Poems About Books Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about books seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 11:46pm
30th Oct 2023 11:46pm
Curatrix For Budding Chaucerphiles
Curatrix For Budding Chaucerphiles
She dusts books with her burning hair. Her flaming tresses brush the words of the opened pages of ‘Canterbury Tales’ licked by her locks. She kisses due date cards for boys desirous of her lipstick strawberries.
“Ms. Rowena, doesn’t your hair collect dust from brushing those old books?”
“It is my way of worshipping the authors. I think they would be honored.”
“If you say so. But I doubt making your hair into a dust broom crossed their mind as adulation.”
“They would be tickled pink at...
She dusts books with her burning hair. Her flaming tresses brush the words of the opened pages of ‘Canterbury Tales’ licked by her locks. She kisses due date cards for boys desirous of her lipstick strawberries.
“Ms. Rowena, doesn’t your hair collect dust from brushing those old books?”
“It is my way of worshipping the authors. I think they would be honored.”
“If you say so. But I doubt making your hair into a dust broom crossed their mind as adulation.”
“They would be tickled pink at...
#women
#men
#school
#books
#sexy
232 reads
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Koulouri
Poem Published
20th Oct 2023 6:04pm
20th Oct 2023 6:04pm
Good Endings
There's always an ache when I finish a good book.
My heart feels full, my mind satiated.
Yet, there's a longing.
A hope that the story never ends.
Sure, good things don’t last.
But can we pretend,
just for a while,
That they do?
My heart feels full, my mind satiated.
Yet, there's a longing.
A hope that the story never ends.
Sure, good things don’t last.
But can we pretend,
just for a while,
That they do?
#love
#romantic
#books
#WritingPoetry
#reading
244 reads
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sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 2:08pm
3rd Oct 2023 2:08pm
Paper Architects
Trace index finger down my spine,
acknowledge every crease.
Unveiling secrets between the lines;
Through curiosity or disbelief.
Fingertips graze at delicate edges,
Ideas spill out, too big to withold.
Dog-eared pages mark the worthwhile pledges.
Notes in the margin trial stories untold.
Long nights deciphering their themes,
on a path where nothing seems to agree.
Are we authors of the same dream,
Or are you reading vicariously through me?
acknowledge every crease.
Unveiling secrets between the lines;
Through curiosity or disbelief.
Fingertips graze at delicate edges,
Ideas spill out, too big to withold.
Dog-eared pages mark the worthwhile pledges.
Notes in the margin trial stories untold.
Long nights deciphering their themes,
on a path where nothing seems to agree.
Are we authors of the same dream,
Or are you reading vicariously through me?
#books
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
245 reads
7 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 10:29am
27th Aug 2023 10:29am
With the Books
He ran within the landscape
the trench was deep and dirty
snow on all around him
and bullets peppered the ground
He fled on skis
dodging trees and rocks
as the alien ship
traverse the midnight skies above
He fell into the ocean city
almost forgotten, now a mere myth
Atlantis the sunken world
where fantastic beings lived
He walked on the great Sundaland
listening to the people
understanding their way of life
tribal but elegant in its starkness
He stood on the shores of Lemuria
awe and...
the trench was deep and dirty
snow on all around him
and bullets peppered the ground
He fled on skis
dodging trees and rocks
as the alien ship
traverse the midnight skies above
He fell into the ocean city
almost forgotten, now a mere myth
Atlantis the sunken world
where fantastic beings lived
He walked on the great Sundaland
listening to the people
understanding their way of life
tribal but elegant in its starkness
He stood on the shores of Lemuria
awe and...
#books
188 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Aug 2023 11:18am
19th Aug 2023 11:18am
NATO's war
NATO's war.
It was on a bright day in 1949 the Washington treaty was signed and later called NATO.
This treaty was purely an American undertaken and designed to surround Russia with enemy troops and sow distrust of the Russia based on endless propaganda.
When the communist system collapsed one would think
NATO was no longer needed, but no, not so, because
that organization had changed its character from a passive watchdog to an aggressive mastiff.
The US administration had promised Russia under Gorbachev that NATO would not expand further eastward, but...
It was on a bright day in 1949 the Washington treaty was signed and later called NATO.
This treaty was purely an American undertaken and designed to surround Russia with enemy troops and sow distrust of the Russia based on endless propaganda.
When the communist system collapsed one would think
NATO was no longer needed, but no, not so, because
that organization had changed its character from a passive watchdog to an aggressive mastiff.
The US administration had promised Russia under Gorbachev that NATO would not expand further eastward, but...
#money
#cars
#books #consumerism
#books #consumerism
164 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
planet Norway
Planet Norway calling
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
#money
#cars
#mirror #books
#mirror #books
175 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 4:29pm
3rd Aug 2023 4:29pm
morning song
Morning song
it is six in the morning
I get down and move the car from
the place reserved for vans.
