Hotel Poems - Poems about Hotel

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...

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Beneath the leaves One may find Scribbles of another kind Written there are hidden truths Collated by collective roots Stashed under a different roof Stored next to a bed of bark Are twisted tales from the dark You’ll find something similar to Gideon’s Bible soaking up the dew Nuclear holocausts they will survive Though, these...

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Heart ache, a road break off route sixty-six Over each river and every state line Tour bus travellers all finding their fix Everyone hyphened is heightened this time Lost luggage losing it's share of the light American dreams with shutters pulled down Memphis blues music feels alright tonight Elvis themed runners surprising the town Rocky road blue grass fades slowly away In between cities...

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Is Hotel Cecil cursed? A portal to hell? How many have died there? Accidentally or by murder and suicide? It is the most notoriously haunted hotel in America. Associated with macabre incidents, serial killers. Downtown Los Angeles is host to these seven hundred rooms. Shall I book you a room? There is always a vacancy. Diabolical laughter....

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New Orleans’ 1962 ostentatious hotel lobby extravagant crystal fluted chandeliers highly polished walnut counter tops opulent Italian marble floors plush scarlet velvet cushioned couches swankly brass and glass décor luxury never seen after nineteen sixty-two...

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He lived in room 757 just like a haiku thats what he said to me just like a haiku eesh There’s a reason I avoid this part of town if not for the psuedo intellectualism that spreads faster than herpes at a swingers party then for the cheap drinks for too much money the door guy that thinks he deserves a tip keeping out the...

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in skimpy short shorts she marches into breakfast no eyes go up I had forgotten the immodesty of youth for two seconds it’s a public place another wears pajamas and bedroom slippers...

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view of rich soo locks grand hotel that's aged well among new venues...

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I sat in restless chairs I breathed stilted air what feeling compares with feeling squandered? I’m not sadfishing, I was bored in a 5-star hotel. I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool and I felt like I was marinating in boredom. It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down. I wasn’t...

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The birds are chirping Better go into the shades Someone is singing....

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Outside, footsteps in the corridor grow nearer then pass, only to stop and knock on a door further down followed by voices, sobs and muffled sounds wheeled off into a silence until sometime hence when footsteps again will tread the floor and there will be a knock on a door. ...

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He set hearts on fire With gifted voice, guitar dreams, Stifled urge to breath, just breath, Exhaling the still, cool peace, More than just make believe, Not just instinct – but grief, The war between lonely and greed, Hunger for the music, the rhythm that bleeds, In turquoise wishes, quiet blessings Pouring out hope through the endless feelings, Blowing on winds, passions Stirred by the brilliance,...

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Rooms with history old pictures do the talking memories of past...

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We stayed at a haunted hotel Where the rooms were red as hell Spooks walk through the door So ugly and gore Giving us a stink nasty smell...

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Would a starry sweep Alight against an engine ...

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