Roomed Poems - Poems about Roomed

... My “popcorn town”, Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard, always will be home to me ‘though I now live far away. We were young when we bought the old Victorian with the wide wrap-around porch. I......

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...During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith......

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...She ran with all her might To a place of safety, for the night A shack, deep in the woods Where no civility could ....ease....the stay The closet held memory Where he could free "me" To play......

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...Desharah woke early morning 8 am. She wanted to check out her new House. But she waited for Sedanah To come out of her dreams. "WAKE UP SEDA." They roomed Together. That's what her mother ......

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...In the psych ward, There are people who don't have homes, or parents, or friends. In the psych ward, There are patients who have no hope and feel they are worthless. In the psych ward, There are......

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...Infinite pitch black void zoomed, I vacillated then pitched headlong (head and knobby knees, over heels) where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed, and antithesis of freedom loomed large (thin......

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...She was possessed or so they imagined what else could it be only two years old and already she could speak fluent Spanish though she never heard the language in the household before; She cried......

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...One in each bedroom. Where am I to sleep? Little listening devices, dot lime green light Steadily gazing down at me all night Surveillance recording my data to keep Smoke alarms linking cons......

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...He came into my room carrying a gentle shade of light upon his face and as I grew accustomed to his presence, I felt his spirit free Its as if the angels carved him out of alabaster b......

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...There are red and green snitchies in my fingers, They rapidly chase me down my wooden hall. Delightedly twirl me I into a mass with their zingers, Eleven can quickly roll me into a giant ball. ......

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...Peter I knew since our childhood though as a youth he wasn’t good, but then Joan cured him of all that, two babies in a two roomed flat. Now Frank came later to my life, by when, like him, I ......

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...I lose my fingers keeping count the number of kids lost by murder count in the eastern districts media houses dread Patches of brown-black roofs on aerial view Aunt hills of buildings single room......

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...Early in the morning , she passed by me My heart despondent with her allure smile, She is naturally dismayed A doddering newspaper on the floor captures her distinct eyes, For a few seconds , li......

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...I grew up in a one roomed shack a king size Coca-Cola space crammed like Marlboro cigars in a pack a place I ran to for defense my home which some see as a plight where my family had to find the......

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...I collect old wooden boxes, From anywhere that I can. I collect them from garage sales and, From the handyman. From the local dump or old backyards, Or clearance sales on a farm, They’ve all ......

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