Horror Personification Poems

The horror of Covid dead bodies pile up in the grass,
they died alone and now my growing is disturbed;
bury them deep, so I, the grass...

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There's a river that never dries
People visit, swim on and cries
A river with water that fries
Under the sun, simmer and spies

A river that runs so...

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I found you in the market
Your eyes lit up with a glow
I sat you on the pouch
Putting on a show
With ghosts and goblins
Laughing and screaming
The...

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Dear soil of the Earth, 
     please hide me. I'm the last one left!
     I repeat once...

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She was the plainest buzzard in the chicken coop.
Man, is she plain, the roosters used to say.
But one rooster gave her a chance. They shared...

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Is a place born bad?
Can evil seep in cement,
fear grow then wilt within vine?

Something with no name
weighs in rooms dark, light finite.
Doors lock. Windows look,...

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Looking at the mirror 
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor 
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not...

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A creepy-looking lit jack 'o lantern takes perverse pleasure in startling 
Trick-or-treating kids. It waits until they get to the door, then lets out 
A...

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Walking down the street one dark night; I passed some road working equipment.  Down the road a bit, I felt I was being followed....

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My mom’s a wolf,
So is my brother and my dad,
My sister’s a wolf,
But she’s not that bad.

Mom is a white,
Sister is a gold,
Brother is a...

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My love is black widow spun
Got a red hourglass abdomen,
and a deadly sac of emotional poison

Don’t let my eight millimeter eyes
zoom it’s spider focus on...

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Two and twenty springs
thick boughs and fragile twigs
hued in foilage's deep green
amidst the blossomed serene

pods burst,floated in wind,our seeds
and thousands and more leaves
drunk in life...

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surrounded by ones like me,
I've been with them from creation,
So I guess they are family.

Sometimes we are jostled around, 
our bodies knocking into eachother. 
We...

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I’m always loud. I was never really good at whispering 

I have a love/hate relationship with people and animals

I suffer from bulimia and my vomit...

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He forced his way in 
'Matthew' they said his name was 
He completely blew a hole in our lives 
Obliterating out modest homes 
Like a...

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