Best Bookcase Poems

In the sitting room by the wall stands
Great Grandfather's pride and joy
The glass fronted mahogany bookcase
Scratched and worn, but still majestic
Housing beautiful old books
The choices...

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Almost everyday
In the cool shade of poetry
I would approach the old tree
That in a lively blossom 
Some of which, deep red and blue
Would cast shadow...

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He kept a small room
he wasn’t in it very often
but it was there and he knew it
it was safe

for though life had opened roads
that needed...

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My living room would be an ordinary place
		if not for angel figures by the door
		that grace the top two shelves of my ornate bookcase.
		The room...

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BUTCHER PETE

In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.

RADIOACTIVE  SCUM

The Russian...

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so last night I was just sittin there, right?
and outta nowhere this huge, like, 
demonic-millipede devil-thing
was right there on my computer desk, like wriggling towards...

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It’s surrealistic in what I see
In the most unlikely places, in fact.
Especially when unexpectedly
They appear before wearily eyes, abstract.
Was eating my usual cereal: 
Shredded wheat...

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At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.

I...

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                    I keep them all in...

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It was the summer of my 16th year. Mother encouraged me to spend part of my summer vacation with Granddad, a self-professed stoic. I reluctantly...

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Here on my bookcase:
Realms of sacred space.


Trace of stillness here:
Touch of lovely spheres.


Wonder meets fine grace:
Brilliance floods my face.


Works of lively zest:
Books bring profound quest.


Words...

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Earth is but a tiny speck of color, spinning round and round
orbiting the sun in the ebon universe without making a sound.
Come and lay beside...

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I sit on a chair
The chair is by the table
The table is against the wall
On the wall is a clock
The clock goes tic toc
As surely...

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The Martyr Girl
Arabic Poem by: Jasem Al-Khafaji*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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In your absence,
Dreariness, in every class, 
Has been the prayer of the break..
Every teacher...

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