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.
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 9:16pm
23rd Mar 2025 9:16pm
Librarian
Librarian
I borrowed something, perhaps a book, which is always just a book,
or a fork which is never wholly a fork,
an apple torch, actually a beacon light,
the entire colour yellow,
not like late nights whispering secrets,
or the scent of vanilla on pine,
not like a garden, or a documentary
or a song,
not like the taste of salt,
sand beneath feet,
not on a mound under small trees,
or above a river, under others,
not like others, the presumption and nervousness of others,
not like words, or sounds,
that are not...
I borrowed something, perhaps a book, which is always just a book,
or a fork which is never wholly a fork,
an apple torch, actually a beacon light,
the entire colour yellow,
not like late nights whispering secrets,
or the scent of vanilla on pine,
not like a garden, or a documentary
or a song,
not like the taste of salt,
sand beneath feet,
not on a mound under small trees,
or above a river, under others,
not like others, the presumption and nervousness of others,
not like words, or sounds,
that are not...
#books
#regret
#sadness
46 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 00:41am
13th Mar 2025 00:41am
no longer looks
I’m losing all interest in the internet
offers plenty of other poetry sites
but they all seem so po faced with all that
I’ll stay at home with my books
offers plenty of other poetry sites
but they all seem so po faced with all that
I’ll stay at home with my books
#books
104 reads
6 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:53am
11th Mar 2025 10:53am
Writing Books
When you write a book using the feather of a hen.
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.
Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.
The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.
Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.
The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.
Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.
The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.
Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.
The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...
#books
#hope
#magic #motivational
#magic #motivational
48 reads
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
Feeling Of A New Book
Not much people talk about the feeling of a new book.
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
#books
#hope
#magic
#motivational
#prose
42 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 1:20am
3rd Mar 2025 1:20am
the plum days
as a child I’d sit in the library
next door to the park reading Wodehouse,
when I should have been at school
scared me frankly they asked too much
of me, what was this divided by that,
cross country running, swimming,
do you want a fight, why, what’s the point out
trafalgar upon a map
next door to the park reading Wodehouse,
when I should have been at school
scared me frankly they asked too much
of me, what was this divided by that,
cross country running, swimming,
do you want a fight, why, what’s the point out
trafalgar upon a map
#books
90 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 11:44pm
1st Mar 2025 11:44pm
mate, who knows ..
where’s the next george orwell, you ask.
but there won’t be,
nor the next samuel johnson, nor swift,
come to that.
but there might be
someone else entirely
fit for the role of the boy who laughed
at the emperor’s new clothes
but there won’t be,
nor the next samuel johnson, nor swift,
come to that.
but there might be
someone else entirely
fit for the role of the boy who laughed
at the emperor’s new clothes
#books
80 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
88 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
Dear Reader
This must be what they talk about.
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
#books
#dreams
#hope
#love
#uplifting
64 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
Baroness
after Paul S…
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
#books
#culture
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
71 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
Beat Me to a Pulp
"... a type of work produced by half-educated and wholly incompetent writers for consumption by office boys, factory girls, and other persons devoid of culture and literary taste." - R Austin Freeman, "The Art of the Detective Story"
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
#art
#books
#PopCulture #reading
#PopCulture #reading
81 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 00:19am
23rd Jan 2025 00:19am
just thinking ..
boswell was a sex obsessed but god fearing
bloke sitting next to him in the inn was johnson who had
his own ideas about everything can be discussed
in the pub but boz, he says, get the drinks in ..
bloke sitting next to him in the inn was johnson who had
his own ideas about everything can be discussed
in the pub but boz, he says, get the drinks in ..
#books
67 reads
1 Comment
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
82 reads
14 Comments
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