Books Are People Poem by Stephanie Dower
Books Are People
The floorboards creak beneath my feet.
And a hush hangs in the air.
You can smell the dust and old.
Shops like this are rare.
If you listen carefully,
You can hear the muffled snores,
Of every single sleeping book,
In the whole book store.
Gently open up a Tome
And watch it stretch and yawn.
The charming fellow's cover is scuffed,
And some of his pages are torn.
How can anyone say,
That books aren't people or a race?
I say books are people,
Why else have they spines and a face?
Lovely poem...thanks for sharing. Loved the last line, Books are people, why else have they faces and spines.
Books are more than people because to read a book for first time is to make an acquaintance and to re rread the book is to meet an old friend. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
Metaphor and personification is exceptionally employed, Books are people for sure. Nice one.
Kay Staley said it best today. I will add my 'Amen' to everything she said!
cute imagery, immaculate story telling - lovely choice, thanks!
Wow. That's all that needs to be said, but since I'm in love with words, (who is to say that words are not also alive) I will say more. Very simple language, great rhyme scheme, great length (just long enough to get the readers attention and then drastically fade away) and a cute but sophisticated idea too. Very nice; I'm so glad that this poem got on the poem of the day.
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12/6/2025 6:29:06 AM # 1.0.0
Yes, if you want to know about people, read their writings. Good thought