Short Roommate Poems
Short Roommate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Roommate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Roommate by length and keyword.
My roommate, Ippy,
I welcome you to my life,
My cherished pet.
Note: I got a bunny recently. I wanted to write something about her.
“One time I smoked pot behind a bush, and then I didn’t talk to anyone for 4 years.”
-Shane G.
Former roommate at my 6th drug and alcohol rehab
While weed could help your mood soften
Dear roommate you toked too often
The pot you would smoke
On you played a joke
As you're at rest in a coffin
I posted a new story poem - too long for here - look under short stories
Maybe this link will work…
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/lunch_crush_9333
A single rose he gave to me
as sweet a gesture as could be.
My roommate grinned with guile
as she tried to hide her smile.
Eleven roses, she held with glee!
The "poem length police have nabbed me again - so I had to put my new piece
"Sunny"
in the story story section.
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/sunny_9449
Oh, how I love that Jamaican rum!
In my coffee, it is pure yum.
In cake it’s even better;
My roommate loves it too.
He swilled mine away,
Now it’s all gone;
No rum cake,
To dine
On.
Rhino baby bubbles up the sink in a flash
He is showing his goods, and he makes an incredible splash!
This is a whine sloshed out by my roommate, Leroy Flash.
Who is a bit scared of the baby; his teeth all a’gnash!
The prison cell was the best place Hector had ever lived
He relished his solitude
He had never had silence in a foster home or a group home
Hector was at peace
Glad to be here
Grateful for this quietude
Then he got a roommate
Roommate mosquito
waits for me to hit the sack
turns to a vampire,
my hand strikes as a hammer,
it flies out, I break my neck.
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August : 30, 2021
Contest : A Buggy Tanka Contest
Sponsor : M.L. Kiser
I rented a bedspace like a borrowed name—
half a mattress,
whole silences.
My roommate talked in her sleep,
and I envied her dreams.
At night, I listened for footsteps
outside the door,
pretending one might be fate
knocking,
or you.
I didn’t expect this
At all
In the movies
It always looked so
Fun
But I'm bored
Classes suck
I have barely any friends
And no one
Notices me
My roommate is a
Drag
There’s nothing to do in
This boring
College town
My family
And friends
Are all back home
I wonder
If they miss me.
It is disconcerting to walk past your car
and see a man crouched down, hiding in the back seat.
Who is he?
What does he want?
Do I warn my husband before he hot tails it out for gas?
Or would he rather be surprised?
Perhaps it is an old college roommate.
I think
as I wave goodbye from the driveway.
My new roommate Mary has a bad case of halitosis,
one day I told her and almost ended up with a fat lip,
unfortunately my roommate has breath and a temper like a bear,
truthfully her bad breath makes me want to leave the area,
having a birthday I gave her TheraBreath wishing I was the tooth fairy.
11-5-16
FRIGHTENING THINGS
i’m in the chapel
it’s night the room is empty
loud c minor chord!
old mansion
boarded-up
chimney smoking
ruined mansion
boarded-up
window lit near the top
piano recital
moonlight sonata
mouse!
my roommate
weird smile
unusual eye teeth
there is a cotton feeling to it:
the same sheets
the same bed
still looking for a song
that doesn’t exist yet.
the door closes quietly, pushed not.
I think of a comfortable ending—
the ghosts under my skin agree.
a comfortable ending
a concerned mother
a cotton feeling
My roommate, so kind and true,
Understands my feelings, knows them through.
When I'm down, a hug she lends,
Eases chores, she's my helping friend.
Enjoying each other, we share a space,
Her hug's a home, a sweet embrace.
Calmly calming when anger's near,
She knows the trick crystal clear.
Miss her loads, as we part our way,
Best roommate ever, let me say.
some people make good prisoners
I would not be one of them
most people never get caught
I would be in the unusual half percentile that does
Some people like a roommate
until they see their open toilet
a roommate would hate me
I am up and down all night and gassy
I try to tow the line
I do not break into houses
or hurt people or steal things
for these and hundreds of other reasons
Anna called her mother today
Out of the blue and the pink
To talk about something new
A quick story telling - like Madonna
About a passionate drunken kiss
With her roommate one night
On a streetcar not named desire
She described the kiss to her mother
In grand and lengthy romantic detail
What it felt like to kiss a woman
Knowing full well that the encounter
Meant nothing to her
The parents eagerly get on their computer daily
For their first baby is at a college an hour away
Her social posts keep them in the loop
a regular routine
morning hi
here is me fixing my hair
eating cereal for breakfast
say hi to my roommate
on my way to class
lunch break
me and my friends
supper is pizza
found a stray dog
her parents hold their breath until her first post
every single day
that was day when i was asleep
this is the day me being awake
that was the day of subconsciousness
this is the day of supra-consciousness
this is the day, me hanging at the edge
today i am ready to get out of the troublesome age
i summon the angel, that i had, within my fleshy cage
i am surprised to see it being devil's roommate
i have been through a lot of changes
then and now has been a new story to tell
Form:
Leong (one of my roommates) squirms up to me at breakfast, in the cafeteria.
“May I ask..,” she said, looking around like a secret agent getting ready to make a dead-drop, “what contraceptives do you use?”
I thought this an odd question from someone who just broke up with her long-time boyfriend but, hey, I’m an open book.
“Isolation and despair,” I replied, which got me an eye roll.
“You’re never serious!” She admonishes me.
wind-whipped waves, white-capping near shore
trail's thin layer of ice, cracking underfoot
a cold sock awaiting impatient shoes
on the look-out, hoping, but not really expecting
to spot her on the trail she once danced along
her lithe motions a Nutcracker Suite to me
no, no, no -- not him -- my old roommate approaching
inviting me to join him on his 'Jog with Nature' kick
what could I do... I fell glumly in line...
This is my very own version
of Three’s Company
He was tall and handsome
the best roommate
I ever had
never borrowed my clothes
jewelry or beauty cream
He was gay and
spent his time at the gym
home only randomly
to maintain his title of
king of café au lait
with expensive gizmo he mastered
I was less impressed though
the day when all smiles
with a twinkle in his eye
He made the moves on
my beau of the day
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Another morning has arrived somehow.
Who has time for breakfast right now?
Inside the refrigerator I am looking.
I guess I’m too lazy to do any cooking.
I can have some cereal in a bowl,
but my roommate drank up all the milk. That CENSORED!
Stopping in the nearby fast food place might be fine.
However, I don’t like waiting in a long line.
Here is something to eat both fast and light.
I’ll just eat some cold pizza slices from last night.