Book Poems - Poems about Book

I gifted my nephew a book. He’s going to admire the colors and the happy faces inside while the words are read to him by someone more senior. He will point out the pumpkins, the kittens, the rainbows and...Read the rest...

To give a book away To someone t’me is rage, It’s like giving away My daughter in marriage. If I visit that man And find my book tattered, It’d get my heart shattered. Oh, what terrible dread To find, she...Read the rest...

Dorothy was a major character throughout this refreshing novel. The next in the series sees Dorothy as a chapter. Is Dorothy there within the succeeding book? Yes, there she is. She’s a chapter’s section, and often called Dot. So beautiful is Dorothy,...Read the rest...

Wrapped in fluffy fat rust colored blanket, staying cozy warm inside Peering at fluffy tailed chasing squirrels who have nothing to hide I open my mystery novel to a favorite chapter that tells quite the tale My cozy...Read the rest...

Black ink, a river, flows across the page, Carrying echoes of past lessons. Children's faces, quiet focus, Hold a slate, a canvas of shared knowing. Open books, fallen blossoms, A silent library of learning waits to be discovered. Light, a fleeting moth,...Read the rest...

Hashish smoke trails her along a dusky corridor Aka the hall of fires where mirage chimeras unleash Encumbered with hands splayed her crystal ball lumens wires ghostly apparitions mnemonic attachments What mystery ensues a phantasmagoria of horror nudging the demonic Sitters drenched in...Read the rest...

yeah, i went in and i picked up a novel and took it to the counter she said, "oooh, i do like this one. so heartbreaking and inescapable. it's about being dislocated from friends and numbing routine and...Read the rest...

In between a wand and a warded space lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace; Fee fried foe thumbs, throw them in as the guitar strums; Picked over hair follicles and toenails, A few fast words followed...Read the rest...

If my life was a book It would be the scattered pages Left behind And I've tried picking them up And piecing them together But so much of the narrative Has been lost forever People I've known And people I've loved Stole pages when...Read the rest...

Belief simply addresses mind, which we may follow, if inclined but it offers us not the taste of rapture that does not abate, borne by beats of bliss magnetism, illuminating body prism. If we wish to realise God, we start by giving...Read the rest...

I'm looking like an old book, covered by the dust of oblivion. Through its yellow pages have left traces, all those who read it. As in my life, many people come. Some stayed long, others in passing, In...Read the rest...

I may have been too easy a catch for some of the men. I'm an open book they tend to never read to the end. I give and give until I find my heart is in need...Read the rest...

A world of words, a boundless space, Lies open wide, with gentle grace. Within its pages, stories unfold, Of dreams and journeys, yet untold. A girl approaches, eyes alight, To quench her thirst, for knowledge bright. The open book, a magic...Read the rest...

Wisdom penned on parchment white, Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide, Quenches a voracious appetite, Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride. Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land, Hollowness...Read the rest...

a book of etiquette for my new pet though given with love made her...Read the rest...