World Book Day Celebrations

World Book Day Celebrations

by | Feb 25, 2025 | Book Reviews, Books, Community Events, Emerald Book Club, Events, Poetry, Stories

Celebrate World Book Day 2025 with Emerald Book Club!

World Book Day 2025 is just around the corner, and Emerald Book Club is excited to bring you a full day of literary fun on March 6th! This year, we are celebrating with engaging activities across multiple platforms—WhatsApp, Facebook, Discord, and TikTok—to connect book lovers worldwide. Our theme, Celebrate Stories, Inspire Readers, is all about embracing the joy of reading and sharing it with others.

Join us for an unforgettable day filled with poetry, storytelling, quizzes, word games, and live discussions. Here’s everything you need to know about our World Book Day schedule:

📅 Event Schedule & Activities

📖 WhatsApp (9:00 AM – 11:00 AM GMT) – “Morning Book Club”

Start your day with an engaging discussion on books and reading habits!

  • 📌 Icebreaker: Share your current read in one sentence.
  • 📌 Quick Fire Word Game: Create a mini story using three given words.
  • 📌 Book Quote Challenge: Identify the book from a famous quote.
    🎤 Host: Joweriah and Joshua
    📍 WhatsApp Group Chat

📚 Facebook (1:00 PM – 3:00 PM GMT) – “Afternoon Story Time”

Join us for live storytelling and exciting book discussions!

  • 📌 Live Storytelling: Listen to members reading short stories or excerpts.
  • 📌 Book Trivia Quiz: Test your book knowledge with fun questions.
  • 📌 Poll: Vote for the next book club read.
    🎤 Host: Emerald Book Club
    📍 Facebook Live & Group Posts

🎤 Discord (6:00 PM – 8:00 PM GMT) – “Evening Poetry & Debates”

A night of poetry, storytelling, and engaging literary discussions.

  • 📌 Poetry Open Mic: Share original or favorite poems.
  • 📌 Interactive Storytelling: Members build a story together.
  • 📌 Debate Corner: Discuss hot topics like “Print vs Digital Books.”
    🎤 Host: Joshua
    📍 Emerald Book Club Discord Server (Voice & Text Channels)

📱 TikTok (All Day) – “Read, Create, Inspire”

Get creative and share your love for books with the world!

  • 📌 #ReadWithEmerald: Post 30-sec clips of your current reads.
  • 📌 BookTok Challenge: Fun trends like “Describe a book in 3 words.”
  • 📌 Live Q&A with a Book Enthusiast (If Possible)
    🎤 Host: Emerald Book Club
    📍 Emerald Book Club TikTok Page

📢 Get Involved & Spread the Word!

World Book Day Emerald Book Day

We invite all book lovers, writers, and literary enthusiasts to join us for this fantastic celebration. Let’s come together to inspire each other, share stories, and make World Book Day 2025 truly memorable!

📅 Save the date: March 6, 2025
📍 Join us on WhatsApp, Facebook, Discord, and TikTok
🔗 Follow us for updates and participation details!

Let’s celebrate the power of books together! 📚✨

Defeat by Khalil Gibran

Defeat by Khalil Gibran

by | Jan 27, 2025 | Life Poems, Poetic Flows Podcast, Poetry, Sad Poems, Wisdom Poems

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🔉 – POETIC FLOWS PODCAST

Defeat

By Kahlil Gibran
Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.

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Good Books by Edgar Guest

Good Books by Edgar Guest

by | Jan 20, 2025 | Book Poems, Books, Poetic Flows Podcast, Poetry, Reading Poems

Good Books
by
Edgar Guest

Good books are friendly things to own.
If you are busy they will wait.
They will not call you on the phone
Or wake you if the hour is late.
They stand together row by row,
Upon the low shelf or the high.
But if you’re lonesome this you know:
You have a friend or two nearby.

The fellowship of books is real.
They’re never noisy when you’re still.
They won’t disturb you at your meal.
They’ll comfort you when you are ill.
The lonesome hours they’ll always share.
When slighted they will not complain.
And though for them you’ve ceased to care
Your constant friends they’ll still remain.

