Novels Poems - Poems about Novels

...Buy a Donkey  The Sunday papers had nothing to tell  except for the usual trivia  and endless wars somewhere on the planet As I get older and older, nothing much  is of importance, novels are g......Read the rest...

...Golden retriever energy from a human marshmallow Squidgy, and layers of softness So sickly, it’s yellow Push me and shape me Gelatine-free and never fully set I long for warmth a......Read the rest...

...Was it really raining outside or was it just in my head? Were those pearls from above actually cascading down? Or was it just my sorrow letting my hopes drown? Pathetic fallacy burst forth f......Read the rest...

...As one gets older One often looks back At all the things you did In your life. The good, the bad, and the ugly And we all have those moments Because we are human. And some things you desi......Read the rest...

...when students ask about metaphors and similes i love it but please stop identifying juxtaposition i hand them a dictionary look it up yourself pal i never had a classical education and can......Read the rest...

... English journalist, Daniel Defoe, was most famous for his novel Robinson Crusoe. The whole idea of novels it’s said that he conceived, and he wasn’t afraid to write on anything he believed.......Read the rest...

...Hold my hand to teach me how to write Take me to the library. I need to shed light On a few words that I have never seen before Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door For my future. I wa......Read the rest...

...In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps......Read the rest...

...Some women ask for jewelry, roses or such I ask for books and solitude, not so very much. Give them their riches, give them their fame. But give me an hourglass, willed to my name. A place wher......Read the rest...

... My candle burns at both ends. It will not last the night. But, ah my foes, and oh, my friends, it sheds a lovely light. Author: Edna Saint Vincent Millay Her very first publi......Read the rest...

... The scrabble app says it misses me It sends a notification to remind me It's lonesome without me. Let Poirot use his little gray cells, Let Miss Marple knit too much, Let me just catch up. ......Read the rest...

... I. Walking upon a river side upon concret --Oh how beautiful was that night i saw a caricature running alongside my heart Made of crayola it ran across the way i'd not drank beer nor l......Read the rest...

... Tears are not just drops That fall from the eyes Tears are messages Were written with an encrypted language And need deciphering Tears are not just drops That fall from the eyes Tears......Read the rest...

...I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days; And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase. An unparalleled passion for writing, had ......Read the rest...

...Sometimes In silence I question citrine stars~ what streams beneath murky waters, Is hope still flowing through rusty ripples, why do we live in an orb of sheer blindness, would the w......Read the rest...