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Sap Dec 2020
Reading is a journey
Where you can travel
And come back with souvenirs
Inspired by my love of reading. It seems as if I'm traveling somewhere and bringing back a little bit of something from each book into my own life. This is my first poem on here, so tell me what you think of it!
kiran goswami Dec 2020
I will turn the pages this time,
Not the tables
But the pages

For the chapter is over now.
low poetry Dec 2020
while reading the book
i’m living by the way it hooks

reading in the right place
with the slow pace

highly concentrated
distractions is faded

re-read
when i need to

no interest in page number
and what is under

preaching the power of the word
pinning them on my cork-board

the pancil is in my hand
like a magic wand

symbols, outlines
comments, questions
material that worth to repeat
second and third time to read
stillhuman Dec 2020
Our knees were touching
And my hand was shaking
Eager to hold yours

Your voice was too
Reading that piece of poetry
Making me chuckle

I can't wait to miss these days.
So warm, the feeling of you
ju Dec 2020
hard lines and distinctive strokes
hide as much as they expose

stand back to see the whole picture
jaden Dec 2020
i miss reading and the enjoyment that stemmed from seeing the world through other people's words
the library used to be my favorite place and books were my sole escape but lately i can't bring myself to read
it's as if all those years never lifting my nose from a book is catching up with me and i don't know how to slow down and fix it

i have a list of books i would like to read or that other people would like me to read
and i feel guilty everytime i look at it
it'd be great if i read something off it but im scared it won't feel the same as it did when I needed an escape from reality
feels stulid when i say it out loud but when i was a kid i needed books and the worlds they provided
and now not so much

it's not like the love i had for literature has just disappeared i know it's still there
it's just stored away for a rainy day when my brain again fails to process the fast paced world around me and reality again becomes suffocating

until then I'll try to write my own stories onto blue lines and blank screens and hope that's enough to keep myself from falling into dark times
I'll write stories real and fake to remind myself it's okay to take up space and live in the real world
this one was a potential story for a showcase of sorts
Quinn Nov 2020
Seconds, minutes, and hours tick by
Huddled within walls as the time flies
Some of us knit, or sing, or write
Others watch movies to get through the night

If you're searching for me, rush to the nook
You will find me there, on my lap rests a book
Who is counting the days, has it been three or four?
And now many must pass, until the virus is no more

At home is best, think of the others
I tell myself from under the covers
One book read, turned to five then six
Thrillers, romance, and sifi in the mix

And here I sit watching everything unwind
Why has the world turned it's back on being kind
Take a deep breath these hard times too will pass
Lock yourself in a room and enjoy a book while it lasts
Spending my days with a book in hand has helped this hard time go by a little faster. Stay kind. Be safe. And Happy Thanksgiving yall.
Zoe Grace Nov 2020
Time is non existant
The world around me shuts down
I transfer myself wholeheartedly
Into a fantastical adventure
For I am no longer myself
I am the protagonist
Sleep, I need not
But answers, well..
Answers I need to live
Books.
Jennifer DeLong Nov 2020
As his words crawled into my eyes
Dripped down my throat
They landed on my heart
and that's where they stay
Poetry like his
so raw so true
opened my soul
and it was there
on those pages
we shared a bond
His words forever
captured right here
in my heart
His words
© Jennifer L DeLong 11/08/2020
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