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

Other poetry

mati mere desh ki

नदी, झील, झरनों की झाँकी मनमोहक है,

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Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.

I never thought we would be apart.

When

NEEND UD GAYI PATA HI NA CHALA

जिंदगी की आपाधापी में कब हमारी उम्र न

pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai

 

har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai

roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata

A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <

When You Went Away

when you went away my world turned cold and gray.

when you wanted to leave I begged you t

Farewell (My Last Goodbye)
I cherished the times when we're together
I hoped that it would last forever
but now there's n

Sweet Birthday To You My Love

A wish for lots of birthday fun

To last until the day is done.

Hoping that all yo

Seeking Peace

I am broken,

Shattered into irreparable pieces.

Who is going to save me?