order in disorder poem, my room poem , untidy room

My room is full of disorder,
With countless things to ponder.
Tons of crumpled clothes and paper,
Pile up forming a big skyscraper.

Floor adorned with breadcrumbs
Holding the weight of humdrum.
White walls as blank as aΒ canvas,
Shouldering the ceiling like Atlas.

Spiders browsing the giant webs
and lizards roaming with tiny steps.
Thick folded dusty curtains for the ghosts to hide,
and a messy brown desk just beside.

Despite all this disorder
I find peace, I find order.


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18 thoughts on “Order in disorder | A short poem about my room”

  1. Despite all this disorder. I find peace, I find order. That’s the highlight for me. It’s a very nice poem Unni. But being a clean freak, I was just thinking of cleaning your room while reading this poem.

  2. Are you making a paranormal movie.. doesn’t matter room is small or big..clean or dirty dear this the place we are emotionally attached with πŸ™‚

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