Personification Poems | Personification Examples

red tulip always wanted to be human wishing made it so she pranced out of the garden flaunting her new feet hated by others...

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I'm infinitely more than just words on a blank paige I am... tenderness a beautiful art form a cry a scream a painter ...

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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet I love to sit and watch the clouds, as they dance across the big blue sky. If I watch and wait what will I see, animals like a zoo walking by. One day I ask a big bright white cloud, where are you going? I was shocked when it answered back, off...

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Sacrifice I was one of many on the Mount of Olives and every year produced batches of black olives. Sweet and black, my olives were prized near and far and my owner would always brag about his favorite tree. I was one of the first to be planted and was king of the grove. Till one day some strange men in...

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I am a freshwater fish Some of my kin have grown to ten feet I am shrimpy compared to them I stopped growing at six feet I live in a place with lots of dinner A lake that attracts worms, frogs, and rodents Sometimes I get a duck A duck tastes delightful! I look fierce With those two evil pretend canines hanging from my...

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pour me a drink ~ do you have a light? jazzy night dim the lights hold on tight out of range out of sight take me to new heights posted on April 13, 2025...

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The Now Continuum In the quiet pulse of the present's breath, Lies the secret, the power that outlasts death. Not in the past, where shadows cling tight, Nor in the future, a distant flight. The now, the moment, this sacred time, Where all is aligned, where hearts chime. It whispers, “You are the creator, the key, Unlock your truth, and just let it...

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Entry for your choice M poetry Contest Brian Strand *Inspired by photo This tree stands alone with another nearby Nature's friend, who is not shy Standing high in the mountains, to be seen I am consumed by freedom, so serene I am high, reaching for the blue sky Looking down on the road, of passers by I am a tree healing, growing, my...

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The mighty wind buffets And the trees cry bitter tears I try to hang on to my limb "Don't let go!" shutting my eyes to the debris ...

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I drove the meaning of the poem home, dropped her at her front door, then drove home alone. And I never heard much more about her after that, except a rumor that some scholarly types had made a sanctum of her flat, where twice a month they meet to chew the fat....

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A tiny footstep, awakens my wooden planks Who goes there? My inner journeying voice asks...

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The mulberry trees are, awaking with new life. I am feeling my new green leaves, coming from my many branches. Spring is here, showing off her beauty. What do I see, a butterfly house? It is tucked beneath my many branches, hidden in my new green leaves. Colorful butterflies now appear, dressed in their finest colorful wings. As I watch I see, beautiful butterflies dance from flower to...

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The Lion roars from the highest peak it may reach His voice covers the savanna And all will hear His call He calls out to the lost To the hurt and broken He shouts to them to lift them up Above the dying canyon. The Lion cries out to them, "Let them be free, Free from pain and suffering, Free from the dark surroundings." The Lion...

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If hope is all the shadows you see, let it surrounds me If fear is the mountain that lies beyond the sea, let it departs from here.We are trying to rebuild our lives again and invite some new friends us, after forty-five years of trying to climb the stairs and I finally got there. I journey...

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Wind, winds—why do I feel this way? The connection in me feels the disconnection of leaves Fleeting, hoping, embracing the feel of nostalgia. But, should I call it loneliness? Why do leaves let go? Is it really a painful metamorphosis, or just a transformation of seasons? Why do my feelings go with wind, is it the part of me I’ve been...

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