Best Bookworm Poems

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...

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I'm the ultimate
bookworm
my mother, God Bless her,
taught me the joy
of reading
of writing
of using thought
for something
a  little more meaningful
than cars, popularity
money or fame
in books
your mind...

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

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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...

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Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama...

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nobody sees you the way I do
in your wheelchair
with your unopenable arms
where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape

my brother
alpha male
of demon strut clashes
in our...

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Her glasses perched on her nose, my old friend
the Bookworm proprietor, welcomed me smiling,
and then murmured. quietly.."behave yourself" 
knowing I would  end up ...

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(Inspired by the ‘Harry Potter’ series by J.K. Rowling)

“Good morning, Hermione Granger! 
I’m surprised to see you here. 
I figured you’d be at Hogwarts
Or grabbing...

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My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic...

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Cuddling close, near bedside table
a blanket wrapped, cold rainy night. 
Mind thrums journey, a book on navel,
playground of words, feelings delight.

As vermicules squirm, sculpted souls...

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Being who I am
			It appears that I am ...


A thinker cogito ergo sum
        A Feeler therefore I am...

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The Whittlers

The stately county courthouse was their usual meeting place,
a columned Greek Revival, and a lovely public space.
They sat upon their benches under lofty pecan...

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I may not be Perfect but I have one of the purest Heart of Gold, I carry my Heart on my sleeve and like this...

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I Don't Want to Live This Life

(Change of pace equals review of book
long out of circulation,
but eyes experience immediate hook
so perhaps...take a look
and best locate...

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Bookworm, loser, geek and nerd
Words that I have always heard
Young years turning into old
Hurtfulness that leaves me cold
Getting picked on-- always beaten
My happiness was lost...

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