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

Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust

TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN

कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से

A Kind-Hearted Angel Friend

Your kindness has been blessed to me

From the stars above.

Your words all fill my

You Know I Love You

I'll be with you as long as you want me to,

Until the end of time.

The day I met

My Babe....

Together we may struggle

but without you all I feel is pain.

Sometimes I may seem

Our Love Story

You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat

I knew in an instant we were destined to

A Love Song

Let me sing you a love song

About what I feel in my heart;

Butterflies can't find

An Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How l

Another Crush

I don't want to keep feeling this way,

Because each time I come closer, you move away.

The Perfect Little Town

The little town was the perfect little town,

Where never would you see even one little fr

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