Phil Soar

Gold Star - 47,519 Points (28.06.1952)

Books - Poem by Phil Soar

To the pages of books I have lost myself in
I thank the author for allowing me in
For developing stories I've found so intense
That I've managed to touch every innocent sense
Every epic proportion as chapters unveil
Keeping me occupied, not letting me fail
To imagine the scenes that the writer explores
Allowing inside, and opening doors
Imagining things as the words flow like streams
Casting the pages to inside my dreams
And when the book ends and is placed on the shelf
I wish I could write something like it myself

Topic(s) of this poem: reading


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015



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