Notebook Poems - Poems about Notebook

I still see my mother sitting at the kitchen table copying out her favorite recipes from the Women’s Weekly magazine. With pen in hand, she’d carefully write the recipe, word for word in her notebook. There are hundreds that she collected over the decades. That notebook, with its dog-eared pages, crusty stains and side notes, is now in my hands. The thing is, I don’t cook— my other...

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An early wintry storm hit late last night on this date, September 11th, 2035. There was strangeness in the air like a stale aftermath of partying. Frigid. Strange that people still celebrate Freedom Day like it happened yesterday. But none of that stopped the lowly publicized auctioning off of what surprised everyone, to...

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Dogs have gone on a romp This would be okay if I trusted them I know better In seconds they are back They have gone nowhere Curious to see what I am doing Beau licks my notebook Never a good sign I angle it away from his prying tongue He has eaten nineteen notebooks already...

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Notebook When I shake or stir my little notebook I use for updating my room ideas in she repeats the word afresh for one hour; too she becomes more determined to become a pastry chef; too she craves to board any ship at sea, but only for two weeks since she knows how important her job is. Too...

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It's here I dump my thoughtful odes The words unchecked As brain downloads This snow white Electric paper faux Is where my heart-felt Ravings go I tap, delete I type and scroll Construct a rhyme Pithy and droll The black on ivory Stark and crude To deeper feelings Will allude So as this self Effacing track Develops with it's Clicky clack I meditate On all before Invite them in As if by door To life and love To hope...

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And try to look at the same Page, Several times, Several times, Reading the same lines again. Even though my eyes might get blurry, Even though my eyes might get distracted, Even though my eyes might fall close, Even though my eyes might tremble, Even though my eyes might be dry, Even though my eyes might be full od tears, Even though my eyes...

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MY NOTEBOOK I have a vehicle That carries all My plannings My happenings That has all my Funny secrets.. That has my Happiness and sadness ...

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He drew her ear to their story, wishing to rouse her memory. He looked at her as he read her notebook, trying to change her puzzled look. He chanted her name every morning, hoping that it could make a ring on festive night when they first met, her cosmic charm stole his breath. At times they...

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Before I had a loose leaf And no spirals were around, A composition notebook Would on classroom desks be found. With their classic black-white covers In a marbled-type design, They were owned by every student Who would fill in every line. Now, of course, they’re kind of retro And they come in every hue So the covers have these swirls of white With red or...

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Notebook Blank pages ruffle in the wind I don’t know what I’m writing, I just know I must begin. Every word is written down, who cares what It says I take the opportunity to clear my crowded head. Happy or sad, I release all my thoughts Jotting down everything I’ve ever been taught. Good or bad it has to be said Whether it...

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Not too many folks today use notebooks, I suppose. Older folks like me would use them all the time To take notes or do homework in. Essays too I’d compose. Even for journaling, I’d buy cute ones from the five and dime. But today I generally use Only a few of them; like one for organizing lists; One for poetry!...

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My life so pleasant at times others, toil in life's turmoil, lines in a notebook in hand. Hidden words wash over me free flowing with emotion reigning ideas, digging in deep in my inner soul. Retrieving an e l e g y writing for the losses gone. Those exact right freedom words expressing feeling in lines, an artist, but with ...

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I found a notebook in blowing trash left by an elder moving away. Did she not want to keep it, I asked Won't fit, one room, is all she would say. She was bidding farewell to her home of sixty-five years: she was too old to live among ghosts she said would roam I saved book to see what would unfold. Opening the...

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Notebook, my dearest old friend from the past, I know you feel abandoned and disgraced; Times drastically changed and progressed fast, I traded crafted notes for databased. Convenient and prompt, with click and scroll, Personal handwriting now obsolete. I am ashamed to tell you -“select all”, Then paste and writing mission is complete. Do you remember calligraphic pain...

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I made a mistake; thinking ahead, I usually stay between the lines, Loving what I have, rather than being led, Avoiding all confusion and signs, But now I have an abandoned notebook in my hand, No lines written, only regret in command. I made a mistake; being attached too fast; Now I'm left with sleepless nights, And a heart tattered in cast, My...

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