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.
Agreement and Disagreement on Opinions
I write the truth about people who perform wicked deeds.
Some commenters say they disagree with most of my opinions.
I expect to hear this kind of comment from wicked persons.
If I wanted agreement, I would try to please the lovers of lies.
Who cares what brainwashed and misguided people think?
I never told anybody that I was seeking agreement on my work.
Truth cannot change whether everyone agrees with it or not.
Of course, those who hate truth will disagree with my opinions.
Some readers do not like my opinions because they hate truth. ...
Some commenters say they disagree with most of my opinions.
I expect to hear this kind of comment from wicked persons.
If I wanted agreement, I would try to please the lovers of lies.
Who cares what brainwashed and misguided people think?
I never told anybody that I was seeking agreement on my work.
Truth cannot change whether everyone agrees with it or not.
Of course, those who hate truth will disagree with my opinions.
Some readers do not like my opinions because they hate truth. ...
#politics
#LGBT
#religion
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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Good Endings
There's always an ache when I finish a good book.
My heart feels full, my mind satiated.
Yet, there's a longing.
A hope that the story never ends.
Sure, good things don’t last.
But can we pretend,
just for a while,
That they do?
My heart feels full, my mind satiated.
Yet, there's a longing.
A hope that the story never ends.
Sure, good things don’t last.
But can we pretend,
just for a while,
That they do?
#love
#romantic
#books
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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hushed up
the librarian, when
questioned
by detectives, said, but look,
you need to be quiet
or else I’ll have to ask
that you leave
us with no other option, the inspector said, but to arrest you in
mid sentence,
if I may,
for the unreturned
book ..
questioned
by detectives, said, but look,
you need to be quiet
or else I’ll have to ask
that you leave
us with no other option, the inspector said, but to arrest you in
mid sentence,
if I may,
for the unreturned
book ..
#reading
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it’s still on my shelf
picture him wearing cardigans and
roll neck sweaters, writing a column
in the daily mirror on mondays and thursdays in the ‘seventies, which he published in a book and which I bought when I was in chelsea back when my life could still smile at
itself
roll neck sweaters, writing a column
in the daily mirror on mondays and thursdays in the ‘seventies, which he published in a book and which I bought when I was in chelsea back when my life could still smile at
itself
#reading
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Artistry's magic, a world to behold
In strokes of color, stories untold,
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
#art
#passion
#reading
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
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Tonight
I sing to the spider, the fern curl, the leaf,
belly of harvest, seed turned in, rain,
I sing into ancient space,
fingers wide, intention clear -
I am quiet life,
a love laid wrapping
every inch of me in ultraviolet,
I am wine, paperbacks
lost keys, lost time.
I am a child who sees the child
who sees the adult,
who finds,
once in the body of an adult,
they had no where to hide.
I am a sister, a mother to many,
I am a wide heaviness
that gives other's hope,
helps them see the tunneled light,
they...
belly of harvest, seed turned in, rain,
I sing into ancient space,
fingers wide, intention clear -
I am quiet life,
a love laid wrapping
every inch of me in ultraviolet,
I am wine, paperbacks
lost keys, lost time.
I am a child who sees the child
who sees the adult,
who finds,
once in the body of an adult,
they had no where to hide.
I am a sister, a mother to many,
I am a wide heaviness
that gives other's hope,
helps them see the tunneled light,
they...
#home
#reading
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just talk amongst yourselves
didn’t have many
friends to
start with I was sitting in the pub
with a book didn’t
exactly help
matters not,
since I was engrossed
in the book
friends to
start with I was sitting in the pub
with a book didn’t
exactly help
matters not,
since I was engrossed
in the book
#reading
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the book club
I love reading yeats
and hardy and sassoon, she said?
I expected you later ..
and hardy and sassoon, she said?
I expected you later ..
#reading
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the library
even as he closed the book
he took no heed of what was going on all around him
was a city, a vibrant,
beautiful, rotten, rather dangerous
city, or so he’d read ..
he took no heed of what was going on all around him
was a city, a vibrant,
beautiful, rotten, rather dangerous
city, or so he’d read ..
#reading
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Reflections
My mirror is a compulsive liar,
that hangs upon my wall.
It lies, it cheats, until I weep,
as it stands above so tall.
that hangs upon my wall.
It lies, it cheats, until I weep,
as it stands above so tall.
#mirror
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#freedom
#reading
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My Adult Life
My adult life began
with a book poking out
of my stepmother’s bag,
a mix of smoke and legs
on its cover.
And a devilish swear
that reeled me in: Switch Bitch.
So arch and scandalous,
it must be yours, young man,
and one small theft would not be missed
between the morning’s hush and tick:
especially since I’d already tried on
my stepmother’s heels and lipstick.
with a book poking out
of my stepmother’s bag,
a mix of smoke and legs
on its cover.
And a devilish swear
that reeled me in: Switch Bitch.
So arch and scandalous,
it must be yours, young man,
and one small theft would not be missed
between the morning’s hush and tick:
especially since I’d already tried on
my stepmother’s heels and lipstick.
#childhood
#LGBT
#books #reading
#books #reading
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writings in books
Little girl curled up with her maroon poetry book
Small dog eared pages pinched with care
Tear stained paper from nights that haunt
The faint names barely legible because she
Gently and with the softest precision in pencil
Wrote names by the ones that were inspiring
Poetry the only way to find the words
Poetry was the only way out of her mind
Small dog eared pages pinched with care
Tear stained paper from nights that haunt
The faint names barely legible because she
Gently and with the softest precision in pencil
Wrote names by the ones that were inspiring
Poetry the only way to find the words
Poetry was the only way out of her mind
#teens
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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