My Bedroom, My Habitat
A haiku-chain poem about my favourite room of my apartment: my bubblegum pink bedroom
In my pink chamber,
I settle in, and relax-
I crave quietness.
******
I dream, or travel
to my favourite places
with my eyes open.
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I'm free as a dove,
and have lots of time to kill-
read books, or watch films.
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I'm comfy, and warm
like a sleeping panda bear
in my queen-sized bed.
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My pink chamber is
my cute human habitat,
and mystical cave.
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem. My bedroom will always be my favourite spot of my apartment, because of the colour and all the accessories I use to decorate my bedroom. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others and don't hesitate to send me a tip to show your appreciation, support and interest. To find and read more of my poems, stories and articles, please subscribe to me and visit my public profile at any time. Please feel free to follow and connect with me on Instagram. Have a great day!
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About the Creator
Talia Devora
Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
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Comments (3)
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Cosy, comfy, and really clever! Nice work 👍
Talent doesn't begin to describe your work. Thanks for sharing with me.