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
18th Sep 2020 00:11am
18th Sep 2020 00:11am
what a bleedin' twist
the artful dodger lived by his
wits often remark that oliver didn't guess what, his family was
rich ..
wits often remark that oliver didn't guess what, his family was
rich ..
#books
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 7:58am
15th Sep 2020 7:58am
America
America
I used to love America we never said the USA
as a young seaman, it was the place to buy T. shirts, jeans
and white I never forget the name, Arrow shirts
the people full of optimism everything was possible
and the workers were relatively affluent.
the racial aspect never bothered us; we saw black workers
and white workers toiling on the harbour.
I was reading much back then and discovered I had lived
in a bubble.
In New Orleans, I came face to face with racism I hat
met an enormous black foreman he invited me to
the...
I used to love America we never said the USA
as a young seaman, it was the place to buy T. shirts, jeans
and white I never forget the name, Arrow shirts
the people full of optimism everything was possible
and the workers were relatively affluent.
the racial aspect never bothered us; we saw black workers
and white workers toiling on the harbour.
I was reading much back then and discovered I had lived
in a bubble.
In New Orleans, I came face to face with racism I hat
met an enormous black foreman he invited me to
the...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
32 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 6:10pm
13th Sep 2020 6:10pm
home from the sea
Home from the sea
he is walking into the town,
new trousers and jacket
bought in America, shiny shoes.
He smiles to the girls who smile back
he has money
in his pocket home from the sea.
He has many friends
they come in the bar to say halo,
beer is flowing he pays
home from the sea flush of money.
Smells of expensive after-shave
bought in America.
He is walking into town,
his jacket is no longer new and shoes
not shiny
he is broke does not go to the bar.
It is a dull day.
He goes down to the...
he is walking into the town,
new trousers and jacket
bought in America, shiny shoes.
He smiles to the girls who smile back
he has money
in his pocket home from the sea.
He has many friends
they come in the bar to say halo,
beer is flowing he pays
home from the sea flush of money.
Smells of expensive after-shave
bought in America.
He is walking into town,
his jacket is no longer new and shoes
not shiny
he is broke does not go to the bar.
It is a dull day.
He goes down to the...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
34 reads
1 Comment
faithmairee
Poem Published
12th Sep 2020 8:04am
12th Sep 2020 8:04am
Enheduanna High Priestess of UR
Enheduanna was
the first recorded poet
as well as being
the first known author
but who of us know
she was the
High Priestess of
the sumarion city of UR
she held a high political rank,
while paving the way
for writers today
and is worthy of our praise
the first recorded poet
as well as being
the first known author
but who of us know
she was the
High Priestess of
the sumarion city of UR
she held a high political rank,
while paving the way
for writers today
and is worthy of our praise
#politics
#books
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 2:27pm
9th Sep 2020 2:27pm
modern democray
Modern democracy
Think of an egg hollow it out drink its albumen and yolk
the empty shell cracks easily and we call it democracy
and free expression which is subjected to unwritten laws.
You can call Trump a son of the devil, but not wish him
hanged, like Mussolini, was hung.
You will be subject to a sensor and put in a cell for a night,
democracy is a schoolyard with high walls if rules
are following the power to be will smile benightedly, you are
a useful idiot and they shower you will see the illusion
of richness if...
Think of an egg hollow it out drink its albumen and yolk
the empty shell cracks easily and we call it democracy
and free expression which is subjected to unwritten laws.
You can call Trump a son of the devil, but not wish him
hanged, like Mussolini, was hung.
You will be subject to a sensor and put in a cell for a night,
democracy is a schoolyard with high walls if rules
are following the power to be will smile benightedly, you are
a useful idiot and they shower you will see the illusion
of richness if...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
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AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
6th Sep 2020 7:32am
6th Sep 2020 7:32am
Glimpse of watery ink.
A November hill
Town walk in the
Fields of days
Into the night
For Ben hasn't been
Home in the summertime of
Of the country case
Where the dew on my leaves
Are still glup like the
Fluid of yacht charter of freight
Fein in the group of the country
Map showing harbor days .
Town walk in the
Fields of days
Into the night
For Ben hasn't been
Home in the summertime of
Of the country case
Where the dew on my leaves
Are still glup like the
Fluid of yacht charter of freight
Fein in the group of the country
Map showing harbor days .
#books
25 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
5th Sep 2020 9:53am
5th Sep 2020 9:53am
the forest we planted
The forest we planted
In the flatland of western Norway
where the wind has no hesitation rolling sheep into a woolly ball
horses turned their rump to the wind hung their heads
Refusing to plough, something had to be done.
Trees were planted and to our surprise survived but crooked and
strong because the soil was fertile.
When the trees grew strong the shielded fields, the land was plough-able
again and no chicken was carried away by the wind
except for ducklings but as we know, they are brainless.
People began...
In the flatland of western Norway
where the wind has no hesitation rolling sheep into a woolly ball
horses turned their rump to the wind hung their heads
Refusing to plough, something had to be done.
Trees were planted and to our surprise survived but crooked and
strong because the soil was fertile.
When the trees grew strong the shielded fields, the land was plough-able
again and no chicken was carried away by the wind
except for ducklings but as we know, they are brainless.
People began...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
36 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
31st Aug 2020 9:03am
31st Aug 2020 9:03am
the psychriatist
the psychiatrist
I saw him on the you-tube he was elegant and forceful
and worth listening too although I found his views unbending
and he brokered no opposition.
His view on marriage was ideal but totally impractical
did he not know that women often instigate divorce because
to twerp or a wife beater.
I wonder if he is married to his wife to prove a point, it could be
his wife agrees.
A stern father raised him, and that made his success full.
Well, I was raised by a mother who thought me about literature.
His reason that women...
I saw him on the you-tube he was elegant and forceful
and worth listening too although I found his views unbending
and he brokered no opposition.
His view on marriage was ideal but totally impractical
did he not know that women often instigate divorce because
to twerp or a wife beater.
I wonder if he is married to his wife to prove a point, it could be
his wife agrees.
A stern father raised him, and that made his success full.
Well, I was raised by a mother who thought me about literature.
His reason that women...
#money
#books
#consumerism
43 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 00:22am
28th Jul 2020 00:22am
but, look
I've never thought of life
as a journey only gets you so
far I've been quite content
staying at home with a book
as a journey only gets you so
far I've been quite content
staying at home with a book
#books
51 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Jul 2020 11:08pm
25th Jul 2020 11:08pm
I didn't buy it ..
there are signs on the shelves
which say you shouldn't touch a book unless you intend to buy it means browsing is out so I left
which say you shouldn't touch a book unless you intend to buy it means browsing is out so I left
#books
41 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Jul 2020 00:14am
24th Jul 2020 00:14am
scary, though just resting
since the virus I've read our mutual friend, boswell's life of johnson, johnson's lives of the poets and numerous whodunnits been interesting ..
#books
46 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2020 00:14am
22nd Jul 2020 00:14am
fiction
I read whodunnits from
the twentieth century was most
of my life seems irrelevant
now since it lies in the past
the twentieth century was most
of my life seems irrelevant
now since it lies in the past
#books
57 reads
2 Comments
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