Sad 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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Piggies Pinky, Poinky, and Puck
were sloshing in the summery farmyard's murky muck.
It was the day before slaughter,
and they were enjoying the lukewarm water,
and the chorus...

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Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling
It implores me to act
Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour
Reminding me of our pact

It pleads, it begs, It...

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The very first time I saw you, you became a part of me. It was a priceless moment that I will never forget. A little...

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“minus identity .  . who am I?” - Unseeking Seeker

I am a boat not anchored to the shore.
The waves keep crashing me. They’re coming...

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My shadow wears
a pink frilly dress
a sun hat with handpicked flowers
shoes that compliment everything
Her hair is like a noisy ocean down to her waist
beautiful and...

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Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~

Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be...

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Poetry is moody, she can be pouty and sad.
She can be vibrant, dancing the chicken dance.
I allow her freedom to be herself.
It does me no...

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No pretty coloured feathers 
I always dress in black
To some I’m a bad omen
so sad folk often think that
I have the largest bird brain
I mate...

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I am an Ibis, a wading bird.
Times have become quite absurd.
My family used to enjoy the wetlands.
The cool fresh water answered all our demands.
The global...

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SHE WOLF’S … A MAMA TOO

She wolf’s howls piercing the air, makes 
Mama Bisons panic!
Our young running here, everywhere,
I”m fearful, yes … frantic!

She wolf’s hot...

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I’m a really big gal from Africa.
My legs are like pillars and a trunk and tusks I’ve got.
You’re safe with me; I don’t eat meat.
I...

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I am a gate in a cemetery and have been for many years,
when opening or closing I now creak, groan and moan;
I am real...

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A frustrated poet had a paralyzed pen.
She wailed, “When you will move,when!”
The pen with sad eyes,looked up in dismay
“Mistress,my brain cartridge is empty this day.”

She...

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SPRING


  Shimmering Sun shines soft closing cold chilled frosty shivering term.
  Spring in zest, zeal and zing on little warmth with charismatic charm.
...

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