Poetry about Books
#books
Poetry about books, here you'll find poems about, or inspired by, books. Poems about the power of words and books to influence, move and inspire. Poetry by avid readers of books and those for whom a book, or books, have had a profound influence over their life, and their writing.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:17am
14th Jan 2025 3:17am
Queen of the Library
Queen of the Library
She is a Rorschach rose
Of a pink ink blot stain
Whose cipher is a frat boy mystery
Who wears her lipstick feminism
Perched on a swivel chair
In a faux leather skirt and stiletto heels
With boys scrutinizing the loops
For the buttons on her vest
But her lost in dreams of Penelope
Waiting in Ithaca
For Odysseus to return
But young stallions lined up
With research questions
On the motifs in Tropic of Cancer
While she peers through the glasses
Of an Owl in need of bifocals
To read...
She is a Rorschach rose
Of a pink ink blot stain
Whose cipher is a frat boy mystery
Who wears her lipstick feminism
Perched on a swivel chair
In a faux leather skirt and stiletto heels
With boys scrutinizing the loops
For the buttons on her vest
But her lost in dreams of Penelope
Waiting in Ithaca
For Odysseus to return
But young stallions lined up
With research questions
On the motifs in Tropic of Cancer
While she peers through the glasses
Of an Owl in need of bifocals
To read...
#books
#college
#erotic #women
#erotic #women
43 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 11:59am
30th Dec 2024 11:59am
The Deadly Bookcase
After her sister & mother haven't heard from Chrissy for several days, her family reported the petite 31 year old missing. Fifteen days after filing the missing persons report, the mother & sister noticed a foul odor in the house. Following their noses, they found Chrissy wedged behind a 6-foot bookcase. She had fallen headfirst and became trapped behind the bookcase when she tried to adjust her television set, which sat on the top shelf.
#books
#death
#fiction
#ignorance
#satirical
58 reads
14 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 00:04am
7th Dec 2024 00:04am
whodunnit
in classic crime books it’s rarely the
gardener’s second cousin’s tailor who did it’s so frustrating
not to get a mention,
and in any case you know how it looks
gardener’s second cousin’s tailor who did it’s so frustrating
not to get a mention,
and in any case you know how it looks
#books
51 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
library
the books
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
#books
#freedom
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
76 reads
8 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 4:10pm
22nd Nov 2024 4:10pm
A Portal to Imaginations End ...
Through the Avo green ferns, the bushes, the ancient trees,
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
#books
#dreams
#forest
#nature
#wisdom
41 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:45pm
13th Nov 2024 1:45pm
Repose
The wind, the rain, the wine and tea;
the candlelight and radio
playing jazz instrumentals low...
as quiet nights were meant to be;
with puddle ripples at a glance
waving me from the asphalt drips
as vision through a curtain slips
when I peek at the street askance,
and then the glimmer of the gilt
leads me to the spines of books
to earn eurekas and gadzooks
where all that printer's ink was spilt
as fodder for a midnight mind
in passage to more verse inclined.
the candlelight and radio
playing jazz instrumentals low...
as quiet nights were meant to be;
with puddle ripples at a glance
waving me from the asphalt drips
as vision through a curtain slips
when I peek at the street askance,
and then the glimmer of the gilt
leads me to the spines of books
to earn eurekas and gadzooks
where all that printer's ink was spilt
as fodder for a midnight mind
in passage to more verse inclined.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 1:08pm
11th Nov 2024 1:08pm
an Ode to Social Media
The viral virus we've cast and caught,
A net of likes and brain-dead thought
For every child and grown soul, too,
Is drawn into the cellphone's social view.
They scroll and swipe, they tap and stare,
Consumed by screens that trap and snare.
In homes and parks, on cornered streets,
They bow to feeds and trending tweets.
Through each Facebook, X, Twit and share,
They’re Snapchat an Tinders filters unaware.
Just last week, in passing by,
I saw someone's numb dull, vacant eye.
They chase the numbers“likes” and fame
Each...
A net of likes and brain-dead thought
For every child and grown soul, too,
Is drawn into the cellphone's social view.
They scroll and swipe, they tap and stare,
Consumed by screens that trap and snare.
In homes and parks, on cornered streets,
They bow to feeds and trending tweets.
Through each Facebook, X, Twit and share,
They’re Snapchat an Tinders filters unaware.
Just last week, in passing by,
I saw someone's numb dull, vacant eye.
They chase the numbers“likes” and fame
Each...
#books
#motivational
#reading #technology
#reading #technology
48 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 00:39am
7th Nov 2024 00:39am
personal comforts
politics can be awful if things don’t
go your way read british library
crime classics, and for breakfast,
I’d suggest, hot buttered crumpets ..
go your way read british library
crime classics, and for breakfast,
I’d suggest, hot buttered crumpets ..
#books
#food
#politics
61 reads
2 Comments
mike_will
Mike Will
Mike Will
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 8:28pm
6th Nov 2024 8:28pm
Birthday
To be or not to be
A day to celebrate me
If you were mine it could be we
Promote my book to the tee
A personal story you see
Drama, tragedy and trauma is key
Yet good moments litter this work of art like the sea
In the book I spill some tea
What matters is to what degree
My mind must be free
So buying my book is key
Assured you will laugh just agree
So Its a guarantee
Get a grasp of my reality
My number is +254727569775 I plea
This book is yours to keep.
Sale! Sale! Sale! Right here
A day to celebrate me
If you were mine it could be we
Promote my book to the tee
A personal story you see
Drama, tragedy and trauma is key
Yet good moments litter this work of art like the sea
In the book I spill some tea
What matters is to what degree
My mind must be free
So buying my book is key
Assured you will laugh just agree
So Its a guarantee
Get a grasp of my reality
My number is +254727569775 I plea
This book is yours to keep.
Sale! Sale! Sale! Right here
#books
#passion
#reading
82 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
Warhol of Love
Warhol of Love
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
#art
#books
#funny
#learning
#romantic
125 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 00:06am
24th Oct 2024 00:06am
agatha, I’m sorry! I said. ..
look, I’m getting to an age where I almost
fancy miss marple!
not that I’d read too much into it if I were you,
although I think I always did ..
fancy miss marple!
not that I’d read too much into it if I were you,
although I think I always did ..
#books
88 reads
1 Comment
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