Good books your faults will never see
Or tell about them round the town.
If you would have their company
You merely have to take them down.
They’ll help you pass the time away,
They’ll counsel give if that you need.
He has true friends for night and day
Who has a few good books to read.

Year’s End by Richard Wilbur

Year’s End by Richard Wilbur

by | Jan 1, 2025 | Life Poems, Nature Poems, Poems, Poetic Flows Podcast, Poetry, Winter Poems

Year’s End by Richard Wilbur

Now winter downs the dying of the year,   

And night is all a settlement of snow;

From the soft street the rooms of houses show   

A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,   

Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin   

And still allows some stirring down within.

I’ve known the wind by water banks to shake

The late leaves down, which frozen where they fell   

And held in ice as dancers in a spell   

Fluttered all winter long into a lake;   

Graved on the dark in gestures of descent,   

They seemed their own most perfect monument.

There was perfection in the death of ferns   

Which laid their fragile cheeks against the stone   

A million years. Great mammoths overthrown   

Composedly have made their long sojourns,   

Like palaces of patience, in the gray

And changeless lands of ice. And at Pompeii

The little dog lay curled and did not rise   

But slept the deeper as the ashes rose

And found the people incomplete, and froze   

The random hands, the loose unready eyes   

Of men expecting yet another sun

To do the shapely thing they had not done.

These sudden ends of time must give us pause.   

We fray into the future, rarely wrought

Save in the tapestries of afterthought.

More time, more time. Barrages of applause   

Come muffled from a buried radio.

The New-year bells are wrangling with the snow.

Copyright Credit: Richard Wilbur, “Year’s End” from Collected Poems 1943-2004

December by Thomas Parsons

December by Thomas Parsons

by | Dec 3, 2024 | December Poems, Life Poems, Nature Poems, Poems, Poetic Flows Podcast, Poetry, Winter Poems

December by Thomas Parsons

You have again made your way in,
Cold and beautiful.
You are December,
And I love you.
Despite the seasonal celebration,
I know you to be more.
You are calm,
You allow me to slow,
To envelope the tranquility I crave.
Your winds, December, though cold,
Allow me to feel the life in my cheeks,
And if I’m lucky,
It too will bring the sweetness
Of some distant firewood.
I welcome your snow, December.
So that I may sit wrapped in wool,
By candlelight,
The dog having nestled in as well,
Watching the frozen rain accumulate
On the branches of the birch and oak.
Though I live in the city,
I dream of loving you December,
Even more – if I were in nature.
Then I would feel closer to you,
As a lover may feel,
Or perhaps a mother to a child.
I would know, I think, how to
More fully know why I am in love
With you.
And being with you, December,
Brings me to life.

Written by Thomas Parsons

It is November by Elizabeth Shield

It is November by Elizabeth Shield

by | Nov 19, 2024 | Autumn Poems, Life Poems, Nature Poems, November Poems, Poems, Poetry

It Is November

It is November
And all the leaves face my way
Overlapping tussocks of grass
Like long forgotten hills
Dwelling in the overhang of fall

It is November
Orange ribbons hand in tatters
Patched up yellow cloaks are draped
And whisking in the wind
Then drifting to the earth
And becoming winters pillow

It is November
And there stands a lonely tower
Base adorned with red bushes
Flags no longer flying
Crouched and crippled by the frost

It is November
My feet bear down on acorns
A thousand fold
All left and forgotten
Even to the squirrels
Just a layer ‘neath my feet

It is November
The solitary pines stand solid
Near the ivy covered wall
Their boughs raise and hail the heavens
And their needles fall
As the autumn wind dances a mournful dance

It is November
Bare branches rake the cloudy skies
And scratch out their heartfelt pleas
Against cold glass windows
Seeking what they have lost and will not find

It is November
An old gate stands ajar
Beckoning to no one
Standing solidly open
Despite the cruel fall wind

It is November
Trees make colored circles
A fading gold on fading green
A fireworks display
Now falling to the ground

It is November
Cold air fills my body
Cruel wind tosses my hair
I seek a shelter from autumn
My door is open
Now I am home

Elizabeth Shield