Poems About Reading Seeking Honest Critique
#reading
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
20th Sep 2023 10:54pm
20th Sep 2023 10:54pm
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
163 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Sep 2023 1:46am
18th Sep 2023 1:46am
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
156 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 1:11am
25th Aug 2023 1:11am
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
119 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 00:19am
3rd Aug 2023 00:19am
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
142 reads
4 Comments
anonymouszoe
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 7:14pm
28th Jul 2023 7:14pm
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
396 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jul 2023 6:04pm
12th Jul 2023 6:04pm
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
219 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Jun 2023 00:53am
12th Jun 2023 00:53am
imaginary friends
my imaginary friends were originally imagined by others, such as doyle and christie and sayers, but somehow they’ve all ended up in my head ..
#reading
161 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
183 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Jun 2023 7:29am
7th Jun 2023 7:29am
Apologia Miscellanea
#love
#romantic
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading
213 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 2:52am
21st Apr 2023 2:52am
Stanley
Mr. and Mrs. Weatherburn lived in New Port. The couple was illiterate, and they had a teenage son named Stanley. His mother called him Taundee. He was attending a boarding school in Clarendon, but he could not read or write. It seemed that he had an intellectual disability. Moreover, he was a lazy boy. When Stanley misbehaves, his mother would say, “Taundee, yuh cyaan ave likkle destantable, likkle elliquet about yuh?”
Stanley’s parents wanted him to be a brilliant scholar, but he was not making any progress. They were just wasting their money on him. Every session he would...
Stanley’s parents wanted him to be a brilliant scholar, but he was not making any progress. They were just wasting their money on him. Every session he would...
#mother
#father
#school
#books
#reading
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 6:19pm
3rd Apr 2023 6:19pm
Syntactic Collapse
Faster than
a drain circling
Trajan
column
spiral
narrative
was the cascade
of visually
dissociative
text
and
sometimes
hourglass
syllabic pinch
of skyscraper
disjointed
Eiffel tower
Erector Set
egality
tremble
and
Promethean
unbound
ladder
incongruity
of rickety
sequitur...
a drain circling
Trajan
column
spiral
narrative
was the cascade
of visually
dissociative
text
and
sometimes
hourglass
syllabic pinch
of skyscraper
disjointed
Eiffel tower
Erector Set
egality
tremble
and
Promethean
unbound
ladder
incongruity
of rickety
sequitur...
#reading
319 reads
6 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 2:30pm
6th Mar 2023 2:30pm
Why I read
Some of my most valuable experiences
were other people's.
were other people's.
#reading
179 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Reading Seeking Honest Critique
