Tome Poems - Poems about Tome

... In the heart of the city, where stories unfurl, Stands a bookstore, my haven in a whirl. Shelves adorned with tales that swirl, Each book a treasure, each page a pearl. I, the guardian of......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O precious codex, how lovely thou art to me. How do I pay homage to thee? Flipping through your pages is an art, you see. ......Read the rest...

...In the night sky, a lone star's light, My heart's scar, a poetic sight. It murmurs tales of yearning, woe, Inspiriting words that I bestow. Loneliness, my muse, its bitter caress, Directs my p......Read the rest...

...Some kind of Boccaccio they open The Book, borrowing thoughts and stories from muses, for it is a tome in its entirety, each muse, a Page, unamused, to be plucked from tomb, those sepia......Read the rest...

...The Revenant pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2) Amongst the dead and dying trees, A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone A doorway opened, not with man-made keys, But forgotten tongue......Read the rest...

... In the hallowed halls of college, Where dreams bloomed like wildflowers, I walked with a pencil in my pocket, And a book cradled close to my heart. My friends, oh dear companions, We laugh......Read the rest...

...TALK WITH ME MY FRIEND. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS AND WHAT YOU SEE AT THE END. I WONT JIUDGE MOST OF US DONT MAKE IT ANY WHERE NEAR WHERE WE HOPED. YES THEY TRY TO KEEP US QUIET AND THEY KILL MOVEMEN......Read the rest...

...In the land of silvery mists, where dreams touch the ground, A being-abyss struggles, wishing to rise in docile flight and facing a deep fear, Striving to be a fruitful field, the most fertile vers......Read the rest...

...Idealism versus reality In hope that Quixote prevails Disappointed again reading the trends Materiality draining the grail Peer pressure determines what happens Not some hi......Read the rest...

...Ivan Talbot in W A, has some lineage; online today Claims Rollo and Miliesius, and Hezikiah are all his Forebears such 'could be dire' I know this line of the Irish King, for he's my blood too (my......Read the rest...

...El dominio del alma Una noche cualquiera sin ningún motivo he visto la luna y me ha nacido escribir pero no se que hacer la verdad dejare que mi subconsciente me domine y escriba lo que quiera……..mi......Read the rest...

... The feeling of impulsive sensitivity, the beginning, the search for the meaning of emotion, the end. When I am at their thresholds at the edge of twilight, my mind sinks in turmoil, unexpresse......Read the rest...

... Upon a high, cobwebbed bookcase there lay a forlorn nutcracker who once ......Read the rest...

...In golden years, where time slows its pace, Retirement's embrace, a serene grace. Beyond the clock's ticking, life anew, Unveiling vistas, dreams to pursue. No longer bound by the daily grind, ......Read the rest...

...With every gust of wind, secret taboo, secreting a web a cocooned prison of liquid knowing, flowing, emulsifying impossibly old and new. In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped, desert bone ......Read the rest...