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𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥..

                        𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕪 , 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕩..
You laugh, you cry, and then you come back for more.”
—Markus Zusak
new, unused; you picked me up
from quite a few parched with dust over them
excited you were so was I to be selected after all.

picture of me clicked, lights on and a perfect setup,
you and me only with a cup of chai and not so bright lights.

love thrill and excitement,
the first chapter had it all,
you read it and loved it,
like never before.

with the passing chapters the story slowed down,
so did your reading speed,
started forcing yourself, with tired face and sleepy eyes
struggled just to move forward,a bit more, a page more, a chapter more. maybe you should have Let me go at that moment,
but decided to hold.
never did you forget to take out time for me,
I have seen you crying smiling clinching to your pillow like a kid,
also while reading when that pink blush slid. soon the story paced up again, there were ups Lows and heartbreaks,
and you were sailing through them all,
along with me.

I was about to get over,
we were about to end,
you wanted me to be longer but the plot didn’t allow,
you finished reading,
you competed with me and you freed me,
that was how I wanted it to end.

now I am free I promise to be with you,
through your lows and highs and smiles and cries,
that’s why it’s always said,
it all starts with a good book.
Kyra Oct 2018
The books have lied.

They have stolen my heart

But left my body.

The books have lied.

They ripped my soul out

And left me to rot.

The books have lied.

AMISHA Jul 2018
I don't love reading because it gives me an eternal pleasure. I love reading because it is a moment of discussion of my mind with my soul.

poetryofdhiman Feb 2018
the night falls
behind the curtain of the black sky
with a silver coloured bulb called moon
floating weightlessly in the background,
together with the billions of stars
shimmering like the glow-worms.

the clouds fly here and there
with the joy of becoming grey again
leaving behind the dry memories
of summer and sunny days
hoping to become raindrops again
and fall on the soft leaves of earth.

Everything has a beginning,
And that beginning always has an ending.
In the middle is the story,
And somewhere in that story is you.

You are lost from the moment you see the words.
How it amazes you,
And how it grasp you in.

For the moment you are lost,
You are in a different world,
A world that none are real,
Only you.

How wondrous it is to be somewhere else,
Somewhere you have never been before,
Somewhere you can never go to,
But here you are.

The thrills and suspense,
Compells you,
Not giving you up,
Not until you've had enough.

The time that passes by,
Seems shorter than a minute.
Taking deep breaths to remind you where you are,
Nothing feels real,
Nothing was real,
In that moment you know,
You are in another world.
A poem that expresses my feelings after reading a good book. Sometimes, depending on the book, you gain new perspectives; that's when you know you've read a good book.
Cordelia Rilo Sep 2015
With plump **** I devour books
The pages pressed against my soft *******
My belly holding its firm bottom for support
I ravish them
Consume them
Feast on them until I'm full
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
//\\//          //\\/\\//          \\//\
bo                                                 bo
books       <♥>         <♥>      books
books . bo                     oks . books
books . books           books . books
books bo . books . books . bo book  
books . books . book . book . books
books . books . book . books . book
books . books book . books . book
books . books . books . book
book . book . book
bo . book . bo

The hairline and the V of the book
Should look like a ♡

I found out what this type of
Poetry is. It's called "concrete"

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