Poems That You Have to Read Again

"Oh, for a nook and a storybook. With tales both new and old. For a jolly good volume whereon to wait. Is better to me than gold."— Old English Song.

April is National Poetry Month . In honor and commemoration of the largest literary commemoration in the earth, I've compiled a listing of 26 of our favorite poems about books, of course books. These inspiring poems will take y'all into the fascinating globe of books, only to have you return with a volume or two within you. They are simple, brusque, and fun for readers of all ages. All you have to do is dive through the pages. If, even still,  yous're unsure of what's in shop; rest bodacious, they'll leave you yearning for more. Take a wait!

I Opened a Book
By Julia Donaldson

I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody tin find me.
I've left my chair, my business firm, my road,
My town and my world behind me.

I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring,
I've swallowed the magic potion.
I've fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.

I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily always later on.

I finished my volume and out I came.
The cloak tin can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.

In that location is no Frigate like a Book
By Emily Dickinson

In that location is no Frigate like a Volume
To have united states of america Lands abroad
Nor any Coursers similar a Page
Of prancing Poetry.
This Traverse may the poorest have
Without oppress of Toll;
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul!

Read to Me
By Jane Yolen

Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes
Read to me stories of magical times
Read to me tales about castles and kings
Read to me stories of fabulous things
Read to me pirates and read to me knights
Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights
Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then
When yous are finished- please read them over again.

Notes on the Art of Poetry
Past Dylan Thomas

I could never accept dreamt that at that place were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and and then many blinding brilliant lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million $.25 and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own please and glory and oddity and lite.

Chance
Past Anonymous

Here's an take chances! What awaits
Across these closed, mysterious gates?
Whom shall I meet, where shall I become?
Beyond the lovely land I know?
Above the heaven, across the sea?
What shall I learn and feel and be?
Open, strange doors, to practiced or ill!
I hold my jiff a moment all the same
Before the magic of your look.
What shall you do to me, O book?

Open A Volume,
By Jane Baskwill

Open a book
And y'all will find
People and places of every kind;
Open a book
And you tin can be
Anything that you want to exist;
Open a book
And you can share
Wondrous worlds yous find in at that place;
Open up a book
And I will too
You read to me
And I'll read to yous.

I Met a Dragon Face to Face up
By Jack Prelutsky

I met a dragon face to confront
the year when I was x,
I took a trip to outer infinite,
I braved a pirate's den,
I wrestled with a wicked troll,
and fought a peachy white shark,
I trailed a rabbit down a hole,
I hunted for a snark.

I stowed aboard a submarine,
I opened magic doors,
I traveled in a fourth dimension machine,
and searched for dinosaurs,
I climbed atop a giant's head,
I found a pot of golden,
I did all this in 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 piles of books are a mile loftier.
How I love them!
How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the fourth dimension I read them.

Skillful Books
Past Edgar Guest

Good books are friendly things to own.
If you are busy they will wait.
They will non call yous on the phone
Or wake you if the 60 minutes is late.
They stand together row by row,
Upon the depression shelf or the high.
Just if you're lonesome this you know:
You have a friend or ii nearby.

The fellowship of books is existent.
They're never noisy when you're still.
They won't disturb you at your repast.
They'll comfort you when y'all are sick.
The lonesome hours they'll e'er share.
When slighted they will not mutter.
And though for them yous've ceased to intendance
Your constant friends they'll nonetheless remain.

Good books your faults will never see
Or tell most them round the town.
If yous would accept their company
Yous but take to accept them downward.
They'll aid you pass the fourth dimension away,
They'll counsel give if that you demand.
He has true friends for night and day
Who has a few practiced books to read.

At that place is a Land
Past Leland B. Jacobs

There is a country –
A marvelous land –
Where trolls and giants dwell;
Where witches
With their bitter brew
Tin can cast a magic spell;
Where mermaids sing,
Where carpets fly,
Where, in the midst of night,
Brownies dance
To cricket tunes;
And ghosts, all shivery and white,
Prowl and moan.
There is a state
Of magic folks and deeds,
And anyone
Tin visit at that place
Who reads and reads and reads.

Adventures with Books
By Velda Blumhagen

Books are ships that sail the seas
To lands of snow or jungle trees.
And I'm the helm bold and free
Who will determine which place nosotros'll meet.
Come, allow united states of america canvass the magic send.

Books are trains in many lands,
Crossing hills or desert sands.
And I'thou the engineer who guides
The train on its heady rides.
Come, let us ride the magic train.

Books are zoos that brand a domicile
For birds and beasts non free to roam.
And I'thou the keeper of the zoo,
I choose the things to evidence to you.
Come, let us visit in a zoo.

Books are gardens, fairies, elves,
Cowboys, and people similar ourselves.
And I can discover with one good wait
Just what I want inside a volume.
Come, let united states read! For reading's fun!

The Reading Female parent
Past Strickland Gillilan

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the body of water,
Cutlasses clenched in their xanthous teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.

I had a Mother who read me lays
Of aboriginal and gallant and aureate days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a correct to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
Truthful to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his terminal breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy centre brings –
Stories that stir with an upwards affect,
Oh, that each female parent of boys were such!

You may take tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I yous tin can never be –
I had a Mother who read to me.

What is a Book?
By Lora Daunt

A book is pages, pictures and words
A book is animals, people and birds
A book is stories of queens and kings
Poems and songs-so many things!
Curled in a corner where I can hide
With a book I can journey far and wide
Though it'southward only paper from end to end
A volume is a very special friend.

