Least Read Poems About Reading
#reading
In Praise of a Good Novel
or Last Night I Finished Sunrise on the Reaping and I am Not Okay
and when he placed that gumdrop on her tongue
I felt his world forever spiral out
and in, I knew he’d sever everyone.
I wept for him. I closed the book and wept
the real, unfiltered tears of a grieving woman.
My granny always said we sometimes need
to give ourselves permission, conjure up
a justifiable reason to cry.
When someone asks, “Just why are you so blue?”
You can say, with confidence, “My book.”
I once heard scientists discuss the...
and when he placed that gumdrop on her tongue
I felt his world forever spiral out
and in, I knew he’d sever everyone.
I wept for him. I closed the book and wept
the real, unfiltered tears of a grieving woman.
My granny always said we sometimes need
to give ourselves permission, conjure up
a justifiable reason to cry.
When someone asks, “Just why are you so blue?”
You can say, with confidence, “My book.”
I once heard scientists discuss the...
#reading
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Herbal Tea
It is so perfect for me
a chance to escape
to finally relax
let the world no longer tax
Feeling the warmth
as I grip the mug
like a soothing decaffeinated hug
meant to ease my day
Savored in the usual way
taking my time
with a volume of rhyme
so easy in my oversized chair
With hardly a care
hardly a worry
no longer a need to scurry
to the next meeting
This most cheerful greeting
with hints of herbs
how it again curbs
all my chilled existential fears
a chance to escape
to finally relax
let the world no longer tax
Feeling the warmth
as I grip the mug
like a soothing decaffeinated hug
meant to ease my day
Savored in the usual way
taking my time
with a volume of rhyme
so easy in my oversized chair
With hardly a care
hardly a worry
no longer a need to scurry
to the next meeting
This most cheerful greeting
with hints of herbs
how it again curbs
all my chilled existential fears
#peace
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#reading
#tea
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Rhyme and Verse
It is the very world
where I live
where I thrive
the literary air I breathe
Engaged with a poem
whispering each word
so that it is only heard
by me
As I enter the page
fully engage
in the poetic flow
the artistic scene
Leave the prosaic
step back from the mosaic
finally able to view
all of its totality
Within this dear poetry
taking my time
tickled with rhyme
conversing in verse
where I live
where I thrive
the literary air I breathe
Engaged with a poem
whispering each word
so that it is only heard
by me
As I enter the page
fully engage
in the poetic flow
the artistic scene
Leave the prosaic
step back from the mosaic
finally able to view
all of its totality
Within this dear poetry
taking my time
tickled with rhyme
conversing in verse
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#reading
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Beyond the Read
So, what is truly the need
after it has all been read
after the words are all said
when the recitation finally fades
How each stanza braids
just like the Fates
each future that awaits
the cutting of its poetic end
Hearing the verse blend
each resonating line
reveals its own sign
to those who still listen
While the dew does glisten
each and every morning
providing its stark warning
of what is yet to come
This zero net sum
of all the things we do
try to make the world anew ...
