Gym Class


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat. The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat. The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff! I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.

-Neal Levin
176 Like 15 Dislike
Previous poetry Next poetry
Other poetry

I Am Trying

Always looking for ways to improve myself, 

But I struggle to take that first step.<

Teenage Princess

I know how it is to need money--

As much as I can get;

My teenager goes to the ma

Best Friends Are Angels, That God Sent Along

If someone asked what's a best friend?

I'd have to say someone who's there 'til the bitte

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

<

My He(art)...

To love another with all of your heart

Can be seen as a work of art.

 

My Love....

From the moment our eyes met,

My soul could never forget.

You handed me your numb

Key 2 my HE@RT!!!!!
As i feel d tear go down my cheek,
I notice that my heart is weak,
For the lov

Friend
Friend

You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry

You scream, I scr

KATTAR LAGAYE BAITHE HAIN

Bas chalta ja tu sahi dagar,

Or peeche kabhi na mudna tu.

Jab pahuchega tu manzil

The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk

Sign up to write
Sign up now to share your poetry.
Login   |   Register
Follow Us
Indyaspeak @ Facebook Indyaspeak @ Twitter Indyaspeak @ Pinterest RSS



Play Free Quiz and Win Cash