Best My Book Poems
We come together with our lives and our secrets,
Two separate books
Waiting for each other to uncover
And discover what is inside.
My cover may not be glamorous or pretty,
But is holds much beauty deep within.
The story is not always happy but not so sad.
Each time a new page is read
A part of my life is unfolded.
If you become tired or bored reading this book,
You have the freedom to stop.
You do not have to turn another page.
But if you choose to read on, do it slowly,
And with kindness.
For this book has been
Needlessly rampaged through and tossed aside.
It may not withstand another thoughtless reader.
A book of poems
with my name on it
is my ambition, someday.
A book of poems
with my name on it,
with something, inside, to say.
Not a big book, not thick, not mushy --
not that kind of book for me.
My book must be lean, must be spare --
though pithy and strong --
and stand free.
A small book of poems
with my name on it:
all that I need
to leave here of me.
Hi everybody. I just posted a blog about finally getting my book published.
It has 176 pages and it titled it "POLISHED STONES". I designed the cover which is dark red with a silver ribbon around the edge and it looks just amazing to my tired eyes.
Just wanted to share this news and thank each one of you who have been part of this journey with me.
If you want to take a peek at it you will find it at - authorhouse.com - and to the right of their name is a square to type in the title with my name which should bring it up.
Thanks again to all who have been so faithful and encouraging with comments; you have helped make it all possible.
Love, Elizabeth
Sitting on a shelf amid a thousand others
the spine, raggedy and hard to read
pulled it out---top, dust covered
I am drawn to it.
Old book
Written so long ago, the pages
seemed fragile in my hands
it wanted my attention,
I too want to know more
Book
First words—first page
“Never lose sight of who you are.”
tattered old pages knew me
this tome sought me out
Losing oneself
Life misplaced…how
husband gone to another
money never goes all the way around
alone, alone, alone, with silence
Losing myself
Turn to the end of the book
the last line—“You may lose the people you love,
you may lose the things you have,
but no matter what happens never lose yourself.”
Finding oneself
Do I know who I am?
when I was younger—I knew what I was fighting for
Llving for what I believed to be true
where did that person go?
Finding me
Name of the book
“Root Yourself in Reality”
author…Me
reminders to leave self-pity behind
Found
The person I once was---now, search inside
stop living in the past and in my imagination
the book has pages to be written.
now is the time
This is my book and my life
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11885372-My-Book-by-Carol-Davis#sthash.Ay9w7cew.dpuf
Slipping into darkness, there is no personal fierceness against the logic of the heart, the inevitable force of the dying light, nor the finish of the soul surrender.
At last, the heart is over spilling with delightful rapture shouting out at the mountains of gloom....My time is fitting.
copyrighted 2004 book title Halona
From the pages of my book
From the pages of my book
I learnt there are opportunities more
Selection among them remained my courage
Whether to jump from heaven for score
Down in the earth to explore gems and
For conquering love of country and country men
I dug out grains from the pages of others
Knowingly or unknowingly appeared such
Why do people tend to cultivate fame?
There are many important jobs to do from selections
Why people incline to choose dejected lots!
From which cannot spread course of love
A narrow lane to walk with difficulty
From where one day need to return from fear
And should meet the requirement of other brothers
Then in vain to disperse unwilled force
That cannot produce almighty’s source
A creation permanent and immortal search
Such lost minds of the people are scattered
Searching to find actual needs of all
That could be stamina for all, for love
Perfect stay and provision of rest here and there
A class of solace acceptance for all
Natural win for all brothers and sisters
Examine yourself O all distracted minds
Love blooms in all hearts please leave to mature it
Find solution there are multiple choices for peace
Quit the habit of quarrelling, please remove deposited clots
A win there can be when falls conjured barriers
Shake warm hand to build globe for all, glory to all.
A nation for all
Peace for all
Win for all.
23/08/2014/
Oh book, I love you, there's so many stories you can tell,
There's no doubt about it, your author wrote you well.
You fill my head with such adventure,
Reading you is surely my pleasure.
With every page, there's something exciting and new,
I have found myself stuck to you like glue.
No matter what the genre, you're always great,
Your movie is coming out soon, I can hardly wait.
Even if you have a soft or a hard back,
When I go somewhere, you are always the first thing I pack.
Rainy, sunny, or snowy, I will read you in any weather,
Whoever wrote you had the greatest mind ever!
