Poems About Reading Seeking Friendly Advice
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:11pm
Yesterday 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
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
a cold snap
cold environment
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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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
175 reads
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Koulouri
Poem Published
20th Oct 2023 6:04pm
20th Oct 2023 6:04pm
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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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
16th Jun 2023 6:03am
16th Jun 2023 6:03am
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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oskar
Poem Published
15th May 2023 10:08am
15th May 2023 10:08am
a small lake
A small lake
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a centre...
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a centre...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 10:57am
23rd Dec 2022 10:57am
the importance of the small things
The importance of the small things
Out of a crack at the foot of a wall, a tiny baby mouse
blinded by the brightness of this autumnal day
I picked up the new life and put it in the palm of my hand
sensing the warmth, the baby curled up and slept.
To think this tiny animal had a heart, lungs, liver and
so, just like me; living in a world too immense to
grasp other than an outline of space and time.
In less than a week, the baby mouse will be an adult
and since mice do not go for higher education, one
can assume it will not take an...
Out of a crack at the foot of a wall, a tiny baby mouse
blinded by the brightness of this autumnal day
I picked up the new life and put it in the palm of my hand
sensing the warmth, the baby curled up and slept.
To think this tiny animal had a heart, lungs, liver and
so, just like me; living in a world too immense to
grasp other than an outline of space and time.
In less than a week, the baby mouse will be an adult
and since mice do not go for higher education, one
can assume it will not take an...
#freedom
#meditation
#responsibility
#passion
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2022 2:18pm
3rd Nov 2022 2:18pm
clouds and a moment
Clouds and a moment
When a cloud rolled over lake Michigan
cast an eerie spell of otherness over the lake
the stillness was profound when a bird
shrieked in horror.
When the cloud disappeared up yonder
a ferry crossed the lake's undulating water
reached the shore as a wet handshake
of monotony.
When a cloud rolled over lake Michigan
cast an eerie spell of otherness over the lake
the stillness was profound when a bird
shrieked in horror.
When the cloud disappeared up yonder
a ferry crossed the lake's undulating water
reached the shore as a wet handshake
of monotony.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
#reading
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LightningBug
Poem Published
29th Jul 2022 5:13pm
29th Jul 2022 5:13pm
This is a Newsletter Poll
Do any poets out there have a real following that generates an income for them? I ask because then if I do start a newsletter this would facilitate readers to continue and give a new source of income.
I'm dubious right now. Reason being i have only a small readership to produce for on Medium. I am trying to get consistent but am flagging. I am just tired. Physically and emotionally. I guess i need a vacation from the internet as well. Its time. I've been super consistent for a couple decades, more or less. That is a long azz time!!!
Newsletters are a nice idea if you are a...
I'm dubious right now. Reason being i have only a small readership to produce for on Medium. I am trying to get consistent but am flagging. I am just tired. Physically and emotionally. I guess i need a vacation from the internet as well. Its time. I've been super consistent for a couple decades, more or less. That is a long azz time!!!
Newsletters are a nice idea if you are a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#reading #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Adelphina
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2022 3:33am
3rd Jul 2022 3:33am
Cool Swimming Pool
Tingles on my heart and skin
Wondering if I should jump in
Where I skim my toes
Checking the temperature
My Cool Swimming Pool
Filled with sharks and ink
Primed for a leap into magic
From the high dive
For a few moments to feel alive
Where I get lost for a while
Seduced by your words
And sharp teeth beneath
I take the plunge
Feeling you stalk and circle
Slipping around my legs
Pulling on my yellow bikini strings
With your shark teeth
Carful not to scar or...
Wondering if I should jump in
Where I skim my toes
Checking the temperature
My Cool Swimming Pool
Filled with sharks and ink
Primed for a leap into magic
From the high dive
For a few moments to feel alive
Where I get lost for a while
Seduced by your words
And sharp teeth beneath
I take the plunge
Feeling you stalk and circle
Slipping around my legs
Pulling on my yellow bikini strings
With your shark teeth
Carful not to scar or...
#magic
#reading
581 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
31st Mar 2022 10:13am
31st Mar 2022 10:13am
a haughty nation
Haughty Nation
“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less ...
“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less ...
#travel
#art
#meditation
#passion
#reading
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