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.
Poem announcing free eBooks through July 31
As my thanks to all,
I've made all of my eBooks,
On sale for July.
Single stories free,
Full books 25 percent off,
Through end of July.
Includes poetry,
Also fiction collections,
And my novel too.
Not all retailers,
Will honor the sale this month,
A number, though, will.
Smashwords honors all,
Includes law-related books,
Check out all below.
Thank you in advance,
For your support, dear readers,
Hope you'll view the sale.
Smashwords link to my eBooks...
I've made all of my eBooks,
On sale for July.
Single stories free,
Full books 25 percent off,
Through end of July.
Includes poetry,
Also fiction collections,
And my novel too.
Not all retailers,
Will honor the sale this month,
A number, though, will.
Smashwords honors all,
Includes law-related books,
Check out all below.
Thank you in advance,
For your support, dear readers,
Hope you'll view the sale.
Smashwords link to my eBooks...
#books
#gratitude
#haiku #reading
#haiku #reading
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The Sammelband Dream
I saw two dark volumes of ancient text
with their cover boards in a collate twist
and old water damage that left them flexed,
which is just the thing no scholar can resist.
They were under an old magazine stack
of surplus National Geographics
and a Britannica set, on a rack,
with an undiscovered script of Sapphics.
They were the totem midnight mind précis
of all the old books I will never read
or quick scan on a literary spree,
were I an immortal cranked up on speed.
...
with their cover boards in a collate twist
and old water damage that left them flexed,
which is just the thing no scholar can resist.
They were under an old magazine stack
of surplus National Geographics
and a Britannica set, on a rack,
with an undiscovered script of Sapphics.
They were the totem midnight mind précis
of all the old books I will never read
or quick scan on a literary spree,
were I an immortal cranked up on speed.
...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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Book review: A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske
Okay, so I don't normally do book reviews, actually I don't do them at all. I just sometimes think about what I would say if someone asked about what I'm reading. No one ever asks.
This book almost demands a review, or something. I have read it three times in the last four days, which I never do.
With most books I enjoy, I read it, savour it, analyze it, and then stick it on a shelf for the next time I'm in the mood for it. I think I can name ever book I have read and reread, and held onto for the precious story it is. This is one of those books, only moreso.
...
This book almost demands a review, or something. I have read it three times in the last four days, which I never do.
With most books I enjoy, I read it, savour it, analyze it, and then stick it on a shelf for the next time I'm in the mood for it. I think I can name ever book I have read and reread, and held onto for the precious story it is. This is one of those books, only moreso.
...
#books
#curse
#gay
#LGBT
#magic
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trashy romance novels
I got a second hand
trashy romance novel for free
with the points on my local
bookstore loyalty card
I love picking up books
without really knowing
what I'm buying
it's just more fun that way
And as far as trashy romance goes
this was pretty classy
and unexpectedly funny
I laughed so hard I had to stop reading
more that once
because I was blinded
by my own tears of laughter
I think it was fate
that had me reaching that day
for the...
trashy romance novel for free
with the points on my local
bookstore loyalty card
I love picking up books
without really knowing
what I'm buying
it's just more fun that way
And as far as trashy romance goes
this was pretty classy
and unexpectedly funny
I laughed so hard I had to stop reading
more that once
because I was blinded
by my own tears of laughter
I think it was fate
that had me reaching that day
for the...
#books
#happiness
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Send me a text
Sent me a text
My lover read Demon Copperhead,
out on the headland, his eyes -
voracious beacons of light.
He was eighty, uttered sonnets in the local pub,
orchestrated Shakespeare in the gardens of his home.
My lover lent me High Fidelity,
one Winter when the snow fell so thick I sunk boots
into the depths of Suffolk plains.
I read it between coffees,
in a record shop that reminded me
of that place I had no reason
to ever return to.
My lovers gave me collections for my birthday,
ones they thought would...
My lover read Demon Copperhead,
out on the headland, his eyes -
voracious beacons of light.
He was eighty, uttered sonnets in the local pub,
orchestrated Shakespeare in the gardens of his home.
My lover lent me High Fidelity,
one Winter when the snow fell so thick I sunk boots
into the depths of Suffolk plains.
I read it between coffees,
in a record shop that reminded me
of that place I had no reason
to ever return to.
My lovers gave me collections for my birthday,
ones they thought would...
#books
#home
#love #narrative
#love #narrative
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cliches are occasionally allowed
like to be alone, so why go to the
pub to sit there quietly with a
book ? because you’re “never more
alone than in a crowd.”
pub to sit there quietly with a
book ? because you’re “never more
alone than in a crowd.”
#books
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Book of Life
My hair
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
#books
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
#LifeAsAWriter
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memories of ourselves
rarely re-read books that meant a great deal to me once, fearing if I did
I might not feel them quite as much, and yet they still remain on my shelves
I might not feel them quite as much, and yet they still remain on my shelves
#books
#dreams
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We Are Poets
We scribe more than words,
We orchestrate emotions and feelings
to a single coherent thought which ignites
the imagination, a legacy for all of man.
In the beginning we pasted the walls of caves
with pictures, glifs and marks.
some of the oldest scriptures in the world
are written by the wisest of their age.
The translation of notion to words are
unselfish and given freely, originating masterpieces
to touch and heal the world
in a way like no other.
Creating lullabies for the restless souls,
to...
We orchestrate emotions and feelings
to a single coherent thought which ignites
the imagination, a legacy for all of man.
In the beginning we pasted the walls of caves
with pictures, glifs and marks.
some of the oldest scriptures in the world
are written by the wisest of their age.
The translation of notion to words are
unselfish and given freely, originating masterpieces
to touch and heal the world
in a way like no other.
Creating lullabies for the restless souls,
to...
#love
#books
#WritingPoetry
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the car buisness
Automobile industry
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
#books
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
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Guilty Pleasure
I’ll always have a place in my heart
for Agatha Christie because
her books made an unhappy childhood
that little bit brighter.
It’s true she never wrote
a Pulitzer Prize contender,
that her stories are full
of plywood aunts, red-faced colonels,
and such. But she was shrewder than
she often was credited for,
and besides, she not once overstepped
the boundaries of her simple craft.
Pleasures like this might be guilty,
but also innocent, a paradox
that not even Poirot could have resolved.
for Agatha Christie because
her books made an unhappy childhood
that little bit brighter.
It’s true she never wrote
a Pulitzer Prize contender,
that her stories are full
of plywood aunts, red-faced colonels,
and such. But she was shrewder than
she often was credited for,
and besides, she not once overstepped
the boundaries of her simple craft.
Pleasures like this might be guilty,
but also innocent, a paradox
that not even Poirot could have resolved.
#books
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loved the “just william” books
if I’d been in the outlaws I’d have been douglas or henry, rather than william, or ginger, because, put quite simply, I was never a leader ..
#books
#PopCulture
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