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.
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James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 7:33am
7th Apr 2021 7:33am
Back
I find myself
collected
in dreams,
the night
washes
me over
the softness
of memories,
burning
oil lamps
dampen
the night,
and the moon
beckons
for pleasure,
the stars
are stuck
in mid-town,
lost
in their
travels,
and i
just turned
a street corner
thinking
i saw them,
but i am
back
in my dreams.
collected
in dreams,
the night
washes
me over
the softness
of memories,
burning
oil lamps
dampen
the night,
and the moon
beckons
for pleasure,
the stars
are stuck
in mid-town,
lost
in their
travels,
and i
just turned
a street corner
thinking
i saw them,
but i am
back
in my dreams.
#freedom
#art
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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8 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 11:05pm
26th Mar 2021 11:05pm
You’re an Artist
Beauty is thee
And weird is me.
Lovely is he
And soil is free
When you’re dead.
A writer’s well-read
And a hack is just read.
And forgot. I’m bled,
You bleed.
Mine is plastic,
Yours is reed.
You're an artist. When you were born, it was in a room painted eggshell-white, with sailboats and teddy bears on the wainscoting. Your mother let you loose in the garden as soon as you could crawl and you interacted with butterflies, chubby little fingers and eyes filled with wonder probing the complex beauty of their insectoid...
And weird is me.
Lovely is he
And soil is free
When you’re dead.
A writer’s well-read
And a hack is just read.
And forgot. I’m bled,
You bleed.
Mine is plastic,
Yours is reed.
You're an artist. When you were born, it was in a room painted eggshell-white, with sailboats and teddy bears on the wainscoting. Your mother let you loose in the garden as soon as you could crawl and you interacted with butterflies, chubby little fingers and eyes filled with wonder probing the complex beauty of their insectoid...
#reading
42 reads
2 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 3:20pm
5th Mar 2021 3:20pm
The Sun
The word would be pretentious.
Does anyone even know who you are?
There's no way this reader knows what I'm talking about.
A magazine, oh wow.
Haven't read one of those since...
Does anyone even know who you are?
There's no way this reader knows what I'm talking about.
A magazine, oh wow.
Haven't read one of those since...
#anger
#rejection
#LifeAsAWriter #reading
#LifeAsAWriter #reading
53 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 6:56am
27th Feb 2021 6:56am
set sail at sunset
Set sail in the Sunset
When the world was big
and the ship I was onboard left Trinidad
sailed to the Panama Canal.
We crossed the Pacific Ocean, and we were alone
in a world so big.
Then the Indian Ocean, the world was endless
finding an island, a needle in a haystack.
It was long ago, long before Apollo made the world
into a small planet in the vast universe
and the moon was a balloon, as David Niven said.
Our world has shrunk, it is a tiny place, yet we fight
for religion or some silly political views.
When the world was big
and the ship I was onboard left Trinidad
sailed to the Panama Canal.
We crossed the Pacific Ocean, and we were alone
in a world so big.
Then the Indian Ocean, the world was endless
finding an island, a needle in a haystack.
It was long ago, long before Apollo made the world
into a small planet in the vast universe
and the moon was a balloon, as David Niven said.
Our world has shrunk, it is a tiny place, yet we fight
for religion or some silly political views.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
25 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 10:43am
23rd Feb 2021 10:43am
man and his dog
Morning sight
A man and his dog
Are coming out of a house
The man has an umbrella
The dog is not happy.
It stops by the curb
Empty its bowel, pee and
Sniff a tree.
The man, further down
The street calls his mutt
It ignores him
Runs back to the house.
This is not the weather.
For long walks.
A man and his dog
Are coming out of a house
The man has an umbrella
The dog is not happy.
It stops by the curb
Empty its bowel, pee and
Sniff a tree.
The man, further down
The street calls his mutt
It ignores him
Runs back to the house.
This is not the weather.
