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
14th Apr 2024 11:14pm
14th Apr 2024 11:14pm
there’s something still to do
like to keep a book
by the bed
I wish to read, although
maybe
not
yet
I think
I’ll continue to live
whilst I have something
still to do
by the bed
I wish to read, although
maybe
not
yet
I think
I’ll continue to live
whilst I have something
still to do
#reading
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 11:31pm
7th Apr 2024 11:31pm
all it took
flicking through london in the seventeen hundreds like a quick visit to a bawdy house
and all it took was to put
down the book and say hello,
darling, I’m back
and all it took was to put
down the book and say hello,
darling, I’m back
#reading
47 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:15pm
5th Apr 2024 11:15pm
sighing, he puts down his book
had a power cut last night, but my wife has candles in the house, so I wasn’t too worried, but it’s hard to find them in the dark if they’re not already alight
#reading
37 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 8:09pm
4th Apr 2024 8:09pm
Brand New Illiteracy
With no more reverence for script
we are like the Eloi now
amid old books which won't endow
aloof cerebra ill equipped
to see the future much improved
from Anthropocentric shambles
and apocalyptic brambles
no lords of order have approved
for any Eden garden plot
on this or any other Earth,
steadfast for merriment and mirth
and by no petrodollar bought.
Come what may...we must ever read
if from that doom we would be freed.
we are like the Eloi now
amid old books which won't endow
aloof cerebra ill equipped
to see the future much improved
from Anthropocentric shambles
and apocalyptic brambles
no lords of order have approved
for any Eden garden plot
on this or any other Earth,
steadfast for merriment and mirth
and by no petrodollar bought.
Come what may...we must ever read
if from that doom we would be freed.
#CallToAction
#freedom
#responsibility #reading
#responsibility #reading
85 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:58am
3rd Apr 2024 11:58am
the car buisness
Automobile industry
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
#books
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 5:33pm
19th Mar 2024 5:33pm
Your Poem made me Cry
the blood from your broken heart
ink to the poem of lost love
your heartache tattooed in verses
sent dusts into my eyes
lost in time etched in memories
of a love that once embraced
your spirit, your soul, your mortality
only for him to leave
before you kissed the dawn
My tears fell for your pain
for your memories that ended
with a rose on a grave stone
and you stepping back alone
you are strong, indeed stronger
the pain like a forge to your spirit
screaming and crying to God
"Why did you...
ink to the poem of lost love
your heartache tattooed in verses
sent dusts into my eyes
lost in time etched in memories
of a love that once embraced
your spirit, your soul, your mortality
only for him to leave
before you kissed the dawn
My tears fell for your pain
for your memories that ended
with a rose on a grave stone
and you stepping back alone
you are strong, indeed stronger
the pain like a forge to your spirit
screaming and crying to God
"Why did you...
#WritingPoetry
#reading
113 reads
11 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 00:54am
9th Mar 2024 00:54am
first impressions
know nothing of ogden nash,
except that I read a collection of poetry from the nineteen forties
that made me laugh, and I should google him, but I won’t, since I wouldn’t want to spoil things
except that I read a collection of poetry from the nineteen forties
that made me laugh, and I should google him, but I won’t, since I wouldn’t want to spoil things
#reading
53 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 00:15am
8th Mar 2024 00:15am
poem
I should go out more
and more I stay at home
with my books
I know how it looks ..
and more I stay at home
with my books
I know how it looks ..
#reading
53 reads
3 Comments
Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 7:19pm
4th Mar 2024 7:19pm
Paper and work.
She asked
Me is a horse
More worthy?
Me is a horse
More worthy?
#technology
#music
#reading
#military
#ThrillSeeking
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 2:21pm
27th Jan 2024 2:21pm
Perfectly Objective Subject
reader reads aloud
objectifying
subjective pleasure of reading
poetry written devoid
of desire to move another’s will
or mold their understanding
every creative work
imperfect
dubious aesthetic
subjective contemplation
on objects
is what we write
everything is imperfect
no sunset so lovely
it couldn’t
become lovelier
gentle breezes
bringing sleep could
bring sounder sleep
contemplators
of paintings and rivers
enjoying books and passing days
...
objectifying
subjective pleasure of reading
poetry written devoid
of desire to move another’s will
or mold their understanding
every creative work
imperfect
dubious aesthetic
subjective contemplation
on objects
is what we write
everything is imperfect
no sunset so lovely
it couldn’t
become lovelier
gentle breezes
bringing sleep could
bring sounder sleep
contemplators
of paintings and rivers
enjoying books and passing days
...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
72 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 00:21am
20th Jan 2024 00:21am
I love Thomas Love Peacock
remember reading nightmare abbey on a packed early morning train
to charing cross from dartford,
and when I arrived at work I put it
down on the desk, upon which somebody picked it up and, loudly quoting from it in an exaggerated voice, began taking the piss ..
to charing cross from dartford,
and when I arrived at work I put it
down on the desk, upon which somebody picked it up and, loudly quoting from it in an exaggerated voice, began taking the piss ..
#reading
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Jan 2024 00:37am
19th Jan 2024 00:37am
OF DUSTED DREAMS UNDONE (4-24-2022, 21:30am, Palm Springs, California)
on waking every morning
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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