Short Bookshelf Poems
Short Bookshelf Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bookshelf by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bookshelf by length and keyword.
side by side
on the dusty bookshelf
twin jars of formaldehyde
slowly drying
in poison preserve
my heart always
to guard yours
racking of the nerves.
a bookshelf of nerves.
walk into a library of nerves.
pick a nerve.
turn it over.
read its contents.
the nerve.
We took a novel to Rome,
left it on a bus.
A photograph of us
between its pages.
Dusting a bookshelf,
recalling the photo
seeing us back then,
now,
(my) collection of poems
library
on the bookshelf
coming out
in backpack bag
at the coffee shop
into back trouser pocket,
I'm going to meet you.
Wry grin from bookshelf,
dark tome teethers in shadow,
bookmarked for downfall!
tarnished page a fright,
dull wobbly watermark smudge,
reeks of distant stain!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray
Go throw your tv set away
And in it's place you can install
A new bookshelf on the wall.
this is from my lovely younger sister Alexandra. :)
I’m a bird in a cage, but the cage is my head,
On a walk in the park, but I’m running instead,
The bookshelf is haunted, my reflection is too,
Squeaks and whimpers out in the blue
Top of his tall white bookshelf is full of items so baby blue,
His books all lined up, each of a different shade of hue,
Filled with knowledge of his own inner world both false and true.
FOOTLE
well read
learned
BROKEN MONOKU
at ease on my bookshelf-
yesteryear's leisured hours
a 'broken monoku' is my variation upon the one line monoku form,
A Day of Precipitation
A window is a good place
To look out
When it rains beautiful to see
From a warm room
A bookshelf of old friends
Some remembered others
Rediscovered
So let it rain, rain, rain.
Thusly
A thought
The first letter
A sentence ensues
The paragraph develops
A chapter has been inscribed
The new story can be ascertained
A position on the bookshelf is reserved
The copywriter will never be discouraged
The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.
Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor.
Immortal Prince keeps coming back to make us look in depth:
What's better choice - to take the life "as is" or challenge it by death.
Each one finds answer on his own, decides it by thyself,
But if you want Shakespeare's advise - take "Hamlet" from bookshelf.
If I was a marsupial
I would stay in mama’s pouch
Which would save me from hurting
I would never have to say “darn” or “ouch”
Never stub my toe or injure myself
Snug as a cherished vase on a bookshelf
I would stay hidden, cozy and warm
In no danger from predators or a bad storm
Always everything
A cleaner is dusting
my bookshelf
little does she know
the dust is my relatives
but I know
the dust will be back
tomorrow
The awe we sense
when looking up
a starlit night
is the knowledge
the universe is us
So, the scientists
tell us
We are stardust
In mixed dust
Resting serene
On the old bookshelf
Leaning , the insufficient wall strength
The tight room so small
For the furniture out of fashion
There is so much vermin
As in a wedding
Tasting with insatiable revelry
The freedom of poetry
On the leaves, in recycled paper
Of a book never read
'The Refuge' Is a unique Poetry book.
The book contains all content published on this page (so far) and more... If you would like to own the current writings of U.P in physical form for your bookshelf at home, or as an E-Book - you will find it on Amazon by typing 'The Refuge Unknown Preach'
Best wishes U.P
Born with a grief to the world at large
The eyes showed thirst for embrace
Little feet attached to birdcage
Lively spirit wheeled cowardly at a glance
Innocent toward Father rule roam
Dreams swinging on the footing of sexuality
Bookshelf took a shape of group home
Screeching for the freedom to unfold promptly..
Biographies of different kinds
Orwell with Atwood, intertwined
Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes
Keeping their words, holding those lines
Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes
Histories, mysteries, marking time
Every volume, fixed on my mind
Lexicons, for a world we can't find
Fact versus fiction, yours and mine.
SEARCH FOR ME on the dusty bookshelf,
in this room filled with very old books.
I sit here waiting to be chosen,
needing to be read by a reader.
Do you know it is hard to find me?
Old books standing cover to cover,
wait for a reader to SEARCH FOR ME.
I long to be in your loving hands,
and being read by your loving eyes.
woah! look at that bookshelf,
it's split into three sections,
how convenient,
there's a politics section, a sports section, and a fiction section,
some of the books look quite interesting,
I'd steer clear of the Hillary Clinton book though,
she can go die in a hole,
(maybe that's a bit harsh. I don't personally know her after all.)
In the house groups, I am a bookshelf grope
I am ambivalent in chatting around the weather scope
Talking in circles represents an ophidian rattle
Quickly reminded me of the impending tattle.
I would rather be here, close to the library.
To grasp what is going through your mind prairie.
Written: November 09, 2022
There is not enough time in the day for us
to understand what we need to
together under one roof we lie and wait
wanton thoughts becomes a balance lost
the top spins faster
Life is now disordered at the highest cost
A bookshelf empty, all the voices lost
Could it be we are not as brave as we once thought?
Don't grieve yet not all is lost.
This new year
I tuck you away
Like a sweater I no longer wear
You whose squiggly ink
occupy hardcover journals
I cherishingly placed
on a wooden bookshelf
You I've outgrown
You a place I no longer go to
You who are fading with time
Leaving only faint lines in my psyche
From where I draft new ideas
You the ghost of last year's thoughts
stone coals
aloned
in
diamond hole
what cave shines
all the time
phrases
caught
letters
aught
learn
me
again
word spin
hook hook hook
looker looked looking
hooked hooked hooked
time
from
me shook
tremble before me
i's says to myself
what bookshelf
lover love me
tree tree
tree
me
i
am
glass
diamond
shattering
stone coals
?