Roommates Poems - Poems about Roommates

There’s a farmers market near campus. A young couple has a pizza oven on a trailer. They make a breakfast pizza - bacon, mozzarella some egg and green peppers. It’s SO crispy and delicious. ALL I had to do this morning was say “breakfast pizza!” and six of us were ready to head out fifteen minutes later. Let’s wax poetic, shall...

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There’s a lot of heat when all eight of us suitemates are together. I might have mentioned it somewhere. We’re like surround sound, or eight car alarms going off together, it’s jabberwocky by an established team. It can get frantic and frightening for the uninitiated or inhibited. Some of us are pretty boy-crazy and there’s a mix-in of twinkling girl-crazy too. We’re basey, bugzee, spaceheads...

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I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that 1 credit ‘project management’ class I sloughed off. We live and we learn. Leong was sitting, leg crossed on...

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I just finished Face Timing with Sunny, one of Lisa and my roommates. She’s an edgy half-a-laugh, and I can’t wait to see her in person. Sunny’s a slipa and a seductive gadabout - this poem is about her summer: She’s a treacherous lover whose infidelities could populate a city of confessions. Apparently, the streets we ignorantly travel, are crowded...

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I’m sorry we can’t start the morning - I’m still stretching and yawning. Oh, give me a skibidi break, why’d you wait to snake me awake? Anyway, you know not to bother me unless you’ve brought coffee. You can’t just insist we have to leave - I haven’t even brushed my teeth! I’d love to join in your drama but I’m still in my...

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It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particular. I think I’d hit my capacity for monotony. Lisa looked up from her book. “The moment has to happen,” I continued, with an animal-like awareness of...

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(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives) I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday). I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if they’d opened up that troubling ozone hole just for me. I was as happy as I’ve ever been to be back. It was as...

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Lisa and I wrap and rap for Christmas. Can you imagine the two of us doing that? We’ve got Christmas playlists going Christmas scented candles glowing, and milky hot-chocolate flowing. “Stir the marshmallows with the candy canes,” Lisa says, like that’s something she has to explain. We’re humming, singing and laughing, and dancing because we’re happy. We’re dashing to finish our wrapping, we can’t have...

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In numerology twelve has special meanings - they’re twelve days of Christmas, twelve months in a year, and Taylor Swift’s had twelve number-one albums. All we care about at Yale, are the twelve days until Thanksgiving break. This semester has seemed as long as waiting in line at the DMV or holding one's breath under...

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Hold the phone, hold the freakin’ phone. Lisa’s got a boyfriend! I’ve never seen Lisa with a boyfriend. Lisa draws men like fireworks on a dark night, but I’ve never seen her keep one. I mean, it’s not unbelievable but it’s on the edge. Then, one Friday evening, he came to visit. His name’s David - “call...

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Darkness has pressed up against our lattice windows. Classes start again in the morning. I’m being reabsorbed by college life. I’m a planner. I’ve been going over my syllabuses, repacking my bookbag, charging my power banks, checking and rechecking the assignments due tomorrow. After watching me prep for hours, Peter said, “You’re not going to...

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I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories." It's called "rose, bud and thorn" I could shorten it - but why? *shrug* Here's the link: www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/rose_bud_and_thorn_12018 I hope you like it!...

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My roommates are all up and about. It’s finals week and everyone is hustling about. Lisa came in from an early exam, it was snowing lightly, she looked right at home. “How’d it go?” I quizzed. “E-Z,” she replied, shedding her long navy coat and mango and cashmere beanie. After dumping it all on her bed she joined...

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Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle. There are others here who want to unwind their noodle. Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed? German shepherd’s temper was being severely taxed. Move over a bit so I can reach the sink! Said a beagle who was trying to get a...

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It’s Sunday morning, my watch shows that it’s 33° and 5:58 am. Surprisingly, half of us are up and motile. My excuse is that I’m scheduled to volunteer at the hospital this morning. Leong just came up from the basement fitness center, she’s all sweaty. “I hate that metal music those giant guys in the...

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