#room poems on Hello Poetry

Tony Luxton Feb 2018

Sitting waiting in the packed room,
trying not to adopt the mood,
watching bubbles rise 'What's 'er name'?
sensing movements, glancing eyes.
A few know each other,
smile hello, kids bellow.

This is not the place for show.
The bubbles silently burst.
No effort worth the candle
sadly burning, spluttering.
Sighs sour invisible clouds,
waiting for the 'Next , please' blow.

speech bubbles rising

#packed #room #next #please #blow

Ideefixe Feb 2018

Empty Room

I have an empty room
there is no place for you
not even piece of floor
you’ll stand before the door

you can find a golden key
or bring me cup of tea
but you will never see my face
because I need some space

sing me a song if you could
when I’m hungry bring me a fruit
through keyhole I’ll make a glance
to say cheerful word: ‘thanks’

I’m sorry for your loss
I’m trying to get better
as you are worth of my smile
even when the world is vile

#room #floor #empty #lonely

Nilsa Lopez Feb 2018

light

There is always room for light
if you let the windows open.

#room #happiness #light #shortquote #quote

roses are bed Jan 2018

The Room

All the people, all the people
They love to hide and seek
When there's champagne and the bands play
That's when they come

All the people, all the people
They always leave too soon
As they seek out from this lighthouse
No Mayflower
In June

In the room full of people
That always talk so low
When they can't find my best side
That's when they'll go
Oh, all the people, all the people
They won't come back for me
When I sailed home I held on
A Mayflower
Lost at sea

All the people, all the people
Won't let me play hide and seek
When I scream out in this big crowd
There's only me
In the room of their rumors
Of a world I've went to see

All the people, all the people

They never smiled at me

#roses #are #bed #the #room

AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018

Wall

Paintings of dogs
On the wall
In the X-ray room
At the hospital
Where I go
Every week

#painting #dogs #hospital #room #wall #bones

Florivee Jan 2018

Lost, not.

I stopped believing I was lost
when I closed my eyes
and tried to find myself
just to witness an empty room
full of ''no one" looking for me, too.

(fohn)

#lost #dark #sleep #find #no #one #sad #eyes #room #empty

Illona Dec 2017

Crowded Room

Words been sitting on my tongue for so long
Nothing can escape
They don't know how to solve the labryrinth
Eyes contact
In
Every crowded room
Only see
the brown orbs
Looking at the sun
But can't see the moon

-S.I

I can't hug the blues but i can see the sun

#sun #moon #brown #orbs #labryrinth #see #crowded #room #escape #nothing

Skylar Keith Dec 2017

Feathers

I spread my wings
Looking left before turning the other way
This time I can make it

Jumping from the spot I perch on
Soaring across the ranges
Watching my shadow fly over the fields

Almost made it
Looking left and sighing
Once again I didn't make it

One last glance is thrown at the place I yearn for
My wings failing me as I plummet to the ground
My eyes opening only to see the familiar scenery of my room

One more failed attempt to get what I want

Dreams can leave us wondering what we want in life
Can make us ask ourselves what it is that we want
What we want to do

#dreams #wings #flying #feathers #life #room #nightmare #waking #yearning #achievments

Zero Nine Dec 2017

Rosado

We dream
we want
the awards you take
We dream
we buy
the hypocrisy
We dream
we want
the new days you describe
in your speeches

The soap box betrays you

Twitter. Tweeting. Facebook. Facade.
Insta. Instant. Dopamine rush.

If you could separate your self from the stage,
that would be great.
-- but if you're going to make a political statement
while accepting an award for your humanity,
you might want to think about what your
individual actions tell the world about you.

Who will listen?
Who will ask?
Looks like money once more
takes the last laugh.

Opulence. "Must be nice."

#opulence #rosado #pink #hypocrisy #elephant #room #hate #speech #lgbtq #ally

D Dec 2017

metaphor

A broken record playing softly from the corner of the room on repeat
with no-longer-white sheets draped over rotting, forgotten furniture.
Thick drapes coated heavily in years of dust have kept the warm rays of sunlight from piercing the stale darkness that permeates the space.
There is no life here, no forgiveness;
only the wailing of the record as it hums its familiar tune, until finally it, too, ends.

If I had to describe what it feels like to allow myself to trust people, this would be it.

#poetry #metaphor #room #myself