“oh, for a corner and a storybook. with stories new and old. for a good book to look at. is better to me than gold.”— old English song.
You are reading: Poetry about books and reading
April is National Poetry Month. In honor and celebration of the world’s largest literary celebration, I’ve compiled a list of 26 of our favorite poems about books, of course, books. these inspirational poems will take you to the fascinating world of books, only to come back with a book or two inside you. they are simple, short and fun for readers of all ages. all you have to do is dive through the pages. if, even so, you are not sure what awaits you; rest assured that they will leave you wanting more. take a look!
i opened a book by julia donaldson
I opened a book and went inside. Now no one can find me I have left behind my chair, my house, my path, my town and my world.
I wear the cape, I put on the ring, I swallowed the magic potion. I fought a dragon, dined with a king, and plunged into a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends. I shared her tears and laughter and followed her bumpy, curvy road to happily ever after.
I finished my book and left. the cloak can no longer hide me. my chair and my house are the same, but I have a book inside.
there is no frigate like a book by emily dickinson
There is no frigate like a book to take us far away lands or steeds like a page of rearing poetry. This crossing is taken by the poorest without toll burdens; how frugal is the chariot that carries the human soul!
read me by jane yolen
read me riddles and read me rhymes read me tales of magical times read me tales of castles and kings read me tales of fabulous things read me pirates and read me knights read me dragons and dragon-fights books read me spaceships and cowboys and then when you’re done read them again.
notes on the art of poetry by dylan thomas
I could never have dreamed that there were such happenings in the world between the covers of books, such sandstorms and icy blasts of words, such amazing peace, such enormous laughter, such and so many blinding bright lights, dotting everything. over the pages in a million fragments, all of which were words, words, words, and each of which was alive forever in its own delight, glory, weirdness, and light.
adventure by anonymous
here’s an adventure! what awaits beyond these closed and mysterious doors? Who will I find, where will I go? Beyond the beautiful land I know? above the sky, across the sea? What should I learn and feel and be? open doors, strangers, to good or evil! I hold my breath for a moment even before the magic of your gaze. what will you do to me, oh book?
open a book, by jane baskwill
Open a book and you’ll find people and places of all kinds; open a book and you can be whatever you want to be; open a book and you can share wonderful worlds you find there; open a book and I will read it for myself too and I will read it to you.
i met a dragon face to face by jack prelutsky
I met a dragon face to face the year I was ten, I took a trip to outer space, I faced a pirate’s lair, I fought an evil troll and I fought a great white shark, I followed a rabbit down a hole, I looked for a snark.
stowed away aboard a submarine, opened magic doors, traveled in a time machine and looked for dinosaurs, climbed on the head of a giant, found a pot of gold, did all this in the books I read when I was ten years old.
books to the ceiling by arnold lobel
books to the ceiling, books to the sky, my book stacks are a mile high. How I love them! how i need them! I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.
good books by edgar guest
good books are friendly things to own. if you are busy, they will wait for you. They won’t call you on the phone or wake you up if it’s late. they stand together row by row, on the low or high shelf. but if you are alone you know this: you have a friend or two nearby.
the communion of books is real. they are never noisy when you are quiet. they won’t bother you with your food. They will comfort you when you are sick. the lonely hours they will always share. when they are despised they do not complain. and although you have stopped worrying about them, your constant friends will continue to be.
good books your faults will never be seen or talked about around town. if you want to have their company, you simply have to shoot them down. They will help you pass the time, they will give you advice if you need it. he has real friends for the night and the day he has some good books to read.
there is a land of leland b. jacobs
There is a land, a wondrous land, where trolls and giants dwell; where witches with their bitter brew can cast a magic spell; where the sirens sing, where the rugs fly, where, in the middle of the night, the brownies dance to the sound of cricket; and ghosts, all quivering and white, hover and moan. there is a land of magical people and deeds, and anyone who reads and reads and reads can visit it.
adventures with books by velda blumhagen
books are ships that sail the seas towards lands of snow or jungle trees. and I am the bold and free captain who will decide where we meet. Come, let’s sail the magic ship.
books are trains in many lands, crossing hills or desert sands. and I am the engineer who guides the train on its exciting journeys. Come, let’s ride the magic train.
books are zoos that provide a home for birds and animals that cannot roam freely. and I’m the zookeeper, I choose the things to show you. come, let’s visit in a zoo.
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books are gardens, fairies, elves, cowboys and people like us. and I can find with a good look just what I want inside a book. Come on, let’s read! to have fun reading!
the reading mother by strickland gillilan
I had a mother who read me sagas of pirates who sailed the sea, cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth, “blackbirds” stored in the cellar below.
I had a mother who read me ballads of ancient days, gallant and golden; stories of marmion and ivanhoe, that every child has the right to know.
I had a mother who read me tales of gelert, the hound of the welsh hills, faithful to his trust until his tragic death, faithfulness mixed with his last breath.
I had a mother who would read to me the things that healthy living brings to a child’s heart, stories that stir with an ascending touch, oh that every mother of children would be like that!
