Poems about Reading
#reading
Poems about reading, here you'll find poetry about reading books and other literature. Poems about reading as a hobby, learning from books and taking inspiration from other writers. Poetry about reading; feeding our imagination from the written word.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 00:20am
18th Jan 2025 00:20am
positively mediaeval
Ronald Welch and Henry Treece
wrote historical novels for children in
the 1950’s which were brilliant. I was nine
or ten in the 60’s when I read them
again and again, since historical
novels can only profit by not being
up to date of course, but I’m not sure
if the same can be said of myself ..
wrote historical novels for children in
the 1950’s which were brilliant. I was nine
or ten in the 60’s when I read them
again and again, since historical
novels can only profit by not being
up to date of course, but I’m not sure
if the same can be said of myself ..
#reading
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Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
Ethereal
Ethereal
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
#art
#meditation
#mirror
#NewYear
#reading
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:36pm
library
the books
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
#books
#freedom
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:09am
29th Nov 2024 1:09am
I was reading at the time
did you see the news?
no.
bad.
do you mean it was bad that I didn’t see it
or that it was simply bad news?
dunno,
I’m confused. ..
no.
bad.
do you mean it was bad that I didn’t see it
or that it was simply bad news?
dunno,
I’m confused. ..
#reading
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 1:08pm
11th Nov 2024 1:08pm
an Ode to Social Media
The viral virus we've cast and caught,
A net of likes and brain-dead thought
For every child and grown soul, too,
Is drawn into the cellphone's social view.
They scroll and swipe, they tap and stare,
Consumed by screens that trap and snare.
In homes and parks, on cornered streets,
They bow to feeds and trending tweets.
Through each Facebook, X, Twit and share,
They’re Snapchat an Tinders filters unaware.
Just last week, in passing by,
I saw someone's numb dull, vacant eye.
They chase the numbers“likes” and fame
Each...
A net of likes and brain-dead thought
For every child and grown soul, too,
Is drawn into the cellphone's social view.
They scroll and swipe, they tap and stare,
Consumed by screens that trap and snare.
In homes and parks, on cornered streets,
They bow to feeds and trending tweets.
Through each Facebook, X, Twit and share,
They’re Snapchat an Tinders filters unaware.
Just last week, in passing by,
I saw someone's numb dull, vacant eye.
They chase the numbers“likes” and fame
Each...
#books
#motivational
#reading #technology
#reading #technology
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
7th Nov 2024 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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mike_will
Mike Will
Mike Will
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 8:28pm
6th Nov 2024 8:28pm
Birthday
To be or not to be
A day to celebrate me
If you were mine it could be we
Promote my book to the tee
A personal story you see
Drama, tragedy and trauma is key
Yet good moments litter this work of art like the sea
In the book I spill some tea
What matters is to what degree
My mind must be free
So buying my book is key
Assured you will laugh just agree
So Its a guarantee
Get a grasp of my reality
My number is +254727569775 I plea
This book is yours to keep.
Sale! Sale! Sale! Right here
A day to celebrate me
If you were mine it could be we
Promote my book to the tee
A personal story you see
Drama, tragedy and trauma is key
Yet good moments litter this work of art like the sea
In the book I spill some tea
What matters is to what degree
My mind must be free
So buying my book is key
Assured you will laugh just agree
So Its a guarantee
Get a grasp of my reality
My number is +254727569775 I plea
This book is yours to keep.
Sale! Sale! Sale! Right here
#books
#passion
#reading
108 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 11:36pm
5th Nov 2024 11:36pm
greater concentration is needed
I don’t enjoy long poems
whereas I can read a novel
of five hundred pages or
so long as they stick to the plot
but a poem requires
greater concentration from the reader
and the poem and the writer
could have cut quite a lot
whereas I can read a novel
of five hundred pages or
so long as they stick to the plot
but a poem requires
greater concentration from the reader
and the poem and the writer
could have cut quite a lot
#reading
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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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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 00:25am
14th Oct 2024 00:25am
a quick look at the bloke
read somewhere that alexander
pope was one of the most quoted in the
book of most quoted quotations;
but hardly anyone today can be arsed
to read his poems, and yet everybody today
loves a bloody good quote
pope was one of the most quoted in the
book of most quoted quotations;
but hardly anyone today can be arsed
to read his poems, and yet everybody today
loves a bloody good quote
#historical
#reading
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oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 12:55pm
12th Oct 2024 12:55pm
Drag Thoughts
Drag thoughts
Thoughts drag
Drag story time
Reading books
Drag thoughtful
Pleasure in human flesh
Thoughtful drag
Lifts up my spirits
Just want to exist
In this hateful place
Not putting upon
What makes me be alive
Thoughts in drag
Reasoned and respectful
Why can’t they be one of us
When they give so much love
Not asking for anything special
Just to be realized as human
And not a freak of nature
The only thing they groom
Is...
Thoughts drag
Drag story time
Reading books
Drag thoughtful
Pleasure in human flesh
Thoughtful drag
Lifts up my spirits
Just want to exist
In this hateful place
Not putting upon
What makes me be alive
Thoughts in drag
Reasoned and respectful
Why can’t they be one of us
When they give so much love
Not asking for anything special
Just to be realized as human
And not a freak of nature
The only thing they groom
Is...
#identity
#LGBT
#love
#misunderstood
#reading
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