Long Poems About Books
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Long poems about books. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
Warhol of Love
Warhol of Love
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
#art
#books
#funny
#learning
#romantic
141 reads
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 4:07am
18th Jun 2024 4:07am
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.
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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
271 reads
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 9:19am
22nd Dec 2023 9:19am
A Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliffe (1790)
a book review
This one was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Ann Radcliffe is one of the earliest Gothic writers, after Horace Walpole’s Castle of Otranto and before MG Lewis with The Monk (which she denounced as too violent). To my mind she’s a better novelist than either, and although I knew I’d enjoy the atmosphere that she creates, what surprised me on returning to A Sicilian Romance is how much I enjoyed the plot. Her characters are notedly one-dimensional and her storytelling tends towards soap opera, with all its romantic intrigues, near escapes, improbable twists,...
This one was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Ann Radcliffe is one of the earliest Gothic writers, after Horace Walpole’s Castle of Otranto and before MG Lewis with The Monk (which she denounced as too violent). To my mind she’s a better novelist than either, and although I knew I’d enjoy the atmosphere that she creates, what surprised me on returning to A Sicilian Romance is how much I enjoyed the plot. Her characters are notedly one-dimensional and her storytelling tends towards soap opera, with all its romantic intrigues, near escapes, improbable twists,...
#books
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
14th Dec 2023 6:51am
14th Dec 2023 6:51am
From Parallels to Present: Rules and Regulations of Detective Fiction
an essay
Spoilers for
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (major)
The Moonstone (minor)
In an October 2023 article for The Times, restaurant critic and columnist Giles Coren related his experience of reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie (1926) to his young children, one chapter a night for about a month. Despite referring to “the drear clunk of the prose and “characterisation” based mostly on clothes, accents and facial twitches,” Coren describes his and his family’s enjoyment of the detective elements. That is until the solution is...
Spoilers for
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (major)
The Moonstone (minor)
In an October 2023 article for The Times, restaurant critic and columnist Giles Coren related his experience of reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie (1926) to his young children, one chapter a night for about a month. Despite referring to “the drear clunk of the prose and “characterisation” based mostly on clothes, accents and facial twitches,” Coren describes his and his family’s enjoyment of the detective elements. That is until the solution is...
#books
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 00:34am
20th Nov 2023 00:34am
BOOK REVIEW The End of Alice by AM Homes (1996)
I read this one because it’s featured on many BookTuber’s “disturbing books” list. It’s certainly… an experience. My feelings about The End of Alice are extremely mixed. On the positive side, it’s written with a literary prose style that’s engaging if you have an ear for language, and I was intrigued enough by the story and characters to keep reading to see how they ended up. However, some elements as well as the overall approach felt far too derivative of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov – perhaps understandable, given that it’s the most iconic novel to deal with this subject matter – while...
#books
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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
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 2:52am
21st Apr 2023 2:52am
Stanley
Mr. and Mrs. Weatherburn lived in New Port. The couple was illiterate, and they had a teenage son named Stanley. His mother called him Taundee. He was attending a boarding school in Clarendon, but he could not read or write. It seemed that he had an intellectual disability. Moreover, he was a lazy boy. When Stanley misbehaves, his mother would say, “Taundee, yuh cyaan ave likkle destantable, likkle elliquet about yuh?”
Stanley’s parents wanted him to be a brilliant scholar, but he was not making any progress. They were just wasting their money on him. Every session he would...
Stanley’s parents wanted him to be a brilliant scholar, but he was not making any progress. They were just wasting their money on him. Every session he would...
#mother
#father
#school
#books
#reading
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 8:15am
8th Mar 2023 8:15am
Diary in Arts
International Women's Day
diary in the arts.
One.
The man in the glass house says you're something decent. The margins regarding gender are clear.
It's about 1 to 8.
We pretend not to notice.
Two.
We meet under trees, facts remain the same. I am an anomaly, she is an anomaly, when she comes - no one questions if it is comfortable.
No one questions how to close the gap.
Three.
It is obvious to me why I might be welcome. They seem like friends, as if my work is valued, but there's an...
diary in the arts.
One.
The man in the glass house says you're something decent. The margins regarding gender are clear.
It's about 1 to 8.
We pretend not to notice.
Two.
We meet under trees, facts remain the same. I am an anomaly, she is an anomaly, when she comes - no one questions if it is comfortable.
No one questions how to close the gap.
Three.
It is obvious to me why I might be welcome. They seem like friends, as if my work is valued, but there's an...
#women
#books
374 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 6:20pm
6th Jan 2023 6:20pm
Ripley Under Water by Patricia Highsmith (1991)
The last in the series about gentleman-of-leisure and occasional killer Tom Ripley, and the second to last novel that Highsmith wrote (arguably the last that she finished, given the first-draft quality of Small g: A Summer Idyll), Ripley Under Water begins as our globetrotting American-in-France is enjoying some time at a cafe when he runs into another ex-pat, David Pritchard. Pritchard and his wife Janice have recently moved into a house near Ripley’s stately home. Unfortunately, David especially seems interested in more than borrowing a cup of sugar from his new neighbour, revealing himself...
#books
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2023 4:10pm
3rd Jan 2023 4:10pm
The Boy Who Followed Ripley by Patricia Highsmith (1980)
The fourth in the series about bon vivant criminal and murderer Tom Ripley, living his best life in the French countryside with his heiress wife Heloise and housekeeper Mme Annette, only occasionally drawn back into nefarious schemes. This time his path crosses that of Frank Pierson, the sixteen-year-old heir of a superfoods millionaire in the US. Frank has fled to France under an assumed name following the death of his father, who was watching the sunset when he appears to have lost control of his wheelchair and fallen over a cliff on the family estate. But Frank has an obsession with Ripley...
#books
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