For long walks.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
28 reads
1 Comment
Trome
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 2:37pm
18th Feb 2021 2:37pm
PARK MY BIKE
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#reading
60 reads
5 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 7:39pm
23rd Jan 2021 7:39pm
just fiction
you needn’t bend me out of shape
it’s all just fiction kid
a rack with paperbacks
a little excitement for dad
on Sunday afternoon
returned from church
and wanting some cheap thrill
and if i spent last afternoon
fantasising
sweaty palmed
about some blonde and nubile daughter
securely tied to rack
and ruined like a sinner of
the fifteenth century
who can say i’ve not just found
the underground of longing kept
below the upper floors
of social consciousness
i’m read in...
it’s all just fiction kid
a rack with paperbacks
a little excitement for dad
on Sunday afternoon
returned from church
and wanting some cheap thrill
and if i spent last afternoon
fantasising
sweaty palmed
about some blonde and nubile daughter
securely tied to rack
and ruined like a sinner of
the fifteenth century
who can say i’ve not just found
the underground of longing kept
below the upper floors
of social consciousness
i’m read in...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#reading
60 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 4:27pm
22nd Jan 2021 4:27pm
after Trump
After Trump
Now that Trump has gone but not for good
What shall we hate next?
When our love affair with Joe Biden is over shall
We look a bit closer to his politics we know he is
A politician for all-season I like to ask the question:
How come he has gone from relative poverty
To very rich?
The answer is that he has been paid by big business.
To represent their interest and only theirs, the people.
Are only useful during election time.
He has already adopted some of Trump´s policies
as for the variety, his top administration is...
Now that Trump has gone but not for good
What shall we hate next?
When our love affair with Joe Biden is over shall
We look a bit closer to his politics we know he is
A politician for all-season I like to ask the question:
How come he has gone from relative poverty
To very rich?
The answer is that he has been paid by big business.
To represent their interest and only theirs, the people.
Are only useful during election time.
He has already adopted some of Trump´s policies
as for the variety, his top administration is...
#books
#WritingPoetry
#reading
32 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 10:32pm
17th Jan 2021 10:32pm
POOLSIDE APOCALYPTO (8-29-2010, 2:00pm, Palm Springs, California)
what more to do
with words
seems little point
to even ponder
now
let go
somehow
the old familiar
inner call
i sense
feel and hear
still alive
still astir inside
alert within
this temporal mask
of outer shell
i only think
i am
wherein resides
the deeper truth
of spirit
guided being
now triggered
here again
within the subtle
whispering song
of early falls
cool desert breeze
rushing through
these slithering tongues
of...
with words
seems little point
to even ponder
now
let go
somehow
the old familiar
inner call
i sense
feel and hear
still alive
still astir inside
alert within
this temporal mask
of outer shell
i only think
i am
wherein resides
the deeper truth
of spirit
guided being
now triggered
here again
within the subtle
whispering song
of early falls
cool desert breeze
rushing through
these slithering tongues
of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
35 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 10:06am
15th Jan 2021 10:06am
who tells lie?
Who Tell lies?
“Hey, this is the internet everybody lies.”
this was a throwaway sentence in a TV program
forgotten by the one who spoke the line or when
it sounded right.
It made me think is the world less honest now we have internet?
If this is so is it because we don´t see the people we lie to.
What about me do I tell lies?
Yes, at times when intrusive people ask questions
I find no ground to answer. I´m also a writer and use things I have
heard or read what happened in my and others live to tell a story.
but in my private...
“Hey, this is the internet everybody lies.”
this was a throwaway sentence in a TV program
forgotten by the one who spoke the line or when
it sounded right.
It made me think is the world less honest now we have internet?
If this is so is it because we don´t see the people we lie to.
What about me do I tell lies?
Yes, at times when intrusive people ask questions
I find no ground to answer. I´m also a writer and use things I have
heard or read what happened in my and others live to tell a story.
but in my private...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 5:43am
13th Jan 2021 5:43am
caressed.
#erotic
#admiration
#sensual #reading
#sensual #reading
442 reads
33 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 11:13am
7th Jan 2021 11:13am
restriction
Restriction, restriction
The world is getting mad, and the police patrol cruises the street
if you are caught without a mask heavy fine awaits.
I see some schools are open, but some are not, there has been an outbreak
of the pest in some of them.
Happy days for parents whose children are at school it is good
to be rid of the little blighters for a few hours.
In Norway, you can go to any restaurant or pub
but you can´t by alcohol- mine is 7up, cola for my friend-
Only in Norway can they do this.
But we have been here before when the Christian-...
The world is getting mad, and the police patrol cruises the street
if you are caught without a mask heavy fine awaits.
I see some schools are open, but some are not, there has been an outbreak
of the pest in some of them.
Happy days for parents whose children are at school it is good
to be rid of the little blighters for a few hours.
In Norway, you can go to any restaurant or pub
but you can´t by alcohol- mine is 7up, cola for my friend-
Only in Norway can they do this.
But we have been here before when the Christian-...
#books
#WritersBlock
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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