Book Poems - Poems about Book

If life were a book, I'd hesitate to touch it, Standing on the edge of the shelf, fearing to discover, That the story is written in tears and deep shadows, I'd burn the pages with a match of extinguished memories. But fire doesn't erase, it only turns to ash, And the desire to read on is like a curse, For this...

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Her pregnancy was like an open book quite readable with just a cursory look. She wore a gown that trailed in white and grinned a guiltless smile as bright. And why not, white was only a tradition, her virginity a sold out first edition. ...

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You could read me, day and night, Flip through every page of me With your gentle fingers, Lingering where you please, And do more ..much more If your heart desires. ...

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THIS POEM IS MY EXCITEMENT FOR MY FIRST PUBLISHED BOOK THAT IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON BY THE NAME OF SOUL'S RHYME -EVOKING DEJAVU AND SERENITY The book of my dream Each page has a story that scream Each word has an atom of my soul When the book completes my energy feels whole.... I hope that you will read...

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My brother’s book deserves a look And not just for the time it took, But for the family tree he shook To show the need to strive. His characters are loosely based On relatives whose lives he traced From foreign lands ‘til they embraced New homes when they’d arrive. The story’s universal, though, For as they settle and they grow, We realize how much we...

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Book and ministry by Adejola Joseph Book and ministry Warring in my member Book and faith Which way to go? Confused as a delayed menstruation Confounded as an ambushed soldier I fought and thought Jah leads the way Victory is sure Victory is certain Hallelujah. Amen....

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In an old book, with torn pages, my soul navigates through labyrinths of dreams, seeking the hidden story in the silence between the lines, where words were never written, I try to fill the gaps with the silence of stars dancing on the sky of oblivion, believing I understand the story that flows like an unseen river through...

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Every morning I open my soul like an old book, where verses stretch wings of light over sleeping dreams, poetry is a spell that turns my thoughts into golden butterflies, dancing through air laden with mysteries and hidden desires. I feel words flowing through my veins like a river of stars, illuminating the forgotten realms of my heart in secret, and...

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Living in an open book, I am everywhere I look, I thought I took a wrong turn, Feeling the fire burn, I yearn for peace. Releasing my hold, Dropping the load, Eroding into the landscape, There's no need to escape, The lesson is taking shape, I am the paper, The vapor in the air, I...

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life is a book in the beginning you hold it in your hands new, fresh, unblemished it is only potential who knows what dreams it holds? at the end you look back at a story, cherished you hate to put it down it's sad to realize it's over it was wonderful, but... so different from the story you imagined when you picked it up...

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Another chapter in my life over much too soon when there's so much more to live it's just not opportune but is Anonymous the author or would it be myself possibly writing this tale so true could it be an autobiography and yet I won't be put on hold my one and only guarantee tho' late won't be overdue when it's check out time for me for...

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L-eaves A-lways I-ntrigue L-onging E-yes, N-aturally E-mploying M-ysterious E-arth's J-oyfulness I-n C-harming A-bode ©bfa060325 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lailene O. Mejica)...

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Loves, kick out all the bad in your brain, don’t let other take up space in your brain. Tell them you have no place, for their games. They pretend to care, but only want to cause you fear. They play mind games, to try to control you, and make you have fear. Life is like...

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If life was a book, Then I would have never picked it up. I would have never kept reading. I would’ve burnt the book the second I had the chance. It’s like a book you know gets bad, but you can’t help but read on. It’s a book, it’s meant to be read. It’s life, it has to be lived. If life...

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Whatever happened to the telephone book enquiring minds need to know there hasn't been one here for years so wherever did it go and what about the telephone box or the answer machine I haven't seen either near it's clear they're few and far between they went the way of the dodo long before their time as not everyone owns a mobile phone and no you...

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