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.
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 3:18am
10th Oct 2019 3:18am
Hide the Book
Let the book read of a great love story.
Let it tell of all of our secrets.
How we met, where we would meet under the trees.
Say that we were never caught, and that is what keeps us in chains.
Tell how when I left, two hearts crumbled, and it left two to be deceived.
Put a chapter in it that answers what could have been.
Then leave it somewhere secret, and never read it again.
Let it tell of all of our secrets.
How we met, where we would meet under the trees.
Say that we were never caught, and that is what keeps us in chains.
Tell how when I left, two hearts crumbled, and it left two to be deceived.
Put a chapter in it that answers what could have been.
Then leave it somewhere secret, and never read it again.
#love
#BestFriend
#trees #books
#trees #books
47 reads
2 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 4:19am
30th Sep 2019 4:19am
Diary entry #87
Oh no.
The keyboard player is cranking tunes
What the fuck is he listening to?
I think it’s Moby………
Dick head.
I had great expectations
of having a quiet night in on the tour bus
watching my David Copperfield illusions DVD
But the idiot has to annoy me
and I have to suppress my desire to enact the law of the jungle.
.........Book ‘em Danno. LOL! ...
The keyboard player is cranking tunes
What the fuck is he listening to?
I think it’s Moby………
Dick head.
I had great expectations
of having a quiet night in on the tour bus
watching my David Copperfield illusions DVD
But the idiot has to annoy me
and I have to suppress my desire to enact the law of the jungle.
.........Book ‘em Danno. LOL! ...
#books
#funny
#FreeVerse
50 reads
10 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 1:45am
30th Sep 2019 1:45am
The Angel of Darkness
Like Magic, the lobotomist
ruined everyone’s Great
Expectations—
he was forced to usher in
The Resurrectionist in hopes
of bringing this madman, Drood,
back from the Damned.
The Reanimators failed; and tucked
away in the Mortuary Confidential
one can find the Confessions of a Funeral Director—
spilling his Chronicles of Darkness
about a Survivor bought and paid
for by Original Sin.
Book Titles/Author(s)
The Angel of Darkness ~ Caleb Carr
the lobotomist ~ jack...
ruined everyone’s Great
Expectations—
he was forced to usher in
The Resurrectionist in hopes
of bringing this madman, Drood,
back from the Damned.
The Reanimators failed; and tucked
away in the Mortuary Confidential
one can find the Confessions of a Funeral Director—
spilling his Chronicles of Darkness
about a Survivor bought and paid
for by Original Sin.
Book Titles/Author(s)
The Angel of Darkness ~ Caleb Carr
the lobotomist ~ jack...
#dark
#books
93 reads
19 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 3:15pm
29th Sep 2019 3:15pm
The Notebook
I want somewhere quiet to pin you
down and disarm you with words -
uttered sounds
that carve your shadow out and keep it,
bare, barely, folded between pages fingered
only by me.
I want somewhere quiet to draw you
out as if a mating call, songs your friends
and mine
wouldn't know how
to sing, penned hot-handed upon nettles
- each letter
lit, stung.
I want somewhere loud where I can hold the congregation -
speak our truths in echoed halls,
long after balls of aching have fallen dry ...
down and disarm you with words -
uttered sounds
that carve your shadow out and keep it,
bare, barely, folded between pages fingered
only by me.
I want somewhere quiet to draw you
out as if a mating call, songs your friends
and mine
wouldn't know how
to sing, penned hot-handed upon nettles
- each letter
lit, stung.
I want somewhere loud where I can hold the congregation -
speak our truths in echoed halls,
long after balls of aching have fallen dry ...
#love
#nature
#music #books
#music #books
71 reads
4 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 4:21pm
28th Sep 2019 4:21pm
The Avid Reader at The Social
Retreat from The Stone Angel
Thy Neighbour's Wife
could be Candy
The Valley of the Dolls gather
eyeing The Bottoms
my Geek Love
fancies Body Rides
but The Key To Rebecca
requires I follow
The Rules of Attraction.
Thy Neighbour's Wife
could be Candy
The Valley of the Dolls gather
eyeing The Bottoms
my Geek Love
fancies Body Rides
but The Key To Rebecca
requires I follow
The Rules of Attraction.