This the best of times cooling before the heat begins
only a few people out walking their dogs enjoying
the peace of a beginning.
I could have parked my car in the space between
two cars, but I lose my nerves, this after 60 years of driving.
In the night the wind blew hard from the sea
tiring itself out, and me too I hate the wind it takes my breath away
leaves me a husk falling asleep in front of the TV.
Yesterday I carried...
it is six in the morning
I get down and move the car from
the place reserved for vans.
This the best of times cooling before the heat begins
only a few people out walking their dogs enjoying
the peace of a beginning.
I could have parked my car in the space between
two cars, but I lose my nerves, this after 60 years of driving.
In the night the wind blew hard from the sea
tiring itself out, and me too I hate the wind it takes my breath away
leaves me a husk falling asleep in front of the TV.
Yesterday I carried...
#books
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
174 reads
0 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 5:16pm
8th Jun 2023 5:16pm
The Hunt
I need a man with face tattoos
and spiked hair,
bloody knuckles
and a tortured soul;
not to save,
to play with.
Because
"you look like how I feel every day"
means more than
anything else
ever could.
and spiked hair,
bloody knuckles
and a tortured soul;
not to save,
to play with.
Because
"you look like how I feel every day"
means more than
anything else
ever could.
#love
#angels
#books
469 reads
9 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th May 2023 10:08am
15th May 2023 10:08am
a small lake
A small lake
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a centre...
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a centre...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
200 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
16th Apr 2023 5:34pm
16th Apr 2023 5:34pm
disappointment
Disappointment
I read about made people escape the crazy world.
The civilization we call modern life by hiding in a hidden little town in Laos
A place Where they can be irrational on their terms
Sleep when they want to and drink beers when they feel like it.
Eccentric" rich millionaires," in Norway flee to Swiss of all places
A state is so chemically clean of fun and clutter.
The people in Swiss are not impressed by these rich/ poor escapees
Who bitterly and grouchy talk about the high taxes.
The Norwegians' rich eccentricity is...
I read about made people escape the crazy world.
The civilization we call modern life by hiding in a hidden little town in Laos
A place Where they can be irrational on their terms
Sleep when they want to and drink beers when they feel like it.
Eccentric" rich millionaires," in Norway flee to Swiss of all places
A state is so chemically clean of fun and clutter.
The people in Swiss are not impressed by these rich/ poor escapees
Who bitterly and grouchy talk about the high taxes.
The Norwegians' rich eccentricity is...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
239 reads
0 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
8th Apr 2023 5:14am
8th Apr 2023 5:14am
What Thinkest Thou, Dr. Freud?
Decade after decade
one persistent theme
does my dreams pervade
ever a restless vagabond
like gypsy, traveler,
or romantic hobo
driving, walking, running,
climbing, hiking
on endless, circuitous highways,
forested mountain trails
exploring vast castles, skyscrapers,
other familiar edifices
never stopping for gas, food, or lodging
never setting up camp
never dropping anchor
never pausing in a given room
bivouacking for nothing
being no species of psychotherapist
merely based on...
one persistent theme
does my dreams pervade
ever a restless vagabond
like gypsy, traveler,
or romantic hobo
driving, walking, running,
climbing, hiking
on endless, circuitous highways,
forested mountain trails
exploring vast castles, skyscrapers,
other familiar edifices
never stopping for gas, food, or lodging
never setting up camp
never dropping anchor
never pausing in a given room
bivouacking for nothing
being no species of psychotherapist
merely based on...
#childhood
#dreams
#books
197 reads
1 Comment
DevilsChild
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 6:59am
25th Jan 2023 6:59am
Thanks for the Read, Sugar Tits - A story of love, lose, and hot pockets.
is it better if you only knew
this book by it's cover?
maybe there's not much story to tell
would you get bored by the backstory?
unimpressed at how simple it all is
or even worse
think I'm some kind of freak
tired of the filler
can we just start with a simple 'hello'?
enjoy each other's company
without there being expectations
feels like each line, each word
is a trail to the end
are there parts you like and dislike?
tear out the pages you don't want
tear out parts of my existence
what can I say to...
this book by it's cover?
maybe there's not much story to tell
would you get bored by the backstory?
unimpressed at how simple it all is
or even worse
think I'm some kind of freak
tired of the filler
can we just start with a simple 'hello'?
enjoy each other's company
without there being expectations
feels like each line, each word
is a trail to the end
are there parts you like and dislike?
tear out the pages you don't want
tear out parts of my existence
what can I say to...
#books
#myself
#ThrillSeeking
423 reads
8 Comments
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