Books Personification Poems

Do you not find it strange,
Even slightly ironic, 
That in a time when knowledge is king, 
A living beast that that we seek to tame,...

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I know It can sometimes be a struggle 
 to survive in this jungle 
With all the obstacles one has to juggle 
But being happy...

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Even if you loose all your wealth 
Start having issues that will jeopardize your health
Even  if every time You sleep You’re an inch closer...

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I was given to the D’Mangos as a wedding present; I was silver, sparkly, and pretty full of myself. I have survived two children, a...

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Secretly, I watch the neighbors, 
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as...

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We come from the Kuiper belt,
Or from the Oort cloud,
We’re bodies of the solar system,
Guess who we’re?

If we’re short lived,
We come from beyond the Neptune’s...

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Our innermost thoughts,
So precious
We capture them
Inside books,
Writings from our ancestors,
Keepsakes as treasures,
Sentiments of heart,
Expressions,
Planting seeds,
Creativeness growing,
Flowering inspirations,
Poems bloom with nature,
Composing a legacy of love,
Remembrance forever,
Passing...

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Desperate candidate
invited firefly at night
to light for him books
he was revising for tests

...

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Stanley Russell Harris (ME)
The new Mad Author

When my books begin to sell.
From, ‘feedaread,’ where they dwell!
And I’m as rich as blinking well…
You know, rolling in...

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I’m  not a killer but a healer,
I stretch my hands to you,
for you to change,
Change! to alter the course of
history or be a part...

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I am the end,
the last act, the final fleck,
the teeny, tiny terminal pixel,
but I am mighty.
I may be small but I have muscle.

I apply the...

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I am not sure where I was born or even when,
     Many grand places I have called home;
Now, I am one...

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Before reading this one read part one, the story will make more sense.

I felt safe amongst the colorful pages of the comic books wrapped around...

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Seeing yourself through
     A full-length mirror
Through the endless deed
            Of...

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Dear farm,
I write to tell of what life has become of me
Life in the city and this white collar job-
Has blotted from my memory
How to...

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I have dreams to flashes n from time 
to time I decide to put them down n 
people to read I'm plain n simple no...

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I COULD WRITE...


1 quote 4 that! 

'Be Yourself'

I could write the many things i wish to say, 

Here, now, just to enchant ur mind

And then,...

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New born
in swaddling clothes,
I,in this manger,lay
for you to see and digest,this 
new day-
...still
unsaid
aloud,unread
or incunabula-
hours old,perhaps by grandchildren..
re-told

Note The earliest printed books are called incunabula (...

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