Poems About Reading Published by Members Recently Online
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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
55 reads
1 Comment
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
55 reads
1 Comment
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
55 reads
1 Comment
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
55 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 10:06pm
16th Jan 2020 10:06pm
Soleils couchants
I heard this poem in a foreign tongue,
And instantly fell in love with the sound,
I memorized the verse like it was a song,
Proud of the ability I had found.
I struggle with the pronunciation,
My homely diction may not be the best,
Yet the poem gives me a fascination,
Because I like to recite it to myself.
I began to discover other works and text,
And pursued more of this foreign tongue,
Now I’m fixated on these silhouettes,
Like an old romantic who is feeling young.
Maybe it’s because it’s all so picturesque, ...
And instantly fell in love with the sound,
I memorized the verse like it was a song,
Proud of the ability I had found.
I struggle with the pronunciation,
My homely diction may not be the best,
Yet the poem gives me a fascination,
Because I like to recite it to myself.
I began to discover other works and text,
And pursued more of this foreign tongue,
Now I’m fixated on these silhouettes,
Like an old romantic who is feeling young.
Maybe it’s because it’s all so picturesque, ...
#love
#WritingPoetry
#reading
749 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 10:06pm
16th Jan 2020 10:06pm
Soleils couchants
I heard this poem in a foreign tongue,
And instantly fell in love with the sound,
I memorized the verse like it was a song,
Proud of the ability I had found.
I struggle with the pronunciation,
My homely diction may not be the best,
Yet the poem gives me a fascination,
Because I like to recite it to myself.
I began to discover other works and text,
And pursued more of this foreign tongue,
Now I’m fixated on these silhouettes,
Like an old romantic who is feeling young.
Maybe it’s because it’s all so picturesque, ...
And instantly fell in love with the sound,
I memorized the verse like it was a song,
Proud of the ability I had found.
I struggle with the pronunciation,
My homely diction may not be the best,
Yet the poem gives me a fascination,
Because I like to recite it to myself.
I began to discover other works and text,
And pursued more of this foreign tongue,
Now I’m fixated on these silhouettes,
Like an old romantic who is feeling young.
Maybe it’s because it’s all so picturesque, ...
#love
#WritingPoetry
#reading
749 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 10:06pm
16th Jan 2020 10:06pm
Soleils couchants
I heard this poem in a foreign tongue,
And instantly fell in love with the sound,
I memorized the verse like it was a song,
Proud of the ability I had found.
I struggle with the pronunciation,
My homely diction may not be the best,
Yet the poem gives me a fascination,
Because I like to recite it to myself.
I began to discover other works and text,
And pursued more of this foreign tongue,
Now I’m fixated on these silhouettes,
Like an old romantic who is feeling young.
Maybe it’s because it’s all so picturesque, ...
And instantly fell in love with the sound,
I memorized the verse like it was a song,
Proud of the ability I had found.
I struggle with the pronunciation,
My homely diction may not be the best,
Yet the poem gives me a fascination,
Because I like to recite it to myself.
I began to discover other works and text,
And pursued more of this foreign tongue,
Now I’m fixated on these silhouettes,
Like an old romantic who is feeling young.
Maybe it’s because it’s all so picturesque, ...
#love
#WritingPoetry
#reading
749 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
42 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
42 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
42 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
42 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
42 reads
2 Comments
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