Books

You’re always there for me,
Ready to take me back,
No matter how long I neglect you,
You sit there in a stack.

You line my shelves in a disarrayed order,
You poke out from under the bed,
Always there to be my protector,
From the bad dreams that I dread.

The rustle of your pages,
Leads me though different places,
Of different imaginations,
And many, many unique faces.

Awesome poem. It was very creative and good for a first start.

warder

I dont think this word fit well here. Try to come up with some thing to help the flow.

Keep up the good work!
~Tiff

I loved it. It fit the theme well, and I couldn't spot any problems with this. Nice choice of words, very good rhythm. I wish I could write like you. You write poetry well, and I'll be looking forwards to seeing more from you. Gold star!

Way to honour books!
I'm not a poetry expert,
But I could still tell that the poem flowed well,
And I liked the words you chose.
Well done! *claps*
I loved it

~Books rock~

*DaughteroftheMoon* wrote:You’re always there for me,
Ready to take me back,
No matter how long I neglect you,
You sit there in a stack.

You are emphasizing...what, exactly? The loyalty of a book? Of course it will always be there for you - it has nowhere to go. I'm not sure if this was supposed to be a comedic part or not but it does not come off as very profound because what you seem to uphold is supposed to be a commonality for an object like a book. I do not detect any type of metaphorical reference as well, which is not a good sign when there is nothing else to prop up the stanza.

You line my shelves in a disarrayed order,
You poke out from under the bed,
Always there to be my warder,
From the bad dreams that I dread.

The rhyme here is forced. "Warder" sounds especially uncomfortable because

a) it looks like a typo that should have been "warden"
b) there are many more descriptive and imaginative words you could have used when referencing a defender of the mind

I would suggest change it; if it's too hard to keep the rhyme of the stanza together, though, then do not focus too much on this.

The rustle of your pages,
Leads me though different places,
Of different imaginations,
And many, many unique faces.

I've heard the last two lines from almost literally every exaltation of books I've read. Stimulating the imagination...far away places...meeting different people within the pages...these have all been used to praise books ad infinitum. Find some original aspect and replace it for these.

Thanks Galerius, I can always count on you for a good and honest review.