Poems about Reading
#reading
Poems about reading, here you'll find poetry about reading books and other literature. Poems about reading as a hobby, learning from books and taking inspiration from other writers. Poetry about reading; feeding our imagination from the written word.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 1:20am
30th Jan 2025 1:20am
things grow old, that once were new
nobody under fifty reads wodehouse,
they have their own
worlds apart, we are, but mine has always required a quick
snifter or two
they have their own
worlds apart, we are, but mine has always required a quick
snifter or two
#alcohol
#reading
39 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Jan 2025 7:40pm
12th Sep 2019 1:01am
12th Sep 2019 1:01am
Immersed
Immersed
#travel
#freedom
#escape #reading
#escape #reading
794 reads
12 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
49 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 00:20am
18th Jan 2025 00:20am
positively mediaeval
Ronald Welch and Henry Treece
wrote historical novels for children in
the 1950’s which were brilliant. I was nine
or ten in the 60’s when I read them
again and again, since historical
novels can only profit by not being
up to date of course, but I’m not sure
if the same can be said of myself ..
wrote historical novels for children in
the 1950’s which were brilliant. I was nine
or ten in the 60’s when I read them
again and again, since historical
novels can only profit by not being
up to date of course, but I’m not sure
if the same can be said of myself ..
#reading
42 reads
0 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
Ethereal
Ethereal
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
#art
#meditation
#mirror
#NewYear
#reading
48 reads
1 Comment
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
library
the books
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
#books
#freedom
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
79 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:09am
29th Nov 2024 1:09am
I was reading at the time
did you see the news?
no.
bad.
do you mean it was bad that I didn’t see it
or that it was simply bad news?
dunno,
I’m confused. ..
no.
bad.
do you mean it was bad that I didn’t see it
or that it was simply bad news?
dunno,
I’m confused. ..
#reading
77 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
176 reads
7 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
51 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
a fable
A fable
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
#WritersBlock
52 reads
0 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
88 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 11:36pm
5th Nov 2024 11:36pm
greater concentration is needed
I don’t enjoy long poems
whereas I can read a novel
of five hundred pages or
so long as they stick to the plot
but a poem requires
greater concentration from the reader
and the poem and the writer
could have cut quite a lot
whereas I can read a novel
of five hundred pages or
so long as they stick to the plot
but a poem requires
greater concentration from the reader
and the poem and the writer
could have cut quite a lot
#reading
60 reads
5 Comments
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