Least Read Poems About Books

Library of hatred disenfranchised by the womb of the populous

Oh, how I breath the words of true grit

Here they are expelled from the curtain of my tongue

Will you dance with my ideas behind the parallel circumstances?

Will you remember everything that has been taught to you?

Will you grab the goat by his ice-cold horns and take the ride into the stars?

The body crumbles but the will is magnificent

It is magnificent!

Not much people talk about the feeling of a new book.
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.

Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.

And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.

Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...

When you write a book using the feather of a hen.
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.

Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.

The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.

Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.

The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...