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.
AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
20th Sep 2021 11:07am
20th Sep 2021 11:07am
The careless.
She said I feel red roses...
No he said
Just white roses.
Graham
To
Lily green.
(In memory of a lost one).
No he said
Just white roses.
Graham
To
Lily green.
(In memory of a lost one).
#books
#reading
15 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 00:34am
10th Sep 2021 00:34am
Non for Me, Thanks
Don’t do much non-fiction reading,
besides the occasional history book.
I tend to prefer stories that aren’t real.
They’re more fun and have better endings.
besides the occasional history book.
I tend to prefer stories that aren’t real.
They’re more fun and have better endings.
#books
25 reads
2 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 7:59pm
9th Sep 2021 7:59pm
NEW COLLECTION
As much as it isn't about money (obviously) it would be nice to have some monetary gain. Not one of my poems has ever been accepted for publication in a professional (that is to say, PAYING) capacity. The only money I make is from Amazon sales when I put the novels or collections together. And I rely solely on Word-of-Mouth to get my work out there. So...if you can't find it in you to PURCHASE my work, please at least have the kindness to share the links, As it stands, I have sold exactly ONE copy of the last piece, titled WILL. That's not going to help me eat, pay bills or provide my lover...
#sadness
#suicide
#books #support
#books #support
26 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
1st Sep 2021 11:35pm
1st Sep 2021 11:35pm
little things found in secondhand books
a photograph of a young Jack Russell
with a scruffy black head
and white body,
looking like a plucked chicken.
a birthday message,
handwritten, dated two weeks
before it reached my hands.
(the recipient must not have liked
Southern Gothic short stories.)
a postcard of a Van Gogh scene
(“Wheatfield, with Cypresses”).
that one i keep on my nightstand,
backlit by my reading lamp.
i think about the hands
that placed these little gifts
between the pages of the books.
a woman’s hands,
wrinkled,...
with a scruffy black head
and white body,
looking like a plucked chicken.
a birthday message,
handwritten, dated two weeks
before it reached my hands.
(the recipient must not have liked
Southern Gothic short stories.)
a postcard of a Van Gogh scene
(“Wheatfield, with Cypresses”).
that one i keep on my nightstand,
backlit by my reading lamp.
i think about the hands
that placed these little gifts
between the pages of the books.
a woman’s hands,
wrinkled,...
#books
41 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Sep 2021 1:32am
1st Sep 2021 1:32am
the letter
there was a hand written letter,
used as a bookmark
in an old victorian novel;
I thought it was better to read the letter than the book
used as a bookmark
in an old victorian novel;
I thought it was better to read the letter than the book
#books
35 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Aug 2021 00:30am
26th Aug 2021 00:30am
a critic for the sunday times
not everyone’s a critic, he said,
fearful for his job
fearful for his job
#books
33 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
24th Aug 2021 8:45am
24th Aug 2021 8:45am
The Reading Life
The reading life is filled with sin.
You quake in your confessional,
knelt before the grille,
telling Shakespeare’s priest
you’ll read a German master soon,
a thesis on the hallowed spits of time
on which we all roast.
But, you see, there I go again.
Bringing up grotesquerie.
Not getting tight on anything
but pulp; detective stories,
horror books, things with lurid covers and
a rote but pleasing plot.
Know this, at least:
in his day, Shakespeare too
was jeered at by the Bards,
because his blank...
You quake in your confessional,
knelt before the grille,
telling Shakespeare’s priest
you’ll read a German master soon,
a thesis on the hallowed spits of time
on which we all roast.
But, you see, there I go again.
Bringing up grotesquerie.
Not getting tight on anything
but pulp; detective stories,
horror books, things with lurid covers and
a rote but pleasing plot.
Know this, at least:
in his day, Shakespeare too
was jeered at by the Bards,
because his blank...
#books
28 reads
2 Comments
AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 10:55am
20th Aug 2021 10:55am
The hay garden.
The boy was in search September
Diary and the longings of wood work
Where the park the man is the
Fellow green diaries and daisies
Raised on the Sunday nights in castles.
Diary and the longings of wood work
Where the park the man is the
Fellow green diaries and daisies
Raised on the Sunday nights in castles.
#books
22 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
18th Aug 2021 7:17pm
18th Aug 2021 7:17pm
Tales
That April bloomed,
spoons of heaped
winter decay,
blossom laced
with doves hues,
hues laced with words,
out of mouths
- humans
turned stiff corpses,
rebirthing
from fresh ground,
love letters to worsening parts,
indulgences denied,
imposed confines
out into the light
onto the street, set about
between trees,
making hoops of bodies,
baptised,
roaring,
turning tales from hurt,
or is hurt
a message
divine enough to love
in a poem just
in a heap of poems
abandoned...
spoons of heaped
winter decay,
blossom laced
with doves hues,
hues laced with words,
out of mouths
- humans
turned stiff corpses,
rebirthing
from fresh ground,
love letters to worsening parts,
indulgences denied,
imposed confines
out into the light
onto the street, set about
between trees,
making hoops of bodies,
baptised,
roaring,
turning tales from hurt,
or is hurt
a message
divine enough to love
in a poem just
in a heap of poems
abandoned...
#books
#confessional
47 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Aug 2021 00:34am
15th Aug 2021 00:34am
another charing cross road poem
bloke behind the counter
in the esoteric bookshop asks if
he can help
me, I ain’t saying
in the esoteric bookshop asks if
he can help
me, I ain’t saying
#secrets
#books
36 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Aug 2021 00:57am
12th Aug 2021 00:57am
Christopher Fowler
fowler is possibly the dickens of our city in this age, his odd, slightly outlandish characters, upon every street, upon every page
#books
#prose
28 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
11th Aug 2021 6:50pm
11th Aug 2021 6:50pm
Venti Dark Roast
A video I made for LilDragonFly's latest publication: Venti Dark Roast.
#books
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
83 reads
4 Comments
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