Poems About Reading by Top Critiquers
#reading
Give me something to look forward to
namely, Poetry
reverence and romance it;
take your time—
it’s not a magazine of bullets
diving from an AK-47;
or, a lonely one-nightly-stand
worthy of flippant responses
More importantly
wash its face—
comb its hair, brush its teeth
dress it appropriately;
don’t serve it half-baked—
give me poetry
worthy of reading
~
reverence and romance it;
take your time—
it’s not a magazine of bullets
diving from an AK-47;
or, a lonely one-nightly-stand
worthy of flippant responses
More importantly
wash its face—
comb its hair, brush its teeth
dress it appropriately;
don’t serve it half-baked—
give me poetry
worthy of reading
~
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading #art
#reading #art
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Printed Matter
Wading through 6 months of New Yorker Mags
Awhile back I said I would read them
Of course I kept looking at the pile
Not reading just seeing the pile grow higher
I’m reading them now
2 to 3 articles per issue
The writing is good
The articles are long
There’s something beautifully old school
The physical object
Gives me pleasure, almost cosmic
Words with weight waiting in silence
Awhile back I said I would read them
Of course I kept looking at the pile
Not reading just seeing the pile grow higher
I’m reading them now
2 to 3 articles per issue
The writing is good
The articles are long
There’s something beautifully old school
The physical object
Gives me pleasure, almost cosmic
Words with weight waiting in silence
#reading
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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
678 reads
4 Comments
Cool Swimming Pool
Tingles on my heart and skin
Wondering if I should jump in
Where I skim my toes
Checking the temperature
My Cool Swimming Pool
Filled with sharks and ink
Primed for a leap into magic
From the high dive
For a few moments to feel alive
Where I get lost for a while
Seduced by your words
And sharp teeth beneath
I take the plunge
Feeling you stalk and circle
Slipping around my legs
Pulling on my yellow bikini strings
With your shark teeth
Carful not to scar or...
Wondering if I should jump in
Where I skim my toes
Checking the temperature
My Cool Swimming Pool
Filled with sharks and ink
Primed for a leap into magic
From the high dive
For a few moments to feel alive
Where I get lost for a while
Seduced by your words
And sharp teeth beneath
I take the plunge
Feeling you stalk and circle
Slipping around my legs
Pulling on my yellow bikini strings
With your shark teeth
Carful not to scar or...
#magic
#reading
566 reads
26 Comments
Your Poem made me Cry
the blood from your broken heart
ink to the poem of lost love
your heartache tattooed in verses
sent dusts into my eyes
lost in time etched in memories
of a love that once embraced
your spirit, your soul, your mortality
only for him to leave
before you kissed the dawn
My tears fell for your pain
for your memories that ended
with a rose on a grave stone
and you stepping back alone
you are strong, indeed stronger
the pain like a forge to your spirit
screaming and crying to God
"Why did you...
ink to the poem of lost love
your heartache tattooed in verses
sent dusts into my eyes
lost in time etched in memories
of a love that once embraced
your spirit, your soul, your mortality
only for him to leave
before you kissed the dawn
My tears fell for your pain
for your memories that ended
with a rose on a grave stone
and you stepping back alone
you are strong, indeed stronger
the pain like a forge to your spirit
screaming and crying to God
"Why did you...
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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How Poetry ate my day.
It started with just a few breadcrumbs
Tasty morsels that led me tentatively out the door
just a little farther….
looking back nervously at my Task List
Just one more taste
and then I’ll go back
He pulled up all smiles and sweetness
saying here’s a Special Something I just know you’ll like...
But – All the Things – what about the Things I’m supposed to do?
I’ll serve you just what you need to get started, he said
I’ll have you back in a jiffy, he said
and with a glance over my shoulder at Responsibility
I said Ok,...
Tasty morsels that led me tentatively out the door
just a little farther….
looking back nervously at my Task List
Just one more taste
and then I’ll go back
He pulled up all smiles and sweetness
saying here’s a Special Something I just know you’ll like...
But – All the Things – what about the Things I’m supposed to do?
I’ll serve you just what you need to get started, he said
I’ll have you back in a jiffy, he said
and with a glance over my shoulder at Responsibility
I said Ok,...
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
#reading
480 reads
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Why I read
Some of my most valuable experiences
were other people's.
were other people's.
#reading
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Idibera
Dawns the Autumn.
A Poem opens itself.
Some wings spread.
Flowers blooming
everywhere.
Eyes wide close.
Eyes of wide read.
Open, doors, letters.
Secret Diaries revealed.
Scars still beating.
Signs, gods, runes.
Above the waters
arrises the mist.
Days and waves
keep on building
its Cathedrals.
Sleeps
in my hand
a non-important
poem
an unknown name
carved in a stone.
Idibera is a name
for the thunderbolt
for the woman that rides
the...
A Poem opens itself.
Some wings spread.
Flowers blooming
everywhere.
Eyes wide close.
Eyes of wide read.
Open, doors, letters.
Secret Diaries revealed.
Scars still beating.
Signs, gods, runes.
Above the waters
arrises the mist.
Days and waves
keep on building
its Cathedrals.
Sleeps
in my hand
a non-important
poem
an unknown name
carved in a stone.
Idibera is a name
for the thunderbolt
for the woman that rides
the...
#storm
#narrative
#mythology
#tradition
#reading
244 reads
2 Comments
Venti Dark Roast
A video I made for LilDragonFly's latest publication: Venti Dark Roast.
#books
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
714 reads
4 Comments
CenterFold Fantasy
Dear SKC5
May I fold you
And kiss your center?
Stir up your cream
And softly enter
With my tongue lick your Tootsie Pop
May I
Lavish your clit
with Worship non-stop?
Twist your legs
And clasp your knees
May I savor the nectar
Untasted by bees?
Pin your feet
Beside my face
Drink your full flow
No drops will waste
May I fold you
And kiss your center?
Stir up your cream
And softly enter
With my tongue lick your Tootsie Pop
May I
Lavish your clit
with Worship non-stop?
Twist your legs
And clasp your knees
May I savor the nectar
Untasted by bees?
Pin your feet
Beside my face
Drink your full flow
No drops will waste
#lust
#dreams
#sensual #reading
#sensual #reading
527 reads
4 Comments
one likes to come across odd books and stuff
serendipity in a second hand bookshop is less of a thing than
it was, because of the internet I
guess unexpectedly coming
across a second hand bookshop
is serendipitous enough
it was, because of the internet I
guess unexpectedly coming
across a second hand bookshop
is serendipitous enough
#reading
70 reads
7 Comments
Relating to Genius
I haven’t felt closer to great poets
than when I heard that Dylan Thomas
liked to eat sweets and consume detective stories
in the bath. To where his wife would hide
the books in hope that he’d sit down to work instead.
I may never write an Under Milk Wood,
but I’ll be reading classic crime
with dolly mix until I’m dead.
than when I heard that Dylan Thomas
liked to eat sweets and consume detective stories
in the bath. To where his wife would hide
the books in hope that he’d sit down to work instead.
I may never write an Under Milk Wood,
but I’ll be reading classic crime
with dolly mix until I’m dead.
#reading
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5 Comments
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