Novelist Poems - Poems about Novelist

I am a writer, a novelist, my book could be a best seller he says. I nod my head, wanting to encourage my uncle, who rarely is this confident. He looks up and asks me to spell two words. I do. He seems pleased, boasts a bit more about his novel, then falls asleep. He has been bragging about...

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I will write a best-selling novel he says. Sounds wonderful I encourage him. Have you started it yet? Not on a Tuesday. What is it about? I don't know yet. Will it be fact or fiction? He gives me a weird smile. Unsure at this time. Do you plan to use reference books? I don't know. Will it be about people? I doubt it. I...

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?I was born a dreamer day and night Pens and papers- my partners in crime Touch not my accomplices or you will die Solitude is my outer space An inch of a letter is my piece An inch of a word is my peace Put me back to earth and you'll see me in distress...

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My work is not as factual as yours You have done extraordinary work to expose men Kali Shalwar is a pioneer in the field of literature What a cultural masterpiece of Art & Romance You have truly unclothed the nakedness of society Please teach me moral and ethical values Inspire me encourage me and update my software. 1.Azaad tabiyat umda soch aur...

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FROM NOVELIST TO POET “Tomorrow Beyond and ashes of none” The blackness of night A flash of lightening being a dazzling sight The roar of thunder with echoing moans This is a night to not be alone Creatures and souls walk through the night Shrieks into screams will be a plight Be careful with the knocks at the door Souls and creatures are waiting...

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Bring me a cup of Java, honey, and put some coffee in the water, will you?... Whoa there! Bet you can feel the withering sarcasm in that simple phrase... People, I welcome you to the world of crime novels by James Hadley Chase... With cryptic titles like I'll Bury My Dead, it's a crime novel befitting even...

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Terse language scored to the bone with naught leftover, truth suffusing every word without a shred of platitude. She faced her challenges with fortitude, hope and loss a perfect blending, straight to the heart she spoke her mind, no careless gesture or equivocation. Last Modified: October 06, 2015 at 04:45 pm © bickerstaffe - all...

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'Twas the night of that particular evening whose noon-tide bade wondrous twilights and whose moon suffused in its consummated prophecy. Men perched themselves around balefully dire fires and professed eerie tales to themselves in unsettling delight; tales that forebode dark, lurid prophecies of, according to legend, loathsome howls that molest the hearts of young men...

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