Book Poems - Poems about Book

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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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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More than just word pages It’s a read for all ages Lessons learned and experiences gained Theory through the journey Adventure beyond compare Truth and mysteries foreseen Sentences overflow You come to know Like Flood Gates let out Stories near and far Beyond one’s own belief You will learn to understand Through the atmosphere of the mind It doesn’t matter soft or hardcover You will begin to discover Look and...

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IX. In the ICU, machines create their own songo— ventilator, heart monitor, IV pump— forming an accidental orchestra the clutch of machinery holding time like a hi-hat choking its own decay. Underneath the electronic rhythms the human body maintains its own stubborn organic tempo— proving that even at the edge of existence we are fundamentally musical beings. The climate protestor's chant becomes a militant clave pattern— Save our planet!...

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VI. We are all metric modulations of our former selves—changing time signatures mid-measure, learning to count in odd meters when life refuses to conform to 4/4 expectations finding beauty in 7/8 existence— the off-kilter cadence of becoming. The teenager tattoos pain across her skin in sixteenth-note flurries— razor crescendos marking flesh rimshots echoing in a locked room her body a snare absorbing what no one will hear. But the counselor...

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In the gathering gloom of a winter's afternoon as the light leaches from the room I'm more prone or inclined as comforts tug to recline supine beside the hearth here on the rug with a good book than step outdoors as if you would take a look outside the window should you care it's more than slightly chilly out there with snowflakes blowing in the air better on the floor I think with a...

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I. In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll— left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality. Listen: the Buzz Roll of morning traffic— ten thousand souls creating multiple bounces against the stretched skin of commuter silence. Each ghost note a rhythmic prayer unheard each...

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I’m sorry but I must admit That I have read this book There’s no point of rereading it As if I overlooked Unobvious important signs That I did much appreciate I changed my surreptitious mind To set the fresh update I’ve come to see your apple tree It’s such a lovely day! You smiling face looks down on me Don’t worry now, please stay Come to...

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Smell Of An Old Book Pages turn yellow. Black ink at work. Your mind is thinking. Solitude sky shines many. Exhale poetry. Words written yesterday. Turn each page. Fall slumber, away. Shadowy eyes a haze. Smell of an old book fades. The love of reading. Someone else's story. Another chapter ages. Clean air after the...

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After all of this time it is a piece of art So many wise and talented people knew what to do What keys to press to create a masterpiece Please do not just look at the typewriter as a book stop Give it all of the respect it deserves After all the book you are reading may have been...

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----------BOOK---------- Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Good book, bad book, Fulfills your greed. Light book, nice book, Whatever you need. Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Good book, good look, Just take a peek. Everybody needs A book each week. Red book, black book, On what you agreed. Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Bad book, cheap book, Nothing will shatter. After reading books, You work like butter. Gold book, silver book, Whatever you plead. Some sort...

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Life is a book. And every day The pages are getting Smaller and smaller, I appreciate every page Of my life!...

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In Masonic tradition, the pyramid represents wisdom on the back of the dollar bill you see an edifice with the tip of the pyramid detached, a searching eye is in the tip of the detached pyramid Our nation should ever be searching for the divine wisdom that humanity needs, which will make the pyramid complete seek wisdom and lay dormant blind Ignorance~ not...

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I read a book with sharp words Piercing deep into the muscles of the heart Unraveling life's secrets Detailing beyond this realm Narrating the past with caution Illuminating what's within the breast Putting doubt to rest Separating truth from the grasp of falsehood Then I recited the book The eyes turned watery The reasoning humbled From the harmony that comes from within A true source of solace...

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