Best Notebooks Poems

Like Thoreau I sought out Walden’s Pond
For me, it was my grandmother’s field of soybeans
Lost in the bowels of a small gray shed I fancied a cabin
I stumbled on it when I was eight, an explorer, in the summer.

It became mine almost immediately, and I dragged in pillows.
If it had been closer to the house...

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A silly superstition enwraps and grips me, 
It holds me and will not loosen its vile, crushing deathgrip:
It is a numerical one, this foolish superstition to which I have my subscription, 
For this is the numerological sorcerous fallacy to which I've subscribed:
That, as I have yet published a baker's dozen of poems hereon, 
(Though this...

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How often have I blundered
at the precipice
with brimming enthusiasm
hollowed by doubt and
want for survival?

With breath arrived a passion
to express beyond mere words
the notion that we are never alone
even when gripped by horrors
wrought against fellows.

Along your spiral spine I climb.
Your teeth clamor knowingly
with palpable fear at being dutiful
to the whims of an impatient
and infantile mortal.

Within the...

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the first time i took a pen and wrote some words on a notebook it was for a grade.
now i live it.
now i breathe it.
i express my feelings, feeds my soul.
to publish a least one book is my goal.
writing my everything.
i bleed it.
when i writing it takes all my worries away.
i want to be admire...

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I love my school things:

Crayons, ruler, and pad paper, 
Glue, sharpener, and eraser;
Pens and pencils in a tin box 
That need not close with any locks. 

Some pocket money makes me smile--
To buy a gum to share with Kyle.
Notebooks with pictures on the cover 
Of my idols--like Justin Bieber!

Oh, wait, there’s one thing I forgot--
The...

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The soul, my notebooks and I

The ant lies dead in her coffin
With no one at her funeral
But I and my notebooks 
And her own soul
I sat clasping
My mountains of notebooks
Firmly to my chest crying
The size of goodbye....

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People are always giving me notebooks 
Once they find out I write 
At christmas
At birthdays 
At random
At least two a year 
They sit in a stack on my shelf 
Hundreds of pages blank
Hundreds of poems unwritten 
White page syndrome 
Magnified ten fold 
Intimidation radiating off them in waves 
I prefer to use a computer 
There,...

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There's a bag I like to keep,
                        A lil'                       ...

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I found my son’s old notebooks
Going way back to first grade.
His early writing and his thoughts
Are carefully displayed.

He was a quiet kid and mostly
Praise he did amass
But there, repeated 15 times:
“I will not talk in class.”

I marveled as his skills improved
And humor did appear
As he matured and gained a bit
More confidence each year.

These notebooks are...

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Word upon word, sentence upon sentence
Some a little absurd and others about repentance
Some many of them just sitting there that sometimes I have to pry
Then saying, we’ll that isn’t fair and that’s just a flat out lie

But as I read more and reopen my heart
I see God at their core, He’s becoming a bigger part
So...

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