Hotel Room Poems - Poems about Hotel Room

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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Pristine white Blank canvas If walls could talk Mute lifeless frames Boxed decor Where random players take turns Unfolding their drama Living their realities Their joys their tragedies Occupy their time Without leaving a trace There then gone Back to a blank canvas For the next set of players One sequence then another And another then another AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on January 25, 2019...

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Lots of light, a comfy bed, Quiet when you're sleeping; Curtains blocking out the world When morning rays come creeping. Reading lamps, two cozy chairs, Some drawers to do unpacking; A fridge, tv and coffeemaker (Which some rooms are lacking). A nice hot shower where the water's Strong yet gently flowing; A concierge to help you Figure out just where you're going. A great location...

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In a hotel room I lie on my side watching him scramble to find his tie...

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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...

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She walks through the lobby of the grand hotel. Four inch heels clicking across the shiny marble floors. Pure ice blue eyes look for that hotel room 411. Extending a perfectly manicured hand, knocks on the door. A muffled voice on the other side of the door is heard, the door then opens wide. The man standing before her smiles...

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She's always cleaning up someone's mess Scrubbing the toilet and changing the bed Working hard to keep her dear family fed What happened in there she can only guess Without a thought towels thrown on the floor Empty boxes and bottles from a big bash Unmentionable things in the bathroom trash Sometimes reluctant to even open the door Perhaps someday she'll be a...

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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...

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Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a...

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IN A HOTEL ROOM Confusion is what I felt when I entered the hall way My heart was startled as we entered the door way With a man who seemed not a stranger to me Eyes of unseen beings waiting for what's about to set free Reincarnation is not something to believe by others My vibrations strongly affirmed that nothing bothers Religious...

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in a hotel room born of the dust i sat on the bed i began to rust from knowledge in the air from seasonal flair i learned in this room i learned how to read its just like a class except all it needs is more than just me and this glowing screen...

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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...

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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...

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In a Hotel Room Two night stay can really be nice Suited to please for the right price Room welcomes you, one, two or more You have the key that opens the door Chocolate covered strawberries await your arrival Open the drawer there is always a bible Queen size bed so soft to lay in Window view a scenic mountain The amenities are chosen...

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In a hotel room, there’s so much fun As we jump on the beds and quickly run Round and round, and up we go Back and forth, to and fro Truth or dare in next in play On the ground is where we’ll stay Pillow fights are in the schedule Let’s make this a holiday so it can be annual Let’s just gossip...

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