His Messy Room


Posted on 15th Sep 2020 04:47 pm by rohit kumar

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,

And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.

His workbook is wedged in the window,

His sweater's been thrown on the floor.

His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,

And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet,

His vest has been left in the hall.

A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,

And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

Donald or Robert or Willie or--

Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,

I knew it looked familiar!

1 Like 0 Dislike
Previous poetry Next poetry
Other poetry

Take My Hand

I thought that I was chasing dreams

While I was walking down those fast streams.

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their sile

Only Us...

Laid my head upon your chest

Your arms encircled me,

It was, My Love, as if we we

Giving My Heart For You

First time we met,

We smiled laughed and played,

By the big Oak Tree in the back,

Have A Good Day

May your blessings be many

and your troubles be few.

And may you feel God's prese

How Much I Love You For You

Every tone of life

Makes a note for you.

Every word of life

Makes a phras

Worthless Love

No stupid love song can describe how I feel

Sometimes the words other people say

My Love....

From the moment our eyes met,

My soul could never forget.

You handed me your numb

Loneliness And Care With You

I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect

My pain with relations has reached it

My Love For Her

Your lips so soft and red.

The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.   &n

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