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Christian Oct 2018
Please forgive me,

For being absent for so long
Then coming back with no excuse
Because this time I'm wrong
This time I lose.

For seducing you for my pleasure
While my head was on the ground
I've deprived you from your leisure
To the earth you were bound.

For playing god with your pages
When this is no one's book
And it will be for the ages
Dear poetry, my nook.
I made this poem when I started writing obsessively about a very specific topic. I felt like I had betrayed poetry in a way, or at least the way that I used to write before. Looking back to it, it's about a year and a half old and I feel it has aged well as I re-read it.
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2018
Painting
            every
                     nook
                        every
                     hue
                of a
         water
drop.
Once done all in all
there was still a sea
     in the whole!
Joe Momma May 2018
I live in a nook
Just beyond the pine-firs
and the rose-ferns.

Send help.
Cana May 2018
To get lost on a shelf.
A journey, couch potato tourist,
Book upon book, fantastical and fact
An expergefactor for the literary senses.

A sofa that swallows you whole
with an old fashioned friend,
stirring bourbon thoughts and
swirling orange twists

A wall of books,
novels and tomes.
Hemingway nestled next to Palahniuk.
Generational angst and
Alphabetical Chaos!
Dreams
MARK RIORDAN Oct 2017
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP
TRYING TO PROMOTE MY BOOKS
I WILL BE A MILLIONAIRE
BY HOOK OR BY CROOK



ALL THE WORLD NEEDS IS
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THEY BELONG IN YOUR NOOK



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Crystal Freda Sep 2017
In the corner
it is me
in my nook
channeling through
pages of my book.
One of my favorite places.

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