Best Hotel Room Poems
In a hotel room I lie on my side
watching him scramble to find his tie
She lay with gloom upon the bed
as outside blinked a garish red
which found its way into her room.
Upon the bed she lay with gloom.
She lay with grief; she lay with rue,
with shabby walls a gray milieu
and circumstance the unmoved thief.
She lay with rue; she lay with grief.
As neon flashed, she lay and thought
of coming west, how hard she'd fought,
and how her dreams had all been dashed.
She lay and thought as neon flashed.
She lay with shame; a thrust of fate
had left her with a wretched weight
and stole her hungering for fame.
A thrust of fate. . . she lay with shame.
Behind closed doors she'll take each john.
She lay with one, and so hereon
she's joined the order of the whores.
She'll take each john behind closed doors.
For the Contest of Black Eyed Susan
The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets
cool and moist, dampens restless midgets
There ,in a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown
are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down.
stood perched on trees, a cabin each of uneven logs
with wooden planks hand-polished to parqueted floors
A large cypress cot,an inviting bed ,the sensuous Umrao-Jaan
on canvas overhead, glowing in hues from a crystal pan
white porcelain figures, lovers dancing on mantle;love lounges,
windows open to wild flora , a few ripe mangoes hanging in bunches
On the rails ruddy jasmine vines flaunt little white stars
antique bamboo lanterns at the door , happy to be ajar
warm aroma from oils of wild-herb toiletries exude
wanting a trickle on the heated hearts' pursuit
cute candles whispers roses and jasmine in the air
nothing more, the imp of the mind feasts on love in the air.
on the small balcony , the cool breeze of the underwoods caress
In this tree-house,bask in nature...at its best to soothe five senses.
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
The Hotel brochure came by post
and told me all that I should know.
With not much time to make a choice,
I booked my Room and set to go.
The pictures showed a sunken bath,
with fluffy towels and marble loo;
a typhoon shower, terrazzo tiles,
it even had a bidet, too!
They asked me, did I want to have
a whopping king-sized double bed,
indeed, perhaps, I’d much prefer
a boudoir – for the newlywed?
I gazed upon a sandy beach,
with swaying palms, a lavish view,
and, just nearby, the swimming pool
looked crystal clear and sparkling blue.
So, here I am and weary from
a long and somewhat tiresome flight,
to find my Room is rather small
and looks onto a building site!
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For Black Eyed Susan's Competition.
Thin walls reveal, too well,
the aspirations of my neighbors.
Quiet moans mingle
with the drone of TV,
a strange mélange of real
and imagined eroticism.
As their headboard
bangs a jumbled tattoo,
I join them, gasping
like a hooked carp at our shared
moment of completion.
I wonder if they
search for a tissue,
too.
First time to travel in a far away land,
Too excited to explore white sands,
My friend and I check in a hotel,
Economy room, price I can’t tell.
Overlooking a great beach to hail,
At a balcony I can feel a cool air,
With a simple hotel room we stayed,
I enjoyed the ambiance as what they said.
One king sized bed with two white pillows,
Bed sheets too white to crumpled with,
New experience but there’s more to follow,
In our hotel room it’s more than I expected.
One television, one painting, and one refrigerator,
The food is excellent you might want to order more,
Three days and two nights staying in the hotel room,
Leaving it too soon my heart is in so much gloom.
February 7, 2013
Another day, another town
Another hotel room.
I’m thinking of my beloved home,
With roses all in bloom.
My wife is waiting for me there,
My children and my dog,
While I sit in this lonely room
Engaged in monolog.
There was a time I thought I would
Enjoy the traveling life,
But that was before I had acquired
My children, dog and wife.
The plumber and electrician,
The teacher, doctor, farmer
Will all be heading after work
To where home fires burn warmer.
Pity the traveling salesman,
Butt of too many jokes.
He longs to be in his own home,
The same as other working folks.
2/7/13
Written for contest "In A Hotel Room"
A fter a long drive we arrive
N ice looking hotel reception
A feeling of sensual anticipation
U ndue pressures on our emotions
G irl hands over keys to lovers convention
H ug you close, touch to please
T urning into a wanton tease
Y ou open the door to let paradise release
W e let our bodies do the talking
E motion shaking fingers do the walking
E asily we touch to thrill
K nowing our love we will fulfill
E asing out of our clothes, nerves are seared
N estling my breasts with your beard
D arling all inhibitions have disappeared
A ll feelings of frustration no longer exist
W et with longing for much more than a kiss
A t home our loving was getting staid
Y et here we are getting well and truly laid
Just goes to show that a naughty weekend away can spice up your life.
Dated 6 February 2013.
Why did they go? They always go,
Whether they saw me I simply don’t know,
They’re here for a night and then go away,
And leave me behind, all alone I must stay,
And wait for the loved ones to whom I belong,
But I’ve been waiting now for ever so long,
I’m starting to think that they’ll never return,
But I remember those faces so full of concern,
On the day that I fell into the old hotel pool,
I never did master swimming at school,
But somehow I pulled myself out from the deep,
And came back to this room where my parents did sleep,
My Mother’s blue eyes had turned red with her tears,
Just as any mother’s whose child disappears,
I don’t understand why they just didn’t see,
That I was standing there just where I should be,
Then they were gone, leaving me here in this room,
Sometimes full of life, sometimes cold as the tomb,
Why did they go? They always go.
A half-full bottle of scotch
stands in the middle of a stool,
as the wind blows away the cigar
ashes away from the ashtray
Besides the stool,
a king-size bed carries the weight
of a man holding a cigar on his mouth,
planning who the next victim will be;
a person who is stopping at nothing
to destroy his drug empire
In a hotel room together, locked behind the door
A king-sized bed and heater, who could ask for more.
The bath is built for two the bubbles already on the bill
Bubble bath for lovers there can be no bigger thrill.
To wash the bubbles from his skin as he steps out in all his glory
Waiting on the bed for me, now there’s another story...
Two lovers meet in hotel rooms the magic goes on and on
To be entwined with the one you love with baby oil for fun.
To make love on the king-sized bed, to make love on the chair
No body is watching just the two of you are there.
Hotel rooms were made for fun not the weary and the tired
What better hobby could one have when one is retired?.
In fact I cannot wait now until I’m old and grey
And just hope these Hotels are open when it’s my retirement day.
© 6/02/2013
Contest Entry : In a hotel room .
Hotel room next door
Headboard to wall symphony....
Fireworks starting soon
© May 10 2010 Charles Henderson
For a long time there I stood;
Yet another entrance to hell.
Though I already understood,
There's this feeling I can't tell.
Scent of sin present in the air
Reminder of what I must do.
Life has not been all that fair,
Still, I wish today is untrue.
The door to hell is inviting;
Smiling, out the devil came.
His touch had been inciting
But I felt nothing but shame.
There I was, in a hotel room;
Sold both my body and soul.
Flower that will never bloom;
Never again to be put whole.
By him I let myself get tainted;
And I will go to hell and back,
To keep my beloved child sated.
There will be no turning back.
*For the "In A Hotel Room" contest
*Written: February 12, 2013
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.