Bedsit Poems - Poems about Bedsit

...There are gaps in the particleboard; quince wads fill the breaches. Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum. It's a rented place, he tiptoes around its yellow layers. He has a friend he visits......

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...Bedsit Sit beside your bed And wallow there please The world doesn't want to see you today Even you don't want to see you today Oh god why does everything hurt And why do I feel so crap......

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...Long time since I have been to a nightclub they don't let me out at night alone now. I used to be sharp had many friends in low places. I miss the culture, the sweaty maneuvers under hypnotica......

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...will you still be at my side when my teeth have dropped like rotten apples and bleeding, shrunken gums form a smile will you still want me as my waistline expands and my belt buckle becomes obsc......

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...The brittle crack of frost on pane followed the rain, as winter bit and lit the edge of leaf and hedge with quicksilver white. As the night supercooled and pooled the lamplight with halos effer......

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...They eff you up, your Mum and Dad, At least that's what we're told, All your Dad's genes are hand-me-downs, Your anger, spawn of old, It's not your fault you can't fly straight, it's not your fa......

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...There are gaps in the particleboard; quince wads fill the breaches. Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum. It's a rented place, he tiptoes around its yellow layers. He has a friend he visi......

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...Living in my bedsit in the tower of the old folk Watching television, I heard somebody speak A robot does my cleaning and it does not even smoke I think I am invisible, I wear a dust grey clo......

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...Stand down In his bedsit he sits and waits. Tears fall as he remembers his mates. In his bedsit alone and forlorn, No one notices the curtains undrawn. In his bedsit,amid the damp and squalor, ......

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...Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Miss! You can’t stay in there. A cab has been rung.’ I pull the chain and open the door Unfamiliar surroundings I wobble Thankful for the narrow corridors Hands slap against the wa......

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...A bitter and twisted tale to follow, everyday the same as tommorw, same old madness that will follow, empty dreams and a heart that's hollow. Ill begin each day the usual way, look in the mirr......

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...On the street corner she stands So scantly clad A lady of the night Her background so sad From a broken family Abandoned and lost She grew up on the streets No matter her cost The only ......

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