Reading Poems - Poems about Reading

Wizened old lady read the leaves two taunted her, a gentle tease she heard a cough and a wheeze leaves transmogrified with a sneeze door slammed shut by a hardy breeze what do they say? asked young Louise You’ll have a good life she said with ease. Old hag who raised bullfrogs and bees....

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Another chapter in my life over much too soon when there's so much more to live it's just not opportune but is Anonymous the author or would it be myself possibly writing this tale so true could it be an autobiography and yet I won't be put on hold my one and only guarantee tho' late won't be overdue when it's check out time for me for...

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May we forever be lovers, May we forever be friends, And should we hurt each other, May we quickly make amends. May we enjoy our passion, But never let compassion die, Thinking in selfless terms as we, Never emphasising I. May we forever be soul-mates, May our love eternally last, May the food of love sustain us, May we never have to fast. May we use each...

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I see many seeking.' Life eternal, love everlasting' reading Watching.' Desiring divine..Finding lifes ending observing it. Yet start new.' in many different life forms; that hold no former awarness peculier to who.? So I leave my ponder.' And realise to await in faith..' For true capture of life is Beyond here.. Its in Gods dimension ( and comes neither...

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Someone brought tacos to the basement bar— al pastor, slick with pineapple and something red that warned from the foil. I took one because she handed it to me with both hands and said nothing. We ate standing— elbows touching, our breath fogging the same patch of mirror behind the liquor shelf. My tongue lit up mid-bite. Heat that made my eyes water the way they do when I say too much in a...

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persimmon tree reading nostalgia and dr. seuss 'hop on pop' smiling ...

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When someone first dies and leaves us, It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom, When their body is no longer with us, But their presence still fills the room. But within our treasured memories, We can recollect their smiling face, For in our heart-of-hearts we know, They are now in a much better place. ...

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Irrational exuberance at respite from reading... (on a rainy May thirteenth two thousand and twenty five) as a balm against ennui becoming engrossed, immersed, and lost in space of orrery regarding the universe created courtesy Nora Roberts well crafted novel Montana Sky perusing said realistic fiction as if inebriated with one hundred proof liquor experiencing drunken stupor merely from evocatively written story and subsequently envying such craftsmanship incorporating her gushing...

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Easter Reading In Lima – Peru- a hippo was pulling the tram car with its best friend, a water buffalo. They had ended up here, far from Africa, after the great flood ebbed and had been blessed with eternal life, only being mere animals, they didn´t know this. In Lima, no one made a big issue...

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I have read the Code Noir. I have read the papal bull of Nicholas V. I have read the charter of imperialism. I have read the Indigenous Code I have read the Torah, the Bible, and the Quran. I have read the racist recollections of ***** swimming bans and France’s human zoos. I have read the dismal pages of French history. I...

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Millie, the mermaid was a reading machine. It started with a shipwreck, among the marine. A library for a king had gone down in the wreck. I can teach myself to read, she said without genuflect. She started with picture books, one word on a page Those old Dick, Jane and Sally texts which tells my age. Moved on to primers...

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When you read good books It's like you meeting good friends Nice to read them more....

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“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter” – John Keats --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * ...

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I guess I write because I think I have something to post, that others would want to read... I guess I read because I have learned others pen subjects of great interest... I have found writing is something I can do most places and times -- pads and pencils easy enough to carry... we also write and read to escape -- keeping a safe wall of pages between...

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The reading skills of many men it’s said, would improve significantly in the “reading room” when seated with the printed page, and facilitate that daily regularity most needed to prevent stubborn constipation with an easy smooth evacuation much less improve or alleviate a halting grunting vocabulary. To what extent he has success that is anyone's guess. ...

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