Reader Poems - Poems about Reader

Write. Write. Write. It was the only passion I took pride. The only thing that felt right. Ink flows from my pen like a river, Creating worlds and characters that come alive. In the silence of my room, I lose myself in the words I consume. Why do I continue to write? There was no one to excite. No reader, no praise,...

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Lover of novels Always immersed mind full of Imagination....

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Time is a funny thing, time does not always seem real. Governments and their rulers, come and go. Some are good to their people and country, while others only destroy. Can they be brought to their knees, maybe ~ sometimes? When we are living in today, we have real time. Can we now see or understand, the many years that will come? Then one day we awaken, to...

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I thought to read my own palm...took a 5’ver out of my pocket to be authentic spoke out-loud only listening too the echo: “Does she love me, or does she not?” my wife had entered the room, and crept up behind me: “She loves you!” and took the 5’ver from the table. ...

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keen orphic reader cabalistic tendencies mystical and keen enigmatic strong a master of the occult lively prophecies...

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If ye benevolent reader count yourself as a wise married man such as me... (truer words never spoken nor written) take my word and decline and absolutely refuse to take masterly crafted bait videre licet Facebook female seeking to lure, catch and unwittingly cannibalize thee unfortunate soul courtesy dangling eye catching teasing offer vis a vis friend request. Analogous to a virtual faux conscientious fisherwoman, nonchalantly sporting...

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Writers love their letters, letters turn into words. Words turn into sentences, waiting to be read. Poems come from writing, writing about the past. Maybe from the present, maybe true or false. As a faithful reader, we laugh we cry. Many love to read, yet again and again. The reader and writer, then become as one. Both in love with, letters-words-sentences-reading....

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O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds for me a fadeless crown of amaranth and gold. O thou Anonymous Reader, when I, a bard whose graces are...

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Her eyes are like glittering shards of light blue topaz They see into my soul and pull out my hidden thoughts I try to avoid her, but she is everywhere, appearing suddenly Is she an angel, a soul reader or what? I do not know But here she comes now...

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Ross, the book reader was full of ideas for more books. Many called him elf man, I called him Crazy Crooks. His job was to read all day and entertain the night life. Regaling us with interesting stories so big, bold and bright. I want that book, many other elves said to the boss. He laughed at them, knowing they...

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I look for you in the stars, and in the streets, and all the people I greet. I look for you in books of poetry. Such a place to find, yet unaware that I'm lost, like a button. Arrive home from work to flip through pages of a book I knew as a child, yet still not remember the reason, so special then. It...

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I’m sorry, reader. You’ve simply arrived too late. All the action has already happened: I’ve slain the dragon, stolen the gem, ran through dagger forests, sacrificed life and limb, and no one was even there to see it! I swam through a witchcrafted lake, narrowly avoiding confrontation, but wasn’t so lucky when it came to the snake, lurking inside a pool of lava. I’m sorry to...

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Spoken Poetry Offers Knowledge Entrapping Nouns With Out Radical Dissorder Encaptulating Readers Providing Other Entertainment Taught Raw Enlightning Answers Decrypting Energy Resonance...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader Expounded late today April 27th, 2023 since being written countless years ago maybe a baker's dozen as thee doodling cock doth crow scouting about for carrion scavenging for dead animals and rooting about garbage to sell at annual corvus entrepôt, where at birds eye view buzzfeeding crowdsource talon (telling) the famed truth regarding chicken scratch scrawled...

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Hey little fighter Brace yourself to the fire Light up your desire Cause you are a fierce tiger Hold your head higher Cause you are mighty and superior You my dear reader Are a really great fighter...

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