Bookworm Poems - Poems about Bookworm

Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell Whose court is talking about justice here? Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear The cruel punishment will never put them right, Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves The triumph of the law will not be glorified By their rants expanded...

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XXXX A bookworm me..believe myself to be artistic, reflective, compassionate, spiritual. Sister of Tamal, an artist and a poet...inspired by the talents of my brother. Love to vision three goals accepted by the world - women empowerment, justice for all, equal opportunities for children. I feel grateful, blissful, content with what I am born with. I do fear direct...

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It was a dark and stormy night, or so the story goes Another of those wondrous tales to keep us on our toes Like looking glass and wonderland, grim witches and their spells Peter Pan and his lost boys, the lovely Tinkerbell The days I’ve spent lost to the world, so snug inside a book The villains who are best...

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Silverfish you are well-named, Silver you have; and fish? Fake! I haven't read all these books, famed, Is it, hence, their ribs you break...? Maps many you neatly mold, With holes, in nooks, nicely knit; Throats of my poem books, old, Have you, dear, knowingly slit...?? 21 March 2023 A SIMPLE POETRY CONTEST Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John lawless Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked...

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Blue skies changed to scarlet Sunset fell beneath the starlet A pasture of stars, shimmering Following the moon’s glimmering Beautiful night, whispering light Kissing with laughter so bright It was heaven’s stillness, smiling Breathing joy and hope, beguiling As the caterpillar wandered, alone Oh, my, how his belly did groan He had eaten all the pretty flowers Before the skies filled with showers Soon turning such a...

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She sat in a corner and read and read, continued to read as she lay in bed; I guess she is clever - her brain won't rust (although she's surrounded by piles of dust!) just some silliness written 26th December for Sara's contest (about the reading option)...

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Today is the first day of school the summer too short at the pool school days are long this is so wrong I think going to school isn’t cool My father insists that I go though I argued loud with a No I squawk and squirm I’m no bookworm sure I know all there is to know Dad threatened to kick me...

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Virile bibliophile - Volumes, his vaunted prey - Vibrant and versatile. Voracious in a way, Vastly varied in style. Versed quite literary, Vermin literally. May 6, 2021...

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There was a pretty little girl, who loved to read all the time! books here, books there, books anywhere, books everywhere - ...

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She took that ring, that giant promise ring. We all saw it, stunned, really, she’s much too young. He saw her as the one, didn’t want to look around, But she did, she saw the get out clause, before A huge mistake. Now the field is open wide — College by her side, the bookworm set. 12/1/2019...

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Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon Shell yours truly share hook line and sinker, regarding how I nearly fell prey to off fish shill doom for umpteenth time? Ya haint got no choice... to late, cuz eyes already clicked bait, though don't worry be happy fate will find thee enjoying poetic tête-à-tête rhyming Hors d'oeuvres ain't no Shakespearean literary great expert, nonetheless might interest with...

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I am a little Bookworm I live inside a book I wriggle I writhe I make humans beings squirm For when they open up my book They don’t expect to see a worm How silly these homosapiens Do they not realize My...

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I have always loved to read since I was a young child I read Charlotte’s Web over and over, I was beguiled I would walk for miles to the town library every week And brought home books my parents didn’t like, sometimes freak When I was nine, I climbed a ten-foot built-in bookcase in our house My parents were sleeping...

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home again, jiggety-jog oh, how kindly my castle welcomes me! the pungent loves of earlier meals and my dear one's perfume Je Reviens and Acqua Di Gioia like manna for the sensual senses a weary man dripping from a weary day, but no more I leave my mundane muddle on the welcome mat for I know what awaits what's this - an unmade...

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When I was young, I took ballet or in the sun with friends I'd play. but once in school I learned to read, on stories I began to feed, especially when days were grey! Upon the bed or couch I lay for hours, and nobody could sway me from it! It became my need ...

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