaithful deeds. Isn’t that what so much of great literature is about? Our lives are written...

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Leong (one of my roommates) squirms up to me at breakfast, in the cafeteria. “May I ask..,” she said, looking around like a secret agent getting ready to make a dead-drop, “what contraceptives do you use?” I thought this an odd question from someone who just broke up with her long-time boyfriend but, hey, I’m an open...

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I couldn’t sleep. I was lying in bed watching the patterns reflected moonlight made on my ceiling when I heard the faint beep of the kitchen microwave. I smelled popcorn. I decided to fill up my water bottle and see who was up. I slipped on a thick, terrycloth robe I’d gotten from Lisa last Christmas....

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My houseplant committed suicide. It came out of the blue - or at least - I didn’t catch the signs. I’d put it on my window ledge so it could catch some sun - it appeared to be having a good time. I brushed it with my elbow - the wispy kiss of a butterfly and it leapt to...

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Roommate mosquito waits for me to hit the sack turns to a vampire, my hand strikes as a hammer, it flies out, I break my neck. ______________ August : 30, 2021 Contest : A Buggy Tanka Contest Sponsor : M.L. Kiser...

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Unhealthy human body, fighting its owner, in need of a Goldsmith months of hygiene malpractice, now counting as the sixth, his blanket of microflora possesses a morgue beneath weeks without touching water, despite the pretense quite stealth one, five, seven, nine; already getting umpteenth. From 03:18am to 20:16 hours; the evidence of my anger’s width awful smell, recites loud acrostics from...

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