Poems About Reading Seeking Friendly Advice
#reading
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
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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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oskar
Poem Published
1st Mar 2022 10:09am
1st Mar 2022 10:09am
the tripping
Tour 1
A man with blue-rinsed hair was the tour’s leader
we stopped outside Edith Piaf’s former home where she was born
The house is still the dwellings steps into the house
were well-trod.
Our leader held up a picture of the lady, a photo I had seen
on YouTube, he told us a fairy tale about her goodness
for a moment, I thought he was talking about a saint.
We retired to a café where he sang, “La vie en rose” and forever
Destroyed the most beautiful of songs.
Tour 2
Fighting my way through the metro and jostling with rude commuters ...
A man with blue-rinsed hair was the tour’s leader
we stopped outside Edith Piaf’s former home where she was born
The house is still the dwellings steps into the house
were well-trod.
Our leader held up a picture of the lady, a photo I had seen
on YouTube, he told us a fairy tale about her goodness
for a moment, I thought he was talking about a saint.
We retired to a café where he sang, “La vie en rose” and forever
Destroyed the most beautiful of songs.
Tour 2
Fighting my way through the metro and jostling with rude commuters ...
#freedom
#art
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Jan 2022 11:18am
8th Jan 2022 11:18am
unwritten page
Unwritten page
A blank page on the word processor I ought to leave it this way
just look at it and dream what I could have written.
If I delete the words written, it will be a blank page again.
No history on a crumpled-up sheet of paper in a wastebasket.
For now, it is too late, but I might erase the page written
if I so choose.
All poems are if written with passion, great poems
if not by the readers but by the poet, who boarded the wrong bus
as my wife did in Johannesburg many years ago
great was her consternation when stopping an...
A blank page on the word processor I ought to leave it this way
just look at it and dream what I could have written.
If I delete the words written, it will be a blank page again.
No history on a crumpled-up sheet of paper in a wastebasket.
For now, it is too late, but I might erase the page written
if I so choose.
All poems are if written with passion, great poems
if not by the readers but by the poet, who boarded the wrong bus
as my wife did in Johannesburg many years ago
great was her consternation when stopping an...
#music
#meditation
#passion
#reading
#guitars
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iain9
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 10:17pm
9th Dec 2021 10:17pm
A Good Book
No matter how hard I try
there’s always nights of
which can never be said
is slept without having
raised from a most
comfortable bed
searching for something
to help me sleep
when mother said
“it’s all in your head!”
so I tried just that
even went to
the library
and read
and read
cus a good book will do that
help me relax
so there every day
I’d find a corner and sat
going through
stories of castles and queens
of lost children and giants
even scary dreams
now I...
there’s always nights of
which can never be said
is slept without having
raised from a most
comfortable bed
searching for something
to help me sleep
when mother said
“it’s all in your head!”
so I tried just that
even went to
the library
and read
and read
cus a good book will do that
help me relax
so there every day
I’d find a corner and sat
going through
stories of castles and queens
of lost children and giants
even scary dreams
now I...
#happiness
#love
#motivational
#inspirational
#reading
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1 Comment
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2021 2:02pm
3rd Dec 2021 2:02pm
a hypothesis of words (revisited)
you.
wield
unmatched
words
of
inspirational
precision
touched
by
whatever gods
properly chose
this passion
as a new
erotically scribed
reverenced
faith
pure
sensual
scribes
unbridled
inked cries
where fantastic
allure
delicately lies
i quiver
at each syllable
my breath
catches
and quickens
losing myself
i read
aloud
my voice echoes
raw penned
emotion
a lush clarity
of desire
as
i...
wield
unmatched
words
of
inspirational
precision
touched
by
whatever gods
properly chose
this passion
as a new
erotically scribed
reverenced
faith
pure
sensual
scribes
unbridled
inked cries
where fantastic
allure
delicately lies
i quiver
at each syllable
my breath
catches
and quickens
losing myself
i read
aloud
my voice echoes
raw penned
emotion
a lush clarity
of desire
as
i...
#lust
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
741 reads
55 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
On still being alive
I live, and for now,
maybe
that's just enough.
maybe
that's just enough.
#dance
#responsibility
#passion
#reading
#guitars
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 11:16am
29th Nov 2021 11:16am
random journey
Random Journey
Is the inception of a voyage the end of abstract nothingness?
Or the beginning of conscious life as driving to town buying the papers.
I remember a song, “Set sail at Sunset.” humming the words.
A red sun and calm sea, this not the crossing of Styx after sundown
ss it immaturity making fun of me again you can’t sail to Afghanistan?
