Best Nook Poems

Oh, give me a nook and a storybook
there at my mother’s knee.
Or tucked in bed, a pillow at my head
as father reads to me.

To hear nursery rhymes - wonderful times
when Mother used my name
inside a rhyme. Oh, for childhood sublime!
Old age is not the same!

Of...

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While resting in my nook, breaths grip
As lampshade marks edges of leaves;
That  I wander into the scene
On pages afloat, a tale weaves .
Listening to my restless sighs,
The hero wins a maiden fair
Under the  rim of  jeweled clouds…
Yet  one dark villain lurks,...

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What I wouldn't give most days
to run from the world and just hide
in a corner nook, with a storybook.
I'd immerse myself and time I'd bide

A foreign land, a new romance.
Swept away by the written page.
Where love is forever, happiness reigns
and every heroine's passions rage.

Life can...

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A nook in the corner, off to the right..
A haven, housing a hundred homes.
To there, where wakened dreams do hide, 
My wandering mind so often roams.

We read to know we’re not alone.
I’m grateful that I've found this nook -
A home, where wakened dreams do hide.
There...

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What would I give for a book and a nook
I'd forfeit some cash from my pocketbook
Surrender my coat to a hanging wall hook
Then give it a look , as long as it took

I'd roll back the stone, crawl into a cave
Find Ol' Tom Sawyer, take...

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A break at last, sweet solitude
   to now find comfort in my nook
      that's bright and cozy, quiet too;
just me and a great storybook.

A cozy corner left alone
   in my soft chair and window view
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A Nook And A Story Book Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

There was a day last week that I felt alone and sad,
   I carried days of grief and would pray for sweet dreams,
     I held onto a glimmer of hope when...

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In the attic of my childhood home was a nook,
      And there was a lovely window where sun poured in;
I just loved to hideout there all the afternoon,
            There...

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Sanctuary of literary sound
where minds meander to get lost and found -
when lost, discover thresholds, not yet crossed,
or find the path you thought you may have lost.


March 9, 2021...

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Hello! My name is Bastian. Join me, please.
		I'm a beleaguered youngster in a book,
		The NeverEnding Story. Read with me
		here in my cozy little attic nook.

		I love it here. It's quiet; I can think
		about my mom, who died. I miss her so.
		Here I escape the bullies...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's heartbreak, sad and tragic
   books at Fahrenheit 451
...

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Words spring out from under the cover 
Lets delve together into a world 
A place of magic like no other 
Where imaginations are unfurled 

A tale of fantasy and fun 
Where bubblegum trees touch the sky 
Animals talk when out in the sun 
And purple...

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A Nook and a Storybook


What would I give for a nook and a book
to cuddle and snuggle and longingly look
the pages unfolding as I listened to
the comforting song of a fast flowing brook.

Oh, if it had pictures, a faraway place,
mysterious villains, a dark alley chase
I’d...

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The book and nook go hand in glove
and hold my hope inside. 
The pages turn to fervent love 
my corner can’t confine.

I won’t suppose a wealthy sir
can love a Jane like me.  
And while my soul screams “Rochester”
I have no urge to eat.

This man...

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Every morning I rise grateful to be alive
  and in my movements from sleep to waking
each step is blessed by the newest day God might provide,
 and I embrace another chance, never oblivious of it's making.

With coffee in hand, I wander through the garden
...

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