In The Doghouse Poem, by notapoet, at My poetic side

I sit in the place

Where a man is usually sent

For doing or saying things

That really weren’t meant

I am sent here to repent

To sulk and to brood

For being insensitive and non-caring

Obnoxious or rude

Starved of all emotion

And only served looks that are frozen

Fed just deserts of distasteful emotions

That have carefully been chosen

My apologetic whimpers are lost

In the deafening silence around

And my pleading sad eyes

Are forced to stare at the ground

Sent to this place

For my so-called bad behavior

This time it will take more than chocolate and flowers

To act as my savior

Comments +

P.H.Rose December 26th, 2016 18:44
Ha ha.. brilliant.
Been there a few
Too many times.
Very good sir......
Christina8 December 26th, 2016 21:06
Really good poem! Love the rhymes! I"m a sucker for flowers, maybe she is too! Good luck! 🙂
WriteBeLight December 27th, 2016 08:15
Wish you could unring the bell! Nice job about a situation many have been in...:)

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