after it has all been read
after the words are all said
when the recitation finally fades
How each stanza braids
just like the Fates
each future that awaits
the cutting of its poetic end
Hearing the verse blend
each resonating line
reveals its own sign
to those who still listen
While the dew does glisten
each and every morning
providing its stark warning
of what is yet to come
This zero net sum
of all the things we do
try to make the world anew ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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Poetria
It is a mystical place
where all this white space
meets the black ink
on the neutrality of the page
When poet and poem
both find a home
far from the rasping sound
of all things prosaic
A most elegant time
enraptured in rhyme
where words do more
than merely matter
While the poetry I write
folds back the night
reveals all it conceals
beyond the very last line
where all this white space
meets the black ink
on the neutrality of the page
When poet and poem
both find a home
far from the rasping sound
of all things prosaic
A most elegant time
enraptured in rhyme
where words do more
than merely matter
While the poetry I write
folds back the night
reveals all it conceals
beyond the very last line
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#reading
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Tea and Enjambment
I do love to calm
the afternoon
with a spot of tea
some sweetened poetry
that will fill my roomy stanza
A cozy corner niche
somewhere I can stitch
together some fine lines
pass away the time
with a marmalade of rhyme
the afternoon
with a spot of tea
some sweetened poetry
that will fill my roomy stanza
A cozy corner niche
somewhere I can stitch
together some fine lines
pass away the time
with a marmalade of rhyme
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading
#tea
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Quatrain of Thought
I often find that when I do not look
I lose myself with any true sense of time
wandering through some sweet poetry book
fully entwined in your silk web of rhyme
I lose myself with any true sense of time
wandering through some sweet poetry book
fully entwined in your silk web of rhyme
#books
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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Everyday
Everyday, it's wake up, walk, make breakfast, be at the whim of my drunk sister's every command (although I have to block her number because I can't fulfill all of them), talk to friends throughout the day, clean if my chronic fatigue allows for it, write or read if my brain isn't too fogged, etc.
I can't get myself to do much. I'm too drained from dealing with toxic family members. I'm lucky when I can get away from them, but other times, I'm not too lucky.
I'm still not sure of how I haven't fainted yet. Definitely don't have the Instagram worthy lifestyle although I'm...
I can't get myself to do much. I'm too drained from dealing with toxic family members. I'm lucky when I can get away from them, but other times, I'm not too lucky.
I'm still not sure of how I haven't fainted yet. Definitely don't have the Instagram worthy lifestyle although I'm...
#art
#freedom
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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Yonder
Sometimes I do simply wonder
what lies beyond
the frozen pond
that frames my life
Only able to sail
in my cloth bound frigates
a look in each book
to sail the salient world
As each journey is unfurled
seeing with my mind
what lies well past my eye
no matter how hard I try
Scaling craggy cliffs
deciphering ancient glyphs
beneath a golden sun
in the summer of its life
Curious what I will find
in the journey of the mind
there and back again
with each turn of the page
what lies beyond
the frozen pond
that frames my life
Only able to sail
in my cloth bound frigates
a look in each book
to sail the salient world
As each journey is unfurled
seeing with my mind
what lies well past my eye
no matter how hard I try
Scaling craggy cliffs
deciphering ancient glyphs
beneath a golden sun
in the summer of its life
Curious what I will find
in the journey of the mind
there and back again
with each turn of the page
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery #reading
#SelfDiscovery #reading
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Poetiquette
It is what I try
to practice each day
I traipse around
in the deep underground
Reading as much as I can
from those I follow
leaving little likes and comments
to help along the way
Following those who
follow me
trying to welcome
the new
Sending my suggestions
possible corrections
via private mail
just in case I am wrong
But in the end
just be a poetic friend
for we all only want
to let our souls whisper
to practice each day
I traipse around
in the deep underground
Reading as much as I can
from those I follow
leaving little likes and comments
to help along the way
Following those who
follow me
trying to welcome
the new
Sending my suggestions
possible corrections
via private mail
just in case I am wrong
But in the end
just be a poetic friend
for we all only want
to let our souls whisper
#reading
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Just Reading You
I see your words
hold your words
here before me
whisper them delicately
Relish each sound
each new feeling found
as I trace your lines
penned just for me
Finally able to see
what I still can only imagine
only long for
always waiting more
Do you sense it
sense me
wishing to be free
of this silly hesitation
Embrace consummation
in every single way
forever know the day
beyond... just reading you
hold your words
here before me
whisper them delicately
Relish each sound
each new feeling found
as I trace your lines
penned just for me
Finally able to see
what I still can only imagine
only long for
always waiting more
Do you sense it
sense me
wishing to be free
of this silly hesitation
Embrace consummation
in every single way
forever know the day
beyond... just reading you
#love
#confessional
#FallingInLove
#crush
#reading
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Histamine
Histamine whispers flood the night.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
#hurt
#illness
#reading
#silence
#WritingPoetry
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