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
16th Apr 2021 1:40am
16th Apr 2021 1:40am
poem on being dead
sitting by the fire, reading
my book, I've no desire to
look any further ahead
my book, I've no desire to
look any further ahead
#books
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 3:26am
12th Apr 2021 3:26am
Lessons from a seagull
sun-sequined harbour
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
#family
#books
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
33 reads
8 Comments
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 3:12pm
10th Apr 2021 3:12pm
NoPoo number something
o
Pete wants me
to look after his woman
when he goes to prison,
never offered me a wage
nor nuthin,
and she’s happy enough
with that.
0’
bled
into my guitar
first time today
gave the mother of pearl
a nice hue, stained the strings some
and it hurt like hell
but I worked it into the rosewood
with fingertips
Pete wants me
to look after his woman
when he goes to prison,
never offered me a wage
nor nuthin,
and she’s happy enough
with that.
0’
bled
into my guitar
first time today
gave the mother of pearl
a nice hue, stained the strings some
and it hurt like hell
but I worked it into the rosewood
with fingertips
#books
57 reads
6 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 7:03am
9th Apr 2021 7:03am
Heidi, page 2 illustration
pg 2 illustration
#books
18 reads
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 4:18am
8th Apr 2021 4:18am
INTERSTELLAR COMMUNICATION
When I was a student at Cal
There were bookstores open at night
Near me I think were Barnes and Noble
Also Moe's
With Cody's not too far away
And don't forget Pegasus
I read books a lot more
Before the age of the internet
Of course back then
I wrote in forms
That could not travel to you
Quite like this
There were bookstores open at night
Near me I think were Barnes and Noble
Also Moe's
With Cody's not too far away
And don't forget Pegasus
I read books a lot more
Before the age of the internet
Of course back then
I wrote in forms
That could not travel to you
Quite like this
#technology
#books
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
#NaPoWriMo2021
21 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 00:48am
8th Apr 2021 00:48am
don't get ratty
I'm like mole, I find the river exciting and all that, but I'd rather be home
#inspirational
#books
18 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 6:04am
29th Mar 2021 6:04am
Quixotic and the Art of Imagination
Impossible dreams are never too far to attain
It is not lunacy to imagine or envision
But it is madness to give up on them
For the heart is filled with adventure
Each of us has an epic journey
To reach the far ends of the earth
Beyond the limits of our imagination
To fight for what is right and true
Perhaps it is on these travels
We will find love and courage
We will have chivalry and honor
When facing adversity
Look! Just beyond the horizon
Monsters in the distance
Giants with large...
It is not lunacy to imagine or envision
But it is madness to give up on them
For the heart is filled with adventure
Each of us has an epic journey
To reach the far ends of the earth
Beyond the limits of our imagination
To fight for what is right and true
Perhaps it is on these travels
We will find love and courage
We will have chivalry and honor
When facing adversity
Look! Just beyond the horizon
Monsters in the distance
Giants with large...
#dreams
#books
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
34 reads
2 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 9:08pm
21st Mar 2021 9:08pm
What is a story?
A story is what happens
when a man with a gun
walks into the room.
It’s as simple as
“The man walked down the street.”
The only effort is
deciding what he does next.
Writers aren’t special,
just practiced, and paid.
They do what everyone does
every day
for free. Except that their stories
aren’t even true.
(Which is probably why they get paid.)
when a man with a gun
walks into the room.
It’s as simple as
“The man walked down the street.”
The only effort is
deciding what he does next.
Writers aren’t special,
just practiced, and paid.
They do what everyone does
every day
for free. Except that their stories
aren’t even true.
(Which is probably why they get paid.)
#books
56 reads
8 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 6:38pm
21st Mar 2021 6:38pm
art collector
I miss the girl I used to be.
The girl that saw people
As the bindings to a book
All their own
Kind of like the girl that hid from the world
Enraptured in black and white portals to worlds all her own...
I wanted to read every page
With eager eyes and a hungry soul.
To devour and destroy was never my intention...
But if only I could touch the pages
Become lost in the twists and turns of humanity
Roads all linked but never quite the same.
I wanted to taste the same euphoria
When I read these living...
The girl that saw people
As the bindings to a book
All their own
Kind of like the girl that hid from the world
Enraptured in black and white portals to worlds all her own...
I wanted to read every page
With eager eyes and a hungry soul.
To devour and destroy was never my intention...
But if only I could touch the pages
Become lost in the twists and turns of humanity
Roads all linked but never quite the same.
I wanted to taste the same euphoria
When I read these living...
#love
#books
#SelfReflection
#art
#passion
53 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 7:11am
19th Mar 2021 7:11am
winner takes all
Winner takes all
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done...
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
26 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 7:43am
5th Mar 2021 7:43am
the royal sport
The royal sport
A racehorse died
it had given more
then its heart could endure.
Many racehorses die
every year
the difference with this horse
its trainer
sat on the dead horse
and smiled.
But horses like racing,
true but at its own pace
not made to run faster than it can
But the British are animal lovers
unquestionable,
but they love betting more.
Racing horses
is a commodity
if they can´t take the pace and win
the abattoir
is the final stop
A racehorse died
it had given more
then its heart could endure.
Many racehorses die
every year
the difference with this horse
its trainer
sat on the dead horse
and smiled.
But horses like racing,
true but at its own pace
not made to run faster than it can
But the British are animal lovers
unquestionable,
but they love betting more.
Racing horses
is a commodity
if they can´t take the pace and win
the abattoir
is the final stop
#money
#mirror
#books
38 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 2:16pm
27th Feb 2021 2:16pm
The Characters In The US Comic Book
Obama is “Scooby Doo"
Trump is “The Clown"
Biden is “Doctor Doom”
Trump is “The Clown"
Biden is “Doctor Doom”
#men
#politics
#books #funny
#books #funny
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