Books
By Helen H. Moore

If you read a few, then you'll know information technology'due south truthful:
Books are good for you!
Chefs read melt books,
Pirates? "Hook" books!
Piffling kids read lift-and-look books!
We read books of poems and prose –
Some of these and some of those.
Read some also, and you'll agree,
Books are good for y'all and me!

Pass The Poems, Please
By Jane Baskwill

Laissez passer the verse form please
Pile them on my plate
Put them correct in forepart of me
For I can hardly expect
To take each tangy word
To effort each tasty rhyme
And when I've tried them in one case or twice
I'll try them one more time:
So pass the poems please
They just won't leave my head
I have to have more poems
Before I get to bed.

Reading in Bed
Past Helen H. Moore

Oh, what could be better
Than reading in bed,
Or thinking virtually
All the books that you've read?

With someone who loves you,
A father, a mother,
A doll, or a pet,
Or a sister or brother,

A grandma, a grandad,
An uncle, an aunt –
(Tin yous remember of annihilation better?
I tin't!)

While exterior the heaven
Is all twinkling with calorie-free,
From stars that shine downwardly
As nosotros sleep through the night.

Oh, what could be amend
Than sleepin in bed,
When the books that you love
Fill the dreams in your head?

Happy Chimney Corner Days
Past Robert Louis Stevenson

Summertime fading, winter comes –
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, wintertime rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Notwithstanding we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children'southward eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the film story-books.

Nosotros may see how all things are,
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the flick story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading pic story-books

Books are for Looks
Past Isabelle Spooner

Books are for looks; a expect for a tale
Of possible a lion, a tiger, or a whale.

A look for adventure, exciting, intense
With mystery unfolding and growing suspense.

A await for a fact, to inform or relate,
A flick, a poem, or a give-and-take to locate.

You lot never can tell when you first to await
What interesting things may come up in a book!

I Like a Book
By M. Lucille Ford

I like a book. Information technology tells me things
Of ancient peoples and their kings
And what they used to do;
Of giants in some far-off land
And things I hardly sympathise,
Both make-believe and true.

I like books. It's fun to see
How interesting they can be –
As people are. So
I try to treat them like a friend
And many pleasant hours spend
In learning what they know.

Books
Past Solveig Paulson Russell

Books are friends who take you far
Wherever you would go,
From torrid lands and jungle ways
To northern fields of snow.

Books bring us gifts from long ago
And hints of future days,
And lead the mind refreshingly
On unfamiliar ways.

Books are the chests of pirate gold
Where wealth in stories lies
Every bit varied as the clouds that accident
Across November skies.

Reading Books
By Vivian Chiliad. Gouled

I similar to read all kinds of books
To entertain myself,
And so I'thousand glad when I tin can take
A book down from the shelf.

I like the picture books of planes,
Of flowers, birds, and ships
From which I tin imagine that
I'm taking wonder trips.

I similar the books with stories in
And also books of rhymes;
I oftentimes try to learn a few
And say them lots of times.

I like to read all kinds of books
I find upon the shelf –
Peculiarly now that I
Can read all by myself!

The Land of Story-books
By Robert Louis Stevenson

At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the burn my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And practice not play at anything.

Now, with my picayune gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest rail
Away behind the sofa back.

At that place, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I take read
Till it is fourth dimension to go to bed.

These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to potable.

I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like to an Indian sentry,
Effectually their party prowled near.

So, when my nurse comes in for me,
Home I return beyond the ocean,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story-books.

Magic Keys
By Leah Gibbs Knobbe

Would you like to travel far
From the identify where at present yous are?
Read a volume!

Would you nature's secrets know,
How her children live and grow?
Read a book!

Is it take chances that you require,
On country or on ocean wave?
Read a book!

Would you like to talk with kings?
Or to wing with Lindbergh'southward wings?
Read a volume!

Would yous look on days gone by?
Know scientific reasons why?
Read a book!

The world before you will unfold,
For a magic key y'all hold
In a book!

Storyboat
By Bobbi Katz

It'southward time to read a story,
and so climb aboard with me,
and we can canvas a storyboat
across a magic sea.
We can visit jungles
or rub noses with a comport.
We can visit anyplace
and sail to anywhere.
Nosotros can learn a lot of stuff
from sailin storyboats –
like how to ride on elephants
or how skinks got striped coats.
We tin can run across a agglomeration of kids
that we'll be glad to know,
and when the summer gets too hot,
we'll sail in seas of snow!

When Mother Reads Aloud
By Bearding

When Mother reads aloud, the by
Seems real as every day;
I hear the tramp of armies vast,
I encounter the spears and lances cast,
I join the thrilling fray;
Brave knights and ladies fair and proud
I come across when Mother reads aloud.

When Mother reads aloud, far lands
Seem very near and truthful;
I cross the desert'southward gleaming sands,
Or hunt the jungle'southward prowling bands,
Or sail the ocean blue.
Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
I scale, when Female parent reads aloud.

When Mother reads aloud, I long
For noble deeds to do –
To help the right, redress the wrong;
It seems so easy to be potent,
So unproblematic to exist true.
Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd
My eyes, when Female parent reads aloud.

When You Tin Read
By Bobbi Katz

When you lot can read, then you tin can go
from Kalamazoo to Idaho –
Or read directions that explain
just how to build a model aeroplane –
Or broil a cake or cook a stew –
The words will tell you what to do!
When you can read, so yous can play
a brand new game the proper way –
Or become a alphabetic character from a friend
and read it . . . to the very end!

By Dawn Hoff, Book Kids

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