Books Poems | Examples of Books Poetry

My monocle, please, or if you please, my spectacles so I can attempt to eye a book with both irises and which book to attack first: the gigantic book of fashion; it’s not a lap animal, vegetable or otherwise; and the floral pages - both have large print, I think. Oh, yes, and speaking in tongues, that is the craft of language; a book (oh, yes, quite funny) on trees (aren’t they the funny things that...

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A Story of Santosh that was entangled in grief It was just another day, he thought He stepped out of the house with his family to return Unaware of the danger awaiting at the accident spot He and his wife, children went out jolly, talking about They got onto the bike and went for a ride as usual Oh,...

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They grew up together But they never spoke And never seen each other Fate had her plans, though Setting them up to meet When they did it, it was in the library Between the dust-covered shelves Each wanted a particular book Written by an author no one knows And a title no one ever read Two copies were dying on the shelf Two copies, which...

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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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Value people when they have life Strangely, people understand lately Everything is loud and clear, yet blinds Still, people find it challenging, but why? honestly Wait, let’s unpack the fact. Dead people do not speak Neither response is to pick a fight They are calm and quiet Due to which they candlelight Celebrate the opponent's flight Words flow with compassion disguised The love poured out...

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Inside the four walls is my agony surpasses the night The day is replaced with work, and time slides by Animals seemed privileged and were cared for bright Why not I am cared but cut half throat left to die How long is the test that has no end squeezes my rest? Oh, when will my eyes smile and heart...

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Teach them how to discern and learn, Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn. Teaching them just content, they learn it your way. Teach them the process of learning today, You give them a lifetime of learning every day. ...

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The Gunman In Montreal, in a bar frequented by shadowy  people who used French phrases, making money fraud and mayhem, I bought a revolver that still had five bullets in its chamber The next morning, our ship was bound for Japan. I worried about the gun, perhaps used in a heist where someone got killed, and there was ...

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Wo daulat wo shohrat jo chahiye thi mil gayi kya Jo main de na saka tha wo khushiyan mil gayi kya? Jin ko paane ki chaah mein chhoda tha tumne mujhko Us shaks mein tumhein wo saari khoobiyaan mil gayi kya? Wo moti jade lehange ka, kya shauk tera poora hua Wo tujhe heero se judi hui choodiyan mil gayi...

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The Pleasure Remembered. I saw her in a cafe yesterday; years had not been kind to her her hair was matted, her skin was dry, and her lips were a sullen grimace, not quite hiding her miss- coloured teeth. Once, we slept entwined. I kissed the body and often burrowed my head in her honey pot and drank her love...

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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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I have not heard many summer birds My summer time is spent indoor Reading books and sweet gifts of words I have not heard many summer birds To know more of doing my best bids To write informative pages for sure I have not heard many summer birds My summer time is spent indoor...

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I ain’t no good, I don’t do the things I should, My woman tells me ‘bout it all the time. What I do wrong, well the list is mighty long, But my woman seems to know it all by heart. She got her degree, in what is wrong with me, First a master’s, then a Ph.D. She lectures all around, relatin’...

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I could never understand the cataloger's best laid plan. Books in libraries, numbered screwy in a system made by Dewey....

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In my comfy corner, a little space A place of my own, as soft as a lace Lays a long chair of queen’s height with a wooden base With a rocking style for a ride at a mild pace Cushions of vibrant colours, in fitting size in the pattern of a maze Attracting all in less time, fixing attention and...

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