Best Libraries Poems

(English Sonnet Rhyme in Iambic Tetrameter)

What tomes in lonely corners dwell
where undisturbed and rimmed with dust,
forgotten tales that once were held
and stained with tears and...

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It's OK
that you don't have much to say
Your words are kept on paper
For your eyes to savor
It doesn't matter that your best friends
Are Agatha Christie...

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I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller...

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IN HONOR OF THE MAN WHO STARTED IT ALL
My Friend John 

The Day (of the Quote Wars)

The Day was gray with wisps of smoke, like...

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I am the word of God 
A unique collection of 66 books
I was inspired by the Holy Spirit
As the fountain of God's knowledge

I am called...

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The Past

Our world is beautiful. 
It is old, and it is young. 
The difference between... 
immortality and humanity. 

Giants of enormous size, and strength,
titans mentioned,...

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The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight

Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to...

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I was an odd little girl.  At a very early age writing, and seeking out nature.  I
loved to wander libraries and art galleries,...

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Old Women

Old women are forgotten wombs
whose graceless bodies have fed
the word, then been sent
to sit in its shadow
not quite seen, not acknowledged,
not nurtured

They are more...

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Memories: 

Unique libraries of unsurpassed grandeur 

Safeguarding the precious volumes of the history

Of our life

That

Have, painstakingly, been written down with the use 

Of 

The ink...

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Sometimes when the calypso music explodes
Shards of memories glistening with my pain
My heart like a rhumba box sits silent again
Where slow surfs lap granite doors,...

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Sweet music is my true love's native tongue,
no other language so reveals her soul-
in rhythms, notes, and rests, her thoughts made whole;
for moments brief, her...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
           ...

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When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask

From her sepulchre she sent her calls
or was it from my darkest midnight walls.
Yet in those calls, mixed...

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Love comes in all
shapes and sizes – Thank God!
Myself having evolved in some
rather, undesirable directions...

But what is the same anymore?

Environmentalists say, not the sky!
Not the...

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