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.
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
44 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
61 reads
8 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 6:40am
2nd Dec 2024 6:40am
Cascade
Gaia waters your daintiness...
initiated as first Daughter of the Nile
smile in your quietness
count your blessings of abundance and remembrance
as tides widen your horizons
soak in the Book of your Timothy
marinate in wealth of masculine empathy
bathe in rich sudsy Love
where the warmth of orgasmic waves flood
your senses...your sensibilities
read me baby in algebraic ascension of dimensions
as My tsunamic altitudes mood swings
beneath your unspoken...
initiated as first Daughter of the Nile
smile in your quietness
count your blessings of abundance and remembrance
as tides widen your horizons
soak in the Book of your Timothy
marinate in wealth of masculine empathy
bathe in rich sudsy Love
where the warmth of orgasmic waves flood
your senses...your sensibilities
read me baby in algebraic ascension of dimensions
as My tsunamic altitudes mood swings
beneath your unspoken...
#books
#love
#nature
#water
#women
131 reads
4 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
36 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
67 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
45 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
55 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
73 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
110 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
84 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
a cold snap
cold environment
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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