Brittney Pennington

Poeple And Books

Not everyone’s a book you can read from front to back
you can judge them by there cover
for some people are like magazines full of gossip and half truths
and others are newspapers with all the facts even the boring one
then you have those who are those who are a mysteries story
and you just don’t get them
so pick a person and stop try to guess the end
for they may just surprise you and have an ending with a twist

Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 28, 2010
Poem Edited: Sunday, March 28, 2010

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Comments about Poeple And Books by Brittney Pennington

  • Siddharth Singh (3/29/2010 1:44:00 AM)

    Books and people interestingly juxtapositioned.
    A good write.

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  • Anna Mode (3/28/2010 10:52:00 AM)

    I absolutely adore the comparison between people and books.
    Such a fantastic poem.

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  • John KnightJohn Knight (3/28/2010 10:27:00 AM)

    Hi Britteny - Thanks for your invitation - I am pleased to be the first to comment. I love the content of this poem - a lovely idea - 'People are just like books - with a cover - and each one has a story inside them and a story to tell'. I love the comparison of different types of people with Magazines - Newspapers - Mystery Stories etc. What sort of book are you Brittany? I'm afraid I'm a Science Book - a bit of an Academic - but full of exciting experiments and surprises when you get to know me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! . I give it a TEN for content - but it could be tweeked a little to make it more of a POEM especially to recite. I will send you some ideas about this. Thanks for sharing your ideas. Love in Poetry - JOHN

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