Library Poems - Poems about Library

In a library where time has paused to rest its heavy wings, two shadows float among the rows like phantoms lost in ink, where smoke rises like memories of a forgotten dream, two souls meet and burn like two stars in the endless night: Your coat carries the scent of absinthe and dreams that drift in melancholy, are you a...

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What is my ability, The Gift you've given me? Apparently it wasn't money. No matter what I tried to be, There was never enough to see, Pass the pile of bills in front of me. Constantly a place to be, Never enough time for me, Draining all my energy. In a pit of misery, A person I was trained to be, Now again my pockets empty. Nothing...

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A dedicated book worm, ever eager to explore/ Feeding knowledge as if I possess/ The wisdom of the Gods and more/ When I'm down, to a soul of darkness/ I descend, but Books lift me up/ Making me a rainbow's friend/ In the pages, I find solace/ On a crisp Summer night's breeze/ Better than any movie/ Where imaginations seize/ My mind escape, in boundless...

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There’s a universe in my library Where I often rest within, Beginning with cosmology Where the mystery of life begins... In space and time in books you’ll find On a shelf upon a wall, Near biology and chemistry Where molecules reign supreme and small. Compared to Homer, Sappho, Shakespear, Keats And Henry David Thoreau, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson And a...

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I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more He said he'd been retired since his wife had passed away His kids scattered across the land, it was hard to fill the day He spoke...

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With ten thousand places to go And it won't cost me a dime, Just to walk a block or so ... Takes a few minutes of my time And it won't cost me a dime To borrow one library book, Takes a few minutes of my time To browse around and look ... To borrow one library book Is to open up...

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I think of my memory as this vast and endless library within my mind. My library, just like yours, is unique unto itself… where once an experience becomes a memory… It finds its place upon the shelf. This library collects all my memories…every dream, every comedy…every tragedy… sometimes in prose…sometimes in rhyme… from the moment my eyes first open… until they close...

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The clock chimed twice, Habitually, I folded my scarlet marked sheets,? Adjusting my smeared diopter glasses as I glanced at the empty library beneath.? Empty, no surprise, since the earlier hours—? But to me, it was always just whispers and echoes that would later haunt. Alone, always.? I don’t mean to complain; I like the quiet, truly.? I pull out my sheets...

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the tsundoku trail beckons me, a promissory path of pleasures to be had, veiled in the haze of unexplored possibilities. i take my first steps into the secret museum, strolling into the forest of forgotten volumes, each one brimming of worlds yet unseen. my breast thrums with curiosity, echoing the eternal rhythm of the psuche: "what lies missing, these dogeared pages?" now that my...

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Hold my hand to teach me how to write Take me to the library. I need to shed light On a few words that I have never seen before Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door For my future. I want to learn. I'm eager to learn Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too Let's...

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My parent’s library Passed time, childhood age, memory, and feelings from my life I was sitting in front of the bookshelf. Always. Amazing collection I was twelve, hmm, life is an illusion. Dazzle life, hmm, but reality The fact of existence passed years, but the books followed my life Masterpieces of literature, my parents's collection gave me my life I followed...

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My heart is a library with books of pain, chapters of spring and chapters of rain, thousands of shelf and millions of book, all can explain how life actually look, Memorable stories with happy endings, some are fairytale and some are thundering, books filled with laugh and tears, revenge from haters and love for dears, But close to my heart is the poetry part, lots of poem and the poet I am, poetries of love poetries...

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Someone behind me is making noise His laughter has me very annoyed This is where security should be deployed This type of behavior we try to avoid Sometimes it’s the smell we capture Our noses send the message That’s somethings the matter Drugs and homelessness Are the main factors And the public just suffers The plague of bad actors What a terrible way to invade our...

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I read, like an open book All others can see the words written on my pages. I contain tales, read as secretive, A hushed whisper that only a handful have seen. But how many times has this book been checked out? A sea of white masks, deadpan through the years So cherished once, now faded, emotionless. Forgotten both to me, and I...

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In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day, The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales, Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed. Time's soft touch graced each spine and page, Among them, Dickens stood with solemn grace, Austen's wit lingered, untouched by age. Balzac's illusions, faded, not effaced, Eliot's Floss, its flow stilled in place, Whitman’s grass, in tranquil state embraced. Whitaker's knowledge, a...

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