Hardbound Poems - Poems about Hardbound

...I don’t need any other luxury: Give me some books and a quiet spot Where I can sit or recline And lose my self Among the pages of a paperback, Or even a hardbound, and I become Oblivious to th......

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...The women came on Sunday morn, just as the day began to dawn. They brought the spices they prepared, to anoint Him who for them had cared. The sight they saw filled them with gloom, as they be......

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...How is it viable that life could alter the course, from people to people? What makes you quiver in the middle of the night to play with my agony? Until it is encir......

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...Cabin Fever door closes five dollars, a-Bag Used Book Sale Sunday, February 23, 2020 hence less than twenty four hours before avid readers bewail foregoing scampering across Hillandale vital po......

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...Vocabulist nonalcoholic punchdrunk stupor January 1st, 2020 Unlike the vast population swath, with painful hangover average celebrant merely doth confusedly blink, who devoutly pledge new yea......

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...My tears dripping with words on paper With sadness I write this never to be seen Each page I turn thinking of you A teardrop stained page dripping from my eyes My thoughts create memories of la......

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...I have a hardbound copy of "The City of Hartford 1784-1984" although most of this coffee table story of unfortunate events takes place between 1850 and 1950s, before and after the UnCivil War, ......

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...Two social crystals Two lovely books together Under lamp of love One mere paperback The other hardbound gilded Intense struggle on “We shall overcome” Resonated day and night A rope walk......

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...when at most the others looked away you were the only one left wrapped in tweed fingers you read books and shook hands with the corners of very tall still rooms. when at least the others ......

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...my techinical response to the uneven landscape is to waterdown my footprints. so i sink as i step and grow a little stronger. so heavy these great big thoughts. i must move quickly, no time......

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...gently under concordian hymn's, drifting through handwritten currents. where willows weave their lengthy signatures drawn across the calm collection of a bristled pool. a library of leaves lies a......

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