Room Poems - Poems about Room

we have AI in every single room plays music, but cannot put us on Zoom we can ask her the weather or facts on TV she will explain about Simon Legree We ask her questions ten times a day She is always there, never wanders away how old is Jenna Elfman or Twiggy we ask. In seconds she can complete almost every...

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She doesn't speak, she just observes feeling all the hidden curves every laugh and every tear holding close what's far and near in the noise, she's calm and still quiet heart, but strong will things that burn inside her chest never spoken, never stressed she's the calm beneath the storm different, soft, a secret form the loudest voice you'll never see the quiet one, who...

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In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly, stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully, it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost, with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind, that the world...

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In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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Hot desert days, scared— but can’t show it. Eyes sharp, hands steady, but the heart’s in a fist, shoved somewhere behind the plate carrier. Brothers have my back, and my heart. They’re the reason I walk forward when every instinct tells me to run. We don’t say much— just nods, tight grips, the kind of silence that means I got you without ever saying a damn word. Guns boom, lights flash, a...

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"An empty room that defies explanation is a timeless mystery only to those that don't remember the reason" Quote by the Poet Maybe someone had memories of the room. Maybe they were all long forgotten by gloom. There was eeriness, as if inaudible whispers remained, Bouncing echoes off the walls, neglected and stained. A chill was imagined even on sunny...

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“In my empty heart – only memories” by poet Today our mother had his bed removed and took posters down – even things he’d drawn depicting stuff of which she’d disapproved. Those posters that revealed his heart – all gone! She took his dresser out, and all his clothes she folded up to donate to Good Will. His nice suits in the...

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A Room Full of Unwritten Poems A room— Quite not real though, Not built of woods or bricks, Structured with the unfinished and unwritten verses, Smeared by weathering paint, More like an echo left without the speaker. Swaying curtains, now getting silenced. Door hinges rusted, creaking— But in my mind, It’s just similar to those small giggles and laughs Left behind by the envied person. Envy because...

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Where is the place I shall live? Is it like a colander or sieve? Is it dim or dull or have a light? Is it enclosed?  Is it airtight? After I find myself within, can I ever come out again? There is a ceiling and a floor, two windows and a door. Those are the only ways out. Inside you can pace about. To enter or...

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Lights now off, Yet the room stays bright— With a lamp Still aglow, Chasing the dancing harlots From pillar to post. Contest: Spin a shardoma Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: June 2nd, 2025 Placement: Second...

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The wrong facsimile receiving noise in the right rehearsing recital time of genesis room What is patriotism? To love your land, to be there for the cause of the land. What is the core value of feeling alienated? You are adopted, precisely located, denied elsewhere beforehand for the land. Then it is your prodigal representation. You are lamenting as you...

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Point Room The Seed Of Thought Around Which Re-Memoried Words On Charmed Resorts Converge - A Raindrop. -Gray Squirrel 05-31-2025...

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you saw me wrong. upside down, like a bible turned over in the hands of a sinner. i saw you the way a dog sees a thunderstorm. head tilted, waiting for it to pass, or for the sky to split open. you in that gown, standing like a kid who just learned what shame feels like. i almost said something soft. almost reached out. but then i remembered...

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A young fellow back east in Lahore was making out with his girl on the floor. Said she "This floor is too hard. Let's go out in the yard and in front of the neighbors next door!"...

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the calm here is filled with your presence i feel your energy come over me as it lingers in the air i breathe and paints a warm smile upon my face i do not feel alone it's surreal how there is hovering that's tangible between the two dimensions meanwhile this still looks much like a processing plant but feels to me more like a...

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