Rain Personification Poems

"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...

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The Storm uttered his vengeful voice   
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his...

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I recline with my cherry tree musings…

a fountain of blossoms 
cherub cheek complected 
rise and curve from the ground 
up into a heaven and cloud...

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                      I am...
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“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.

The gust...

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It cowers in the corner,
newly born.
I turn my spite-soaked back,
riddled with resentment
and pull the thin veil
to sink beneath its cover.
I will not watch it crawl,
but...

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I am the poet of the garden, hear my song
My petals are pages where verses belong
Rooted in the earth, yet reaching for the sky
I write...

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In the palm of nightforest and rain 
I leave imprints on sands ,
my  flesh baked by the elements --my nipples and breasts darting towards...

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She’s dainty and pretty in pink and purple
Modeling her ruffled dress and her fuchsia hat
As her long and slender legs dance in the wind
She’s intoxicatingly...

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I am the mountain that stands still in the sky,
casting away doubt to all questions why
I stand with strength, the same you are granted
Sharing the...

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Refreshing Rain sits beside Withering Rose
inquiring if He might settle around Her.
She gladly accepts the offer He bestows,
a more precious blessing She could not prefer.
She...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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CLOUD

I am a cloud, floating up here today
White with edges touched with grey
Look up, look up, even if you stare

Some call me fluffy but that’s...

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 I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops...

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My Creator-endowed rays of celestial magnitude
Emit solar power, enabling Earth’s existence-plenitude
Fulfilling my commitment to rise daily with glowing altitude…

Vibrantly warming mankind toward enthusiastic attitude
I brighten...

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