#books
#crush
#StreamOfConsciousness
96 reads
7 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 7:47am
20th Sep 2019 7:47am
in-completely yours
"
#love
#birds
#nature
#books
#reading
210 reads
18 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 00:30am
19th Sep 2019 00:30am
history books an evening at the theatre ..
the sky flaxen grey above the city
turns to straw around the scalp beneath the
sun scratching its head
as to why such a pity one so seldom
goes out
turns to straw around the scalp beneath the
sun scratching its head
as to why such a pity one so seldom
goes out
#books
#historical
59 reads
2 Comments
PsycoticMastermind
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:54pm
18th Sep 2019 7:54pm
Anticipation
Busy as the bumbly bees
perusing one flower to next
bemusing their pollen text
we forage stor-ies with ease
crumb after crumb from
table-clothed bound tomes
for hilly ground home's
storage before autumn
weather turns chilly;
hive alive in catacombs
as more paper plates are
passed around right to left
( never willy-nilly ) by author
speaking wildly with hands
while talking, mouth full
to our delectable delight
perusing one flower to next
bemusing their pollen text
we forage stor-ies with ease
crumb after crumb from
table-clothed bound tomes
for hilly ground home's
storage before autumn
weather turns chilly;
hive alive in catacombs
as more paper plates are
passed around right to left
( never willy-nilly ) by author
speaking wildly with hands
while talking, mouth full
to our delectable delight
#books
#food
#reading
56 reads
0 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 4:24pm
18th Sep 2019 4:24pm
nacre
September Visual
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
258 reads
14 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 10:55am
10th Sep 2019 10:55am
a notion
A notion
It begins with an idea
Something read that becomes a sentence
Written down a chain of words
That takes traction a little story is a result.
Other thoughts enter, make corrections
Suggest another ending
No, let it stand as it is perhaps a comma
Here and there, ok.
It begins with an idea
Something read that becomes a sentence
Written down a chain of words
That takes traction a little story is a result.
Other thoughts enter, make corrections
Suggest another ending
No, let it stand as it is perhaps a comma
Here and there, ok.
#money
#cars
#mirror #books
#mirror #books
37 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 11:09am
1st Sep 2019 11:09am
the collapse
The collapse
They built an edifice
On a shining hill and
A sandcastle
Here the truth was
Spoken hubristic
One can say
However, they believed in
In the illusion
A man came and stepped
On the castle, it crumbled
Lies and shenanigans
Toppled out for all to see
It was just sand.
The hatred turned to
The truth-teller
He was called a traitor
Rots in a tiny prison cell.
They built an edifice
On a shining hill and
A sandcastle
Here the truth was
Spoken hubristic
One can say
However, they believed in
In the illusion
A man came and stepped
On the castle, it crumbled
Lies and shenanigans
Toppled out for all to see
It was just sand.
The hatred turned to
The truth-teller
He was called a traitor
Rots in a tiny prison cell.
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
55 reads
2 Comments
hgnichols
Poem Published
26th Aug 2019 11:46pm
26th Aug 2019 11:46pm
Tenente in Confidence
Now that my liver is open and bleeding,
I suppose I’ve been trying to speak my discontent.
That awful word I would not spit out,
Stuck in my teeth,
Telling itself in the moaning of my muscles,
The curvature of my back slumping downward as if begging for a bed or grave.
I’ve been numbing myself at the cafe and in the kitchen,
In the mornings and evenings to ease the transition between bouts of sleep,
Pores telling tales in the stink.
Every binge an unsayable frustration,
A dwindling summer spent bedridden
Catherine Barkley at bedside...
I suppose I’ve been trying to speak my discontent.
That awful word I would not spit out,
Stuck in my teeth,
Telling itself in the moaning of my muscles,
The curvature of my back slumping downward as if begging for a bed or grave.
I’ve been numbing myself at the cafe and in the kitchen,
In the mornings and evenings to ease the transition between bouts of sleep,
Pores telling tales in the stink.
Every binge an unsayable frustration,
A dwindling summer spent bedridden
Catherine Barkley at bedside...
#love
#alcohol
#books #ErnestHemingway
#books #ErnestHemingway
40 reads
0 Comments
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