Oh book, I love you, you fill my heart with misery and fun,
Your vibrant colored cover shines like the sun.
You tell stories of deserts and dangerous seas,
Even though you are only ink on paper, you mean everything to me.
-Laura Bussey
I am proud to announce my fiction book Alisa's New Life is now on sale through Publish
America, Amazon.com, Barns and Noble and other online book stores.
My pen name is Linda Bates.
The story is about 5 children that are abandoned by an alcholic father, but when they loose
their mother and go to live with their 19 year old sister thier lives take a turn. The story
centers around the main character, Alisa Preston. She has three younger brothers and one
older sister. Alisa, her friends Gilly and Jason are growing teens, which go through many
exciting adventures and changes through out the book.
there are so many, Faces with Books
there are so many books with faces
that they would not tell you
whose idea it was
in the first place
Nobody will survive
in this world for ever
Oneday I have to go silently
Then you have to follow me only…
One day your black hair
will turn into grey
Black pupils of your eyes
will become turbid
Tight and smooth skin
will become loose and lax….
Nobody will survive in this world
Neither a king nor a beggar
Neither an American nor an African…..
But my memory will survive for ever
My poems will survive to entertain you…..
I know I will not be here
even after one hundred years
but someone will recite
a poem from my book……..
Just like that, the wind lost its breath;
the natural vibrato of the ocean's waves became an elegy,
and only the light from midnight stars pulsed
as your heart slipped away.
In the century of quiet, that filled the empty moment,
"They understood that wisdom comes of beggary."
from "The Seven Sages" by W.B. Yeats
“It is a never ending nightmare that I cannot wake up from. I keep trying to run away, but it
seems the pain is always one step ahead.”
As I open my eyes I can see the blurry vision of my desk and the cup I left on it
last night. I can hear the rain hit against the window and see the curtain move in the wind.
My vision starts to become clear and I can see the clock ticking, which brings me back to
reality. Realizing it was all a dream because Hayden is not here; I wipe away the tears and
get out of bed to close the window.
My book is fine
It’s okay to write one time
I am working on it every time
I have the happy working time
Taking care the lines of mind
I give my ideas
I am making myself laugh
I know that is not good enough
Yes, for the easy read to spot
An encouragement to part
A poem that help inspire me to write
It’s a good poem I like
When I discover a new way to something
To express myself of many thing
I become at peace with what I am writing
For I am doing less struggling
Indeed my book is fine!
Saturday, 16 Mar 2013, 8:28PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia
Book-engagement to me is indeed a God-granted privilege…
Exposing me, through printed words, to realities I acknowledge
Imparting knowledge and wisdom since pre-school to post-college
Delighting my educational journey’s mileage!
Children’s books on alphabets, numbers, shapes --- my academic foundation
Atlases, encyclopedia, general references ushered me to diverse civilization
School literature immersed me into the complexities of socialization
College libraries opened me to verities and enigmas of course specialization.
As a teacher now, books prop me in my mentoring authority and integrity
In my research, bibliographies substantiate every information-bounty
Meanwhile, electronic books try to load up my intellectual capacity…
Book perusal, I testify, upholds my sanity.
When it comes to childhood favorites, I was addicted to detective stories
Such as Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys in solving mysteries;
Inspirational and divine love-anchored pocket books help vanquish worries
As well as social work and law documents needful in my professional victories.
Concluding bookworm confession is my constant Bible reading
Believing that the Scriptures are authored by God to Whom I’m fully yielding…
With 66 books, I’m nourished; my faith, their precepts are upholding and strengthening, while my soul and heart, joyously feeding
Such is the Law of the Lord*: precious, perfect along truths-unfolding
profitable, powerful in life-building!
*Psalm 19:7 The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.
March 14, 2019
Count the wrinkles, count the lines
Each one owns their place in time,
Around my mouth see my smiles
Measure them, I hope there's miles.
On my forehead see my frowns
Embedded there when times were down,
Beneath my eyes you see the bags
I'm at an age when some things sag.
When I look at my reflection
I have the vaguest recollection,
That once my skin was taut and smooth
Yet here it is, carved with grooves.
Each of those though duly earned
Through happy times or lessons learned,
So if you know how to look
Read my face... it is my book.
Entry for
The Metaphor of your Face Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless
10/12/2019