You may have untold tangible wealth; of jewels and chests of gold. richer than you can ever be: I had a mother who read to me.
what is a book? by lora daunt
a book is pages, images and words a book is animals, people and birds a book is stories of queens and kings poems and songs, so many things! huddled in a corner where i can hide with a book i can travel far and wide even if it’s just paper cover to cover a book is a very special friend.
books by helen h. mooring
if you read some, you’ll know it’s true: books are good for you! Do chefs read cookbooks, pirates? “hook” books! toddlers read pick up and look books! we read books of poetry and prose, some of these and some of those. do some reading too, and you’ll agree, books are good for you and me!
pass me the poems, please by jane baskwill
pass me the poem please stack it on my plate put it right in front of me because I can hardly wait to take every spicy word to taste every savory rhyme and when I’ve tried them once or twice I’ll try one. more time: so pass me the poems, please, they don’t go out of my head. I have to have more poems before I go to bed.
reading in bed by helen h. mooring
oh, what could be better than reading in bed or thinking about all the books you’ve read?
with someone who loves you, a father, a mother, a doll, a pet, a sister or a brother,
a grandmother, a grandfather, an uncle, an aunt – (can you think of anything better? I can’t!)
while outside the sky shines with light, from the stars that shine while we sleep all night.
oh, what could be better than sleeping in bed, when the books you love fill the dreams in your head?
happy days in the fireplace corner by robert louis stevenson
summer fades, winter comes: frosty mornings, thumb-tingling window robins, winter rooks, and the picture books.
The water has now turned into nurse stone and I can walk on it; we still find the flowing streams in picture storybooks.
all the pretty things set, wait for the sight of children, sheep and shepherds, trees and thieves, in picture storybooks.
We can see what all things are like, seas and cities, near and far, and what flying fairies look like, in illustrated storybooks.
how am I to sing your praises, happy days in the corner of the fireplace, sitting safe in the corners of the nursery, reading picture storybooks?
the books are for the isabelle spooner look
books are for appearance; look for a story of a possible lion, tiger, or whale.
a look at adventure, exciting, intense, with unfolding mystery and mounting suspense.
search for a fact, report or relate, an image, a poem or a word to locate.
You never know when you start looking at what interesting things might appear in a book!
I like a book of me. lucille ford
I like a book. He tells me things about ancient peoples and their kings and what they did; of giants in a faraway land and things I barely understand, both fictional and true.
I like books. it’s fun to see how interesting they can be, as are people. and so I try to treat them as a friend and spend many pleasant hours learning what they know.
books by solveig paulson russell
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Books are friends that take you far wherever you go, from steamy lands and jungle paths to northern snowfields.
Books bring us gifts of old and hints of days to come, refreshingly leading the mind down uncharted paths.
Books are pirate chests of gold where wealth lies in stories as varied as the clouds that blow through the November skies.
read books by vivian g. thrashed
I like to read all kinds of books for entertainment, so I’m glad when I can get a book off the shelf.
I like picture books of planes, flowers, birds, and boats where I can imagine I’m taking wonderful trips.
I like story books and also rhyming books; I often try to learn some and say them many times.
I like to read all kinds of books I find on the shelf, particularly now that I can read them by myself!
the land of storybooks by robert louis stevenson
at dusk, when the lamp is lit, my parents sit around the fire; they sit at home and talk and sing, and they don’t play games.
now, with my little pistol, I crawl in the dark along the wall, following the forest path behind the back of the sofa.
There, at night, where no one can spy, in my hunting camp I lie down and play with the books I’ve read until it’s time to go to bed.
These are the hills, these are the forests, these are my starry solitudes; and there the river to whose shore the roaring lions come to drink.
I see the others in the distance as if they were lying in a camp lit by fire, and I, like an Indian scout, prowled around their group.
so, when my nurse comes for me, I walk home across the sea and go to bed staring off into my beloved storybook land.
magic keys by leah gibbs knobbe
Would you like to travel far from the place where you are now? read a book!
Would you know the secrets of nature, how her children live and grow? read a book!
is adventure what you crave, on land or in the waves of the sea? read a book!
Would you like to talk to the kings? or fly with lindbergh’s wings? read a book!
Would you look at the days gone by? Do you know the scientific reasons why? read a book!
The world before you will unfold, by a magic key you have in a book!
storyboat by bobbi katz
It’s time to read a story, so come on board with me and we can sail on a storybook ship across a magical sea. we can visit jungles or rub our noses with a bear. we can visit any place and navigate to any place. We can learn many things by sailing on fairytale ships, such as riding elephants or how skinks put on striped coats. we get to meet a bunch of kids we’d love to meet, and when the summer gets too hot, we’ll sail on seas of snow!
when the mother reads aloud by anonymous
When the mother reads aloud, the past seems as real as every day; I hear the passage of vast armies, I see the spears and spears thrown, I join the exciting fray; brave knights and beautiful and proud ladies I meet when my mother reads aloud.
when the mother reads aloud, the distant lands seem very near and true; I cross the shimmering sands of the desert, or hunt the marauding gangs of the jungle, or sail the blue ocean. Distant heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud, I climb, when the mother reads aloud.
When my mother reads aloud, I long for noble deeds to be done: help good, correct evil; It seems so easy to be strong, so simple to be true. oh, thick and fast, visions fill my eyes, when my mother reads aloud.
when you can read by bobbi katz
when you can read, then you can go from kalamazoo to idaho, or read instructions that explain how to build a model airplane, bake a cake or cook a stew – the words will tell you what to do! when he knows how to read, then he can play a whole new game in the proper way, or receive a letter from a friend and read it. . . to the end!
by dawn hoff, children’s books
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