Long Poems About Reading
#reading
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
84 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Jun 2023 7:29am
7th Jun 2023 7:29am
Apologia Miscellanea
#love
#romantic
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading
144 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
119 reads
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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
261 reads
6 Comments
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
151 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Sep 2022 2:29am
4th Sep 2022 2:29am
The Mania Explainia (A Modest Sonnet Cycle)
Sonnets? But why? Are they not a bore?
Did they not die out with the cavaliers
Or fade away in rune font times of yore?
Nay! They are here and cheer the eyes and ears!
Undisciplined verse lacks clever timing
Its untutored beat is ever a shame
But sonneteers with glorious rhyming
Jot glamourous thought for immortal fame!
When formless poems seem so poorly wrought
Sonnets gracefully tell their tales
And will not leave the reader so bestraught
Like those all too common free verse fails.
Melancholy denizens…rejoice!
Your night is...
Did they not die out with the cavaliers
Or fade away in rune font times of yore?
Nay! They are here and cheer the eyes and ears!
Undisciplined verse lacks clever timing
Its untutored beat is ever a shame
But sonneteers with glorious rhyming
Jot glamourous thought for immortal fame!
When formless poems seem so poorly wrought
Sonnets gracefully tell their tales
And will not leave the reader so bestraught
Like those all too common free verse fails.
Melancholy denizens…rejoice!
Your night is...
#CallToAction
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
187 reads
9 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
4th Jun 2022 1:39am
4th Jun 2022 1:39am
RUNAWAY TRAIN (3-25-2000, 3:00-4:00am, Galveston Island, Texas)
another long day
left me extra
tired tonight
now three a m
with sleep so far
still
nowhere in sight
to be found
despite the fact
my runaway mind
is still on track
but its rushing wheels
are not yet
slowing down
for its worn out
brakes
showed signs
of failing
nearly two hours
back ago
when the conductor
first lost
all mechanical
and...
left me extra
tired tonight
now three a m
with sleep so far
still
nowhere in sight
to be found
despite the fact
my runaway mind
is still on track
but its rushing wheels
are not yet
slowing down
for its worn out
brakes
showed signs
of failing
nearly two hours
back ago
when the conductor
first lost
all mechanical
and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 3:45am
2nd Jun 2022 3:45am
NEW BORN SUN BEAM SONGS (June 1st, 2022, 5:30am, Palm Springs, California)
sweet
flinging flaming
fiery tongues
of cosmic
sun beam songs
unheard
unsung
by all ears here
except
my own
yet felt as well
vibrationally singing
throughout
my skin
my blood and bones
into my hands
sweet
three digited
finger hold
around onto
and on throughout
this manic pens
quietly channelled
free release
of mystically rooted
flowing inks ...
flinging flaming
fiery tongues
of cosmic
sun beam songs
unheard
unsung
by all ears here
except
my own
yet felt as well
vibrationally singing
throughout
my skin
my blood and bones
into my hands
sweet
three digited
finger hold
around onto
and on throughout
this manic pens
quietly channelled
free release
of mystically rooted
flowing inks ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#reading
240 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 8:57pm
29th Apr 2022 8:57pm
A Toxic Woman
Tom laughed at the phrase "sexual deviation." Where was the sex? Where was the deviation? He looked at Freddie and said low and bitterly: "Freddie Miles, you're a victim of your own dirty mind.”
- Patricia Highsmith, The Talented Mr. Ripley
I first fell in love with a toxic woman
when I was fifteen years old
and in the "crime" section of my local library.
her name was Patricia,
her name on the spine of a book
called This Sweet Sickness,
about a clever scientist
who's stupidly in love
with a woman from his youth,
so much...
- Patricia Highsmith, The Talented Mr. Ripley
I first fell in love with a toxic woman
when I was fifteen years old
and in the "crime" section of my local library.
her name was Patricia,
her name on the spine of a book
called This Sweet Sickness,
about a clever scientist
who's stupidly in love
with a woman from his youth,
so much...
#reading
368 reads
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 9:19am
29th Apr 2022 9:19am
A Youngster Asked For Poetry Advice
put pen to paper
strip the ego
breathe
intended words
slipping emotions
with devotion
writing
is a personal moment
time for self reflection
to gift your voice
of reason
if you do it often enough
the air in your lungs
exhale "lines"
while blood is pumping
metaphors
you'll find yourself
personifying doors
editing
is like the sun ...
strip the ego
breathe
intended words
slipping emotions
with devotion
writing
is a personal moment
time for self reflection
to gift your voice
of reason
if you do it often enough
the air in your lungs
exhale "lines"
while blood is pumping
metaphors
you'll find yourself
personifying doors
editing
is like the sun ...
#motivational
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
372 reads
12 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 00:00am
9th Sep 2021 00:00am
ASCENDED AWAKENINGS INEVITABLE RETURN (1:30pm, 3-12-2011, at KOFFI, Palm Springs, California)
once more
here i sit
alone
outside
downtown
again
at this popular
beautifully scenic
coffee shops
outdoor courtyard
on yet another
near perfect
sunny weather
warm winter
desert day
shirt off
my back
writing tablet
in my lap
open pen
in hand
waiting
in silence
patiently waiting
trusting
for something new
not yet come
to come
here...
here i sit
alone
outside
downtown
again
at this popular
beautifully scenic
coffee shops
outdoor courtyard
on yet another
near perfect
sunny weather
warm winter
desert day
shirt off
my back
writing tablet
in my lap
open pen
in hand
waiting
in silence
patiently waiting
trusting
for something new
not yet come
to come
here...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
286 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
13th Jul 2021 7:28am
13th Jul 2021 7:28am
"Rhythm" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/1/2021
Now When It Comes ...
To Poetry That I’ve Written ...
It’s Written With A Rhythm ...
That Deals In Exorcisms ...
That Expose REALISM ... !!!
NOT Just Within My Thinking ...
But About Things In Our Vision ...
A Talent That’s God Given ... !!!
So Remember Folks ...
My Verse Is Meant ...
To Be Expressed ...
In Ways That Flow ...
So When You Read ...
Read It ... RHYTHMICALLY ... !!!
Because Then You’ll See ...
How ... MELLIFLUOUSLY ...
It Flows RHYTHMICALLY ...
And...
To Poetry That I’ve Written ...
It’s Written With A Rhythm ...
That Deals In Exorcisms ...
That Expose REALISM ... !!!
NOT Just Within My Thinking ...
But About Things In Our Vision ...
A Talent That’s God Given ... !!!
So Remember Folks ...
My Verse Is Meant ...
To Be Expressed ...
In Ways That Flow ...
So When You Read ...
Read It ... RHYTHMICALLY ... !!!
Because Then You’ll See ...
How ... MELLIFLUOUSLY ...
It Flows RHYTHMICALLY ...
And...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#reading
231 reads
4 Comments
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