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.
oskar
Poem Published
Today 8:19am
Today 8:19am
spoken poetry
Spoken Poetry
I woman was reading some of my poems
They sounded like mine, but not sure
I thought they were too good, I have never
Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry
But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.
The voice made for poetry came from
Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she
Didn’t wanted comment.
Perhaps I was wrong
A wish to write as good
As the poems she read was wishful thinking.
From my part.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.
I woman was reading some of my poems
They sounded like mine, but not sure
I thought they were too good, I have never
Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry
But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.
The voice made for poetry came from
Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she
Didn’t wanted comment.
Perhaps I was wrong
A wish to write as good
As the poems she read was wishful thinking.
From my part.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
8 reads
1 Comment
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 2:30am
8th Jul 2019 2:30am
Slaying rhetorical dragons
While some will grow up only to sink down
Playing harmonic progression of no sound
Battle Titans with whipped autosuggestion
Such balderdash answers beg the question,
Forgotten Van Gogh of a Thoreau meadow
One man tango thru a gauntlet of shadow
Infernal cure paid with witty shekels galore
Figurative dirt falls upon their golden floor,
Cicero row your boat to a philosophical sea
Sing for one's supper on one operatic knee
Invisible ink used in the letter they penned
While pulling a fast one until the bitter end.
Playing harmonic progression of no sound
Battle Titans with whipped autosuggestion
Such balderdash answers beg the question,
Forgotten Van Gogh of a Thoreau meadow
One man tango thru a gauntlet of shadow
Infernal cure paid with witty shekels galore
Figurative dirt falls upon their golden floor,
Cicero row your boat to a philosophical sea
Sing for one's supper on one operatic knee
Invisible ink used in the letter they penned
While pulling a fast one until the bitter end.
#shadows
#books
#rhyming #quatrain
#rhyming #quatrain
36 reads
4 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 12:18pm
2nd Jul 2019 12:18pm
Polysyllabic allusion
An aggregate warping time by concord veiled rent
Uncommonly sophisticated omen of a form spent
As scorning directions hither into removing effect
Novel invitations convey a force too akin to check,
Determining attention amid the organic overused
Among afterthoughts, you will nevermore confuse
As eccentric authority to continue solely cognizant
Winter's courage within such flowering dew intent,
One winding track of cerebral lines thru hills insane
These specific amalgam talents to launch each train
Such obtuse notions sequentially...
Uncommonly sophisticated omen of a form spent
As scorning directions hither into removing effect
Novel invitations convey a force too akin to check,
Determining attention amid the organic overused
Among afterthoughts, you will nevermore confuse
As eccentric authority to continue solely cognizant
Winter's courage within such flowering dew intent,
One winding track of cerebral lines thru hills insane
These specific amalgam talents to launch each train
Such obtuse notions sequentially...
#spiritual
#books
37 reads
6 Comments
DirtyDonna
Poem Published
20th Jun 2019 8:00pm
20th Jun 2019 8:00pm
Parlor Walls
Game of Thrones
TV shows
Why
Nobody knows
Mindless,
Made up people
It's not real, man,
It is not real
What is the deal
Why do they care
About what's on air
Boob-Tube
Idiot Box
They lounge around
Wearing socks
TV shows
Why
Nobody knows
Mindless,
Made up people
It's not real, man,
It is not real
What is the deal
Why do they care
About what's on air
Boob-Tube
Idiot Box
They lounge around
Wearing socks
#corruption
#technology
#books #humankind
#books #humankind
32 reads
1 Comment
David_Macleod
Poem Published
7th Jun 2019 4:21pm
7th Jun 2019 4:21pm
Closing Books
Some times closing a good book
Brings sadness that it is finished
Books we close gently and fondly
They talk to us even after they close
And, in time we may re-open them
Reading again, from the beginning
Despite knowing the ending already
I don't believe in book burning
I still have a copy of Mein Kampf
Sitting uneasily in between the
Bible, the Satanic Bible and the Koran
On the same shelves sits Steinbeck
Poe, Shelly, Spike Milligan, Bukowski
I have very catholic tastes and needs
Currently reading Dr Jordan...
Brings sadness that it is finished
Books we close gently and fondly
They talk to us even after they close
And, in time we may re-open them
Reading again, from the beginning
Despite knowing the ending already
I don't believe in book burning
I still have a copy of Mein Kampf
Sitting uneasily in between the
Bible, the Satanic Bible and the Koran
On the same shelves sits Steinbeck
Poe, Shelly, Spike Milligan, Bukowski
I have very catholic tastes and needs
Currently reading Dr Jordan...
#anger
#family
#books #CallToAction
#books #CallToAction
112 reads
10 Comments
brokenheart201725
Poem Published
28th May 2019 3:00pm
28th May 2019 3:00pm
book house
Once I saw a magical house fill with books.
