Poems About Books Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about books seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
53 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
Dear Reader
This must be what they talk about.
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
#books
#dreams
#hope
#love
#uplifting
48 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
4th Feb 2025 12:45pm
Baroness
after Paul S…
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
Baroness Orczy
(pronounced Or-tsey)
believed in the First World War
to a point where she aimed to enlist
a hundred thousand women to
encourage men to go enlist;
she also believed
in the innate superiority
of aristocracy
(I should have guessed that, I suppose,
based on The Scarlet Pimpernel).
We don’t always impose
our own beliefs
on those who lived
a hundred and more years ago,
for good reasons.
If Hitler was a rotten sort,
your typical German was...
#books
#culture
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
48 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
Beat Me to a Pulp
"... a type of work produced by half-educated and wholly incompetent writers for consumption by office boys, factory girls, and other persons devoid of culture and literary taste." - R Austin Freeman, "The Art of the Detective Story"
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
#art
#books
#PopCulture #reading
#PopCulture #reading
54 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 00:19am
23rd Jan 2025 00:19am
just thinking ..
boswell was a sex obsessed but god fearing
bloke sitting next to him in the inn was johnson who had
his own ideas about everything can be discussed
in the pub but boz, he says, get the drinks in ..
bloke sitting next to him in the inn was johnson who had
his own ideas about everything can be discussed
in the pub but boz, he says, get the drinks in ..
#books
54 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 11:59am
30th Dec 2024 11:59am
The Deadly Bookcase
After her sister & mother haven't heard from Chrissy for several days, her family reported the petite 31 year old missing. Fifteen days after filing the missing persons report, the mother & sister noticed a foul odor in the house. Following their noses, they found Chrissy wedged behind a 6-foot bookcase. She had fallen headfirst and became trapped behind the bookcase when she tried to adjust her television set, which sat on the top shelf.
#books
#death
#fiction
#ignorance
#satirical
65 reads
14 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 00:04am
7th Dec 2024 00:04am
whodunnit
in classic crime books it’s rarely the
gardener’s second cousin’s tailor who did it’s so frustrating
not to get a mention,
and in any case you know how it looks
gardener’s second cousin’s tailor who did it’s so frustrating
not to get a mention,
and in any case you know how it looks
#books
58 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 4:10pm
22nd Nov 2024 4:10pm
A Portal to Imaginations End ...
Through the Avo green ferns, the bushes, the ancient trees,
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
#books
#dreams
#forest
#nature
#wisdom
57 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:45pm
13th Nov 2024 1:45pm
Repose
The wind, the rain, the wine and tea;
the candlelight and radio
playing jazz instrumentals low...
as quiet nights were meant to be;
with puddle ripples at a glance
waving me from the asphalt drips
as vision through a curtain slips
when I peek at the street askance,
and then the glimmer of the gilt
leads me to the spines of books
to earn eurekas and gadzooks
where all that printer's ink was spilt
as fodder for a midnight mind
in passage to more verse inclined.
the candlelight and radio
playing jazz instrumentals low...
as quiet nights were meant to be;
with puddle ripples at a glance
waving me from the asphalt drips
as vision through a curtain slips
when I peek at the street askance,
and then the glimmer of the gilt
leads me to the spines of books
to earn eurekas and gadzooks
where all that printer's ink was spilt
as fodder for a midnight mind
in passage to more verse inclined.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
79 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 1:08pm
11th Nov 2024 1:08pm
an Ode to Social Media
The viral virus we've cast and caught,
A net of likes and brain-dead thought
For every child and grown soul, too,
Is drawn into the cellphone's social view.
They scroll and swipe, they tap and stare,
Consumed by screens that trap and snare.
In homes and parks, on cornered streets,
They bow to feeds and trending tweets.
Through each Facebook, X, Twit and share,
They’re Snapchat an Tinders filters unaware.
Just last week, in passing by,
I saw someone's numb dull, vacant eye.
They chase the numbers“likes” and fame
Each...
A net of likes and brain-dead thought
For every child and grown soul, too,
Is drawn into the cellphone's social view.
They scroll and swipe, they tap and stare,
Consumed by screens that trap and snare.
In homes and parks, on cornered streets,
They bow to feeds and trending tweets.
Through each Facebook, X, Twit and share,
They’re Snapchat an Tinders filters unaware.
Just last week, in passing by,
I saw someone's numb dull, vacant eye.
They chase the numbers“likes” and fame
Each...
#books
#motivational
#reading #technology
#reading #technology
54 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 00:39am
7th Nov 2024 00:39am
personal comforts
politics can be awful if things don’t
go your way read british library
crime classics, and for breakfast,
I’d suggest, hot buttered crumpets ..
go your way read british library
crime classics, and for breakfast,
I’d suggest, hot buttered crumpets ..
#books
#food
#politics
67 reads
2 Comments
mike_will
Mike Will
Mike Will
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 8:28pm
6th Nov 2024 8:28pm
Birthday
To be or not to be
A day to celebrate me
If you were mine it could be we
Promote my book to the tee
A personal story you see
Drama, tragedy and trauma is key
Yet good moments litter this work of art like the sea
In the book I spill some tea
What matters is to what degree
My mind must be free
So buying my book is key
Assured you will laugh just agree
So Its a guarantee
Get a grasp of my reality
My number is +254727569775 I plea
This book is yours to keep.
Sale! Sale! Sale! Right here
A day to celebrate me
If you were mine it could be we
Promote my book to the tee
A personal story you see
Drama, tragedy and trauma is key
Yet good moments litter this work of art like the sea
In the book I spill some tea
What matters is to what degree
My mind must be free
So buying my book is key
Assured you will laugh just agree
So Its a guarantee
Get a grasp of my reality
My number is +254727569775 I plea
This book is yours to keep.
Sale! Sale! Sale! Right here
#books
#passion
#reading
90 reads
2 Comments
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