I can sail there in a balloon and land where the Taliban shoots holes in the sky
smoke American cigarettes, we can drink coffee and have a natter.
The problem is, you can’t see any women like they do...
Is the inception of a voyage the end of abstract nothingness?
Or the beginning of conscious life as driving to town buying the papers.
I remember a song, “Set sail at Sunset.” humming the words.
A red sun and calm sea, this not the crossing of Styx after sundown
ss it immaturity making fun of me again you can’t sail to Afghanistan?
I can sail there in a balloon and land where the Taliban shoots holes in the sky
smoke American cigarettes, we can drink coffee and have a natter.
The problem is, you can’t see any women like they do...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
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JusTim_
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 7:51pm
18th Nov 2021 7:51pm
secrets
midnight seduces;
i run my fingers
thru the contours of her mind
every thought a creation
of flavour
enhanced with waves
breathing
full on
seduced
the sweet without the sour
each one a dare
to come devour
tongues roll in unison
dancing to one beat
explored,
not wanting to be undone
she quivers and I am there
embracing her body
of work;
page upon page of precision
exposed
to only me and the decision
to go on
pure beauty
slipping...
i run my fingers
thru the contours of her mind
every thought a creation
of flavour
enhanced with waves
breathing
full on
seduced
the sweet without the sour
each one a dare
to come devour
tongues roll in unison
dancing to one beat
explored,
not wanting to be undone
she quivers and I am there
embracing her body
of work;
page upon page of precision
exposed
to only me and the decision
to go on
pure beauty
slipping...
#romantic
#lover
#reading
886 reads
16 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 00:27am
1st Aug 2021 00:27am
My favorite book store
Walking in the door
to the tinkling of a bell
and the smell [heaven sent]
of paper, ink, and dust
books everywhere
organized in piles of chaos
new, recycled, and rare
sci-fi, westerns, and more
hallowed ground
the birth place of dreams
and ideas of the mind
old friends living in the pages
illuminating my life
offering an escape
to new universes
as seen through alien eyes
I am pulled out of my shell
into worlds of dreams
sitting for hours
in a musty old chair
shoved between...
to the tinkling of a bell
and the smell [heaven sent]
of paper, ink, and dust
books everywhere
organized in piles of chaos
new, recycled, and rare
sci-fi, westerns, and more
hallowed ground
the birth place of dreams
and ideas of the mind
old friends living in the pages
illuminating my life
offering an escape
to new universes
as seen through alien eyes
I am pulled out of my shell
into worlds of dreams
sitting for hours
in a musty old chair
shoved between...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#reading
294 reads
3 Comments
senid
Poem Published
17th Jul 2021 1:30pm
17th Jul 2021 1:30pm
Poet after poet
Poet after poet
written July 10th, 2021
Day by day, and poem by poem
my home and my life
fill with friends and lovers
who took the time to write to me
through the years and distances.
Jane Kenyon sits
on the corner of
my dining room table
a pool of calm
for me to dip into
anytime I need.
113 poets (I counted)
from Copper Canyon Press
are in residence between the covers
of The Gift of Tongues.
They enliven the desk where I write
always falling into respectable order
when I peak in...
written July 10th, 2021
Day by day, and poem by poem
my home and my life
fill with friends and lovers
who took the time to write to me
through the years and distances.
Jane Kenyon sits
on the corner of
my dining room table
a pool of calm
for me to dip into
anytime I need.
113 poets (I counted)
from Copper Canyon Press
are in residence between the covers
of The Gift of Tongues.
They enliven the desk where I write
always falling into respectable order
when I peak in...
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
#reading
397 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:02am
11th Jun 2021 10:02am
verity
Verity
Telling the truth to people close to you
is a difficult feat, the accusations and repercussion
can be dire.
When you puncture the picture where they see
themselves as helpful people.
The unvarnished truth is they will rob you blind
and expect you to be grateful.
Those who were your friend will not help you
for them, assistance have a pecuniary aspect,
If you let the trespasses against you slide, you will
think of yourself as a coward; and those who were
your friends will feel contemptuous of you.
Telling the truth to people close to you
is a difficult feat, the accusations and repercussion
can be dire.
When you puncture the picture where they see
themselves as helpful people.
The unvarnished truth is they will rob you blind
and expect you to be grateful.
Those who were your friend will not help you
for them, assistance have a pecuniary aspect,
If you let the trespasses against you slide, you will
think of yourself as a coward; and those who were
your friends will feel contemptuous of you.
#books
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
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