Books that were wallpaper that went to the ceiling,
the book might even go high as the sky.
The piles of book all over the room are really tall.
I do love them!
How do i need them with this magical house.
I’ll have white hair by the time I’m done...
I’ll start today...just right now.
I’ll just sit in the red comfortable chair,
As I open a book just to take a look….
…..ooops i fell in.
Books that were wallpaper that went to the ceiling,
the book might even go high as the sky.
The piles of book all over the room are really tall.
I do love them!
How do i need them with this magical house.
I’ll have white hair by the time I’m done...
I’ll start today...just right now.
I’ll just sit in the red comfortable chair,
As I open a book just to take a look….
…..ooops i fell in.
#books
#funny
#magic #reading
#magic #reading
44 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 7:36am
22nd May 2019 7:36am
Facebook
Are we too uncritical
on Facebook
also helpful and ultimately dull.
I’m not thinking of baby pictures
and cute puppies,
but of opinions, I disagree with
not voicing these objections.
Is the facebook a place for mutual
self-congratulation a display of
achievement, however, banal.
Are we too uncritical
on Facebook
also helpful and ultimately dull.
I’m not thinking of baby pictures
and cute puppies,
but of opinions, I disagree with
not voicing these objections.
Is the facebook a place for mutual
self-congratulation a display of
achievement, however, banal.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
38 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
21st May 2019 8:09pm
21st May 2019 8:09pm
link-in
Linkin is like the facebook
Only posher and middle-class
Here company directors,
Guitar players and teachers
Can write learned articles
Mainly about themselves
And what interests them.
Apart for being pretentious
It is free of baby pictures
Which is satisfying and keeps
Facebook users at bay.
Only posher and middle-class
Here company directors,
Guitar players and teachers
Can write learned articles
Mainly about themselves
And what interests them.
Apart for being pretentious
It is free of baby pictures
Which is satisfying and keeps
Facebook users at bay.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
34 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
19th May 2019 3:38pm
19th May 2019 3:38pm
jovial pleasures
june roses
justify my thirst for
jovial pleasures
that cleave the heart
as the javelin cuts the air.
nonetheless, not so intoxicate
that i cannot approximate
whether dreaming on a jetty
in the tanzanian serengeti
can arrive me in
johannesburg;
or judge for myself
whether dialectal hamburgers
are the idiolectal harbingers
of every jealous rage
that plagues the human stage,
portent of every tired joke
on which the nerves soon choke
and jar
the pregnant page…
©...
justify my thirst for
jovial pleasures
that cleave the heart
as the javelin cuts the air.
nonetheless, not so intoxicate
that i cannot approximate
whether dreaming on a jetty
in the tanzanian serengeti
can arrive me in
johannesburg;
or judge for myself
whether dialectal hamburgers
are the idiolectal harbingers
of every jealous rage
that plagues the human stage,
portent of every tired joke
on which the nerves soon choke
and jar
the pregnant page…
©...
#flowers
#books
#travel
39 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
17th May 2019 9:39am
17th May 2019 9:39am
living forever
Living forever
The knowledge of living forever
is already here, all one has to do
is renewing one's cells once a year
beginning at the age of forty
or there about when a person is
self -sufficient.
It is also possible to renew cells so
often that one regress to infancy
and looked after by your son who
is unable to grasp that he is changing
his father’s nappy.
But longevity has its own risk how to live
you can alight from the 9 bus
and be knocked down by a car,
the autopsy would show the killed person was not ...
The knowledge of living forever
is already here, all one has to do
is renewing one's cells once a year
beginning at the age of forty
or there about when a person is
self -sufficient.
It is also possible to renew cells so
often that one regress to infancy
and looked after by your son who
is unable to grasp that he is changing
his father’s nappy.
But longevity has its own risk how to live
you can alight from the 9 bus
and be knocked down by a car,
the autopsy would show the killed person was not ...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #passion
#MyInspiration #passion
50 reads
0 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 14th May 2019 1:54pm
3rd Aug 2018 2:50pm
3rd Aug 2018 2:50pm
GALWAY TRAIN WINDOW GIRL (Collaboration with Trouble_Loves_Me)
#lust
#books
#ShortStory
#sensual
#collaboration
389 reads
9 Comments
Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
11th May 2019 3:31am
11th May 2019 3:31am
Books
I touch your spine softly
Feeling the bumps and curves
Your perfect
I have to know more
What does the inside feel like?
So I open you up
Eager to explore
This is the best part...
I pull you into my fingers
And let go
Breathing in your scent deeply
Inhaling your essence
This is the lust I have
For fucking books
Feeling the bumps and curves
Your perfect
I have to know more
What does the inside feel like?
So I open you up
Eager to explore
This is the best part...
I pull you into my fingers
And let go
Breathing in your scent deeply
Inhaling your essence
This is the lust I have
For fucking books
#books
66 reads
5 Comments
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