Bookcase Poems

Bookcase poems bring the best collection of short and long bookcase poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great bookcase rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these bookcase poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on bookcase are here for you.

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

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Poems containing references to : Bookcase

On Esoteric Science

On Esoteric Science long poem

Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running

Something

Something short poem

It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared

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The Story Of Env-Girl

The Story Of Env Girl long poem

Natures’ go green with the sunshine Birds disappear in the sky in that blue line Mother earth says about the story of betrayal We all have something but nothing makes it clear A silent world, an empty core burst with

Fading Away

Fading Away short poem

Mourn me when I am gone; Remember me as someone who lived his life the only way he knew how. Think of me when you sing a song; Remember me when I am gone with the clouds. The sun is

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

Growing Up

Growing Up short poem

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was

Night Patrol

Night Patrol short poem

Night is cloaked beneath a shroud As moon does slip behind a cloud Camouflaged, his darkened face Patrols the perimeters of the base Laid low, like snake he slowly slivers As cold night air does make him shiver And yet

The Clock Talks

The Clock Talks short poem

Round and round, I turn around. People blink at me, I never unwound. The world revolves with my feeble sound. When people follow me, they are time-bound. The sun travels on my arms. The moon follows my norms. I am

Walk The Talk

Walk The Talk short poem

You walk with some people And you talk with some But with how many do you walk the talk…? You chat with some people And have Chaat with some But with how many do chat and have chaat…? True friends

Adrift

Adrift short poem

I stare into the night, the darkness and my thoughts become dark then I knelt down to ask for forgiveness. I stare into the water and my eyes become watery as I see the water flowing on forever miles and

Etched In Sand

Etched In Sand short poem

Sweetheart… You were to meet me by the beach… At sunset I waited… And waited… To while time… In your thoughts, I sketched on the golden sand… Your portrait… And waited looking at the smiling lips etched on sand.. But…

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Definition De La Beaux

Definition De La Beaux long poem

Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.

Analysis Of The Written Word

Analysis Of The Written Word prose poem

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

Pain

Pain short poem

A hurt soul, tortured mind and cold heart an angry spirit, raging flame of pain and thirst to kill a heart breaking, chaotic lover with burning passion a sane killer taking spirits, hearts and souls putting fear in all that

Marionette

Marionette short poem

Marionettes made to do with hands on strings Serpants smiling squirming savage stings A hope for justice as the pendulum swings You’re in the arms of dark angels that sing Coarsing through your blood is acid The road now you

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife sonnet poems

The simple old man cherished self-determination, For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been; He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within, Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation; Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence

Coward

Coward short poem

Many a times I came back from the line of control They took the road of fear and crossed the enemy camp I tried to find peace in counting stars The day you put out the fire in fear of

Soaring

Soaring prose poem

Once again my mind takes flight . Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be. Different story lines as far as any mind’s eye can see. Dizzying vistas

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still

Begone Days

Begone Days short poem

BEGONE ERA Memories of Childhood are like a shining diamond in the chain of events Children of different era have different set of memories Tested and cherished children’s games of one particular era are sure to supercede games of the

St. Francis In Repose

St. Francis In Repose short poem

calm and quiet the sun breaks the branches creating shields of light and shadow all the creatures in the woods come to the feast the bears brought wine wolves, brought a pie the squirrels, brought a side dish from an

Cicero – American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker!

Cicero   American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker! ode

I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome

Overpowering

Overpowering short poem

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Love

Love prose poem

How mesmerising it is to have you infront of me, How loving it feels when you play with my hair, There is nothing more addictive than your caring embrace, There is no other fragrance better than yours that I wear.

Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty prose poem

Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful. I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden, Or the little butterfly that every child loves. I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,

Art Of Destruction

Art Of Destruction short poem

Never we value what God has blessed We value for what God has not blessed We are often not happy with our progress We feel unhappy about others progress We don’t understand what happiness is all about We understand what

Could This Be Love

Could This Be Love ballad

When I have too much going on in my head, I cast the world out by playing my music instead, But then all of a sudden I hear this different beat, And that rhythm I feel it in my feet.

I Spent My Soul

I Spent My Soul prose poem

I spent my soul on all the things That mattered to me the most, Like filling in the gaps between Shattered windshield of a moving car While letting my fingers bleed and hurt And pain soar from the inside, Dripping

Was It Worth It?

Was It Worth It? long poem

(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like

Competition

Competition prose poem

Everywhere you look in the world people are competing for something But there must also be some room for people everywhere to be uniting At times competition brings us together Yet there are times when it makes us fight against

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

The Melting

The Melting short poem

Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (part-i)

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (part i) long poem

Amazing and awesome dream you are, I wish this dream coming true tomorrow, With new hopes of enthusiasm and exuberance, When the Sun is curious to rise in the morning. Beautiful and becoming you are for me, That always reflect

Deceived Woman

Deceived Woman short poem

you always said “we’re meant to be” forgot to say “love is not free” I was the shadow of your sins you broke my heart without tears in every man I found you it sounds awful, but it was true

Love Sonnet 82

Love Sonnet 82 sonnet poems

A time to hear, a time to call above, A time for modesty, a time for fame, A time for anger, or a time for love, And time for love was that day when you came; Assigned to each, a

A Cup Of Coffee

A Cup Of Coffee short poem

The aroma of cappuccino, Tantalizes my soul, Reverberates through a memory, And resonates in my mind. A cup of coffee brews, Freshens up the mind, igniting a spark, To fall in love with it. A kiss of the cup, It

Bright Skies

Bright Skies short poem

Sleepless night Windy outside I counted the stars None is as shiny None as bright As my eyes When they meet yours Short blond hair A look like you don’t care But why did our hearts stop When our eyes

You Are My Friend

You Are My Friend short poem

You are my need , You are the truth . You are the one who killed my greed . With you in my life , I feel no danger . I can remember those days, When you fought for me