Best Library Poems

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but four years of age
Birthdays were such magical moments
The cake was filled with candles
The balloons still in their package twelve on...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks.
Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump.
Flaps flapping, bright colors peek
"Brown Bear, Brown Bear," what do you...

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Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker.

To these shelves, haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
my...

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In the library, at last I am freed
from others’ wishes for what I should read.
Book after book I most gladly peruse
with all these free hours I now get to use
finding books that I love; not just books that I need!

The books about science which teachers...

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Whenever I walk inside I feel at home;
enraptured, from shelf to shelf I roam
till a book catches my eye
as I flitter by
smell sends me
high
rapidly
while senses comply
inner needs to satisfy,
like a bee that sips a honeycomb...
whenever I walk inside I feel at home. 

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My neck crooked backward,
I stand between the stacks
feeling the weight of centuries, 
the distilled wisdom of minds
who graced the earth with golden words,
words that pace the pages -
vellum, parchment, fine and common papers;
words, cordoned in lines, confined,
yet powerful tools to set one free, 
a roamer...

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I scanned the shelves to pick a book
That seemed to be appealing,
From those adjacent to my shoes
To those up near the ceiling.

Selecting some that might work out,
I skimmed the first few pages,
For mostly I can tell by then
A story that engages.

A half an hour passed...

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Lingering among the stacks
Interval of serenity, a luxury to
Borrow a world, then bring it back
Riches of printed page, once few
Are carried throughout the community
Requiring only a card to belong
Young and old both given opportunity

Lending literacy to growing minds, strong
Out of many streets, they share the...

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It is many years since I visited you and Grand mama
The second I walked through the library door
Memories of my childhood came flooding back to me 
I remember climbing up on the polished library steps
You stood behind me to make sure I didn’t fall 
One...

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She stands tall by the light of the window’
her soft lady hands holding her treasure.
A favourite book from the vast library.
Her eyes following each written word
as she lives the story within, 
pausing only to rest her tired eyes.

Why does she stand, why not sit and...

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9 KISSES IN THE LIBRARY

        First kiss meandered through Sci Fi by the purple 
        wall. The tender second kiss arrived around the bend.
       ...

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With her back to the world
Reality begins to fade
Eyes wide like a small girl
She slips into fantasy unafraid
Without the chattering of others
She listens to voices in every page
She's amazed as her heart flutters
Setting her up with each new stage
Yet I wonder where she is
In that...

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In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books
Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks 
Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and mice
Genres untouched for decades, fiction, cookbooks, self-help and advice

I decided to try to...

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As she entered the building she uttered not a word
 Sounds from the outside could no longer be heard
 In this quaint structure were books of every shape and size
 Some held mysteries, while others held surprises

 The library was where she found her inner...

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My pen pal and I both had a passion for poetry books
The city library was thought of. We met in her nooks.
Shush! Shush! We heard from a librarian, truly staid.
With face of a rooster, we knew she was an old maid.

Two pen pals forever, we...

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