Personification Poems - Page 2

The Summer
- By Sydney Harris
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2019 with permission of the Author.
Hello, I am Sydney Harris, and I am in fifth grade. I love to write and dance. I am very inspired by other poets' poetry. I am originally from California and now I live in London. Enjoy my poem!

Descriptive Poem About The Beach

in Beach Poems

The saffron-yellow sun grins on top of the beige sand,
and the aquamarine waves wash up onto the seashore.
The towering palm trees sway from side to side
as the gentle wind whistles through the beach.

The saffron-yellow sun grins on top of the beige sand,
and the aquamarine waves wash up onto the seashore.
The towering palm trees sway from side to side
as the gentle wind whistles through the beach.

The field of vivid flowers dance and smile underneath the lime colored grass,
and the flap of a monarch butterfly's wings soar through the broad meadow.
The coconut and lemon ice cream dripping down my hand
as the sun melts it like ice.

The swimmers sitting on the silver seats and speaking to each other
and watching the surfers surf on their surfboards.
The sun drifting down as it suddenly gets darker and darker...
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There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)
- By Sara Teasdale
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The Sedition Act of 1918 made it a crime to express any dissenting views about the U.S. involvements in World War I. This forced writers like Sara Teasdale to express their opposition to the war in more subtle ways. The poem suggests that even if humans were to be destroyed by war, the earth would continue to exist and even flourish without us. The personification of Spring as being indifferent to the fate of humanity emphasizes that the meaning of our existence is something that we create for ourselves, and that nature is not concerned with us. The poem is a powerful statement against the wasteful nature of war, and a reminder that we must strive to protect the natural world that sustains us.

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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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Northern Star
- By Kelly Graham
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2016 with permission of the Author.
A few years ago I was on a self-destructive path, and the only gentleman in my life was my granddad, J.R.H. Graham. He was the best person you could meet. He was my granddad, my idol, my life. I heard a song called "Northern Star" by Hole, which gave me the idea to write this poem, because if you're lost you use the northern star to navigate to safety. And my granddad was that safe place.

Guiding Light Of A Loving Mentor

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Northern Star, Northern Star,
I gaze up at you from afar.
Shining brightly in the curtain of night,
Northern Star, you are my light.

Northern Star, Northern Star,
I gaze up at you from afar.
Shining brightly in the curtain of night,
Northern Star, you are my light.

Your beams of light fall on my face.
I wish to remain in this beautiful place.
Silenced by your beauty,
Northern Star, you flow through me.

You place me where I should be.
I'm grateful you made me feel free.
You've always been the rock in my wall.
Northern Star, don't ever let me fall.

Northern Star, you are so bright.
I look up at you every night.
You've always helped me deal with strife.
Northern Star, you are my life.

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The Room Of My Life
- By Anne Sexton
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Anne Sexton is a famous poet known for writing about challenging topics, often expressing despair in her work. In the poem "Room of Life," she reveals the troubled life she led through vivid imagery, including objects that seem to take on a life of their own. Sexton sees each object in her room as a reflection of her own life, including the books, the typewriter, the phone, and even the windows. She feeds both the world outside and her own inner world, but she struggles to find meaning in her existence.

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Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,

Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
the suffering brother of the wood walls,
the forty-eight keys of the typewriter
each an eyeball that is never shut,
the books, each a contestant in a beauty contest,
the black chair, a dog coffin made of Naugahyde,
the sockets on the wall
waiting like a cave of bees,
the gold rug
a conversation of heels and toes,
the fireplace
a knife waiting for someone to pick it up,
the sofa, exhausted with the exertion of a whore,
the phone
two flowers taking root in its crotch,
the doors
opening and closing like sea clams,
the lights
poking at me,
lighting up both the soil and the laugh.
The windows,
the starving windows
that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
Each day I feed the world out there
although birds explode
right and left.
I feed the world in here too,
offering the desk puppy biscuits.
However, nothing is just what it seems to be.
My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.
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The Last Leaf On The Tree
- By David A. Berwick
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2020 with permission of the Author.
It's about a leaf I saw hanging onto a tree in autumn/winter.

Seasons Changing From Fall To Winter

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The last leaf on the tree, that's me.
Yes, look up high, that's me.
All my friends have been blown down.
They're waiting for me on the ground.

The last leaf on the tree, that's me.
Yes, look up high, that's me.
All my friends have been blown down.
They're waiting for me on the ground.

I started in the summer a lovely green.
But way up here I could not be seen.
Now in autumn I'm a lovely brown.
I feel like the only leaf around.

The wind and rain have tried their best.
Yet I'm not quite ready to join the rest.
Even Jack Frost tried little me to freeze.
Tough old me will not be brought to my knees.

Some lovely snow that fell at night
Made me heavy and gave me a fright.
Nature will soon make a call.
Soon I know I must make the fall.

So maybe tomorrow I'll make a leap,
And will all my friends on the ground I shall sleep.
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A Farewell
- By Alfred Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892) was Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom. In this beautiful poem, Alfred Lord Tennyson compares the short life span of Man to the seemingly eternal lifespan of nature. He expresses a longing to live on for eternity. However, nature lives on forever, while humans live for but a short time. The rivulet moves on to becomes a river and then it merges in to the sea where it stays for eternity. Interestingly, a great poet's work lives on even after their death.

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Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
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Glorious Spring
- By Shayan Das
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2019 with permission of the Author.
Spring is known as the season of life. Nature gets back its color in this splendid season. Spring had been the heart of imagination for thousands of poets and artists since hundreds of years, and truly the exquisite beauty of spring has inspired me to write this short acrostic poem.

Spring Acrostic Poem

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Sing the birds; the season has come.
Prettiest look nature does hold.
Rejoices the Earth, her color winsome.
Idyllic her beauty, pretty as gold.

Sing the birds; the season has come.
Prettiest look nature does hold.
Rejoices the Earth, her color winsome.
Idyllic her beauty, pretty as gold.
Nature does paint her parts in green.
Glorious the spring is, calm and serene.
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Spring's Way
- By Patricia L. Cisco
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2018 with permission of the Author.
This short poem is in Haiku style and about the transformation of winter into spring. I think it explains the struggle of the transformation of winter's nature, of trying to hold on a little longer, while spring's nature of taking over always wins, giving way to the brand new life, new love, and the charm of spring! In just a few short lines spring always wins her way, dancing well into May and June! Many weddings are planned during these months because of the fairness and beauty of the spring weather.

Transformation Of The Seasons

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Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!

Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!

Spring has final say,
Sending Winter on his way.
Her true love is May!

Spring's June wedding day.
White lily and rose bouquet.
Bells ring out today!
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Dandelion
- By Nellie M. Garabrant
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Nellie M. Garabrant's "Dandelion" is a charmingly whimsical poem that personifies a dandelion throughout its life cycle. It begins with a playful description of the dandelion as a "dandy little fellow" in his golden prime, frolicking through the meadow. However, the poem takes a poignant turn as the dandelion ages, losing its vibrancy and becoming a "poor little baldhead dandy." The poem effectively captures the beauty and transience of life through the lens of a simple flower.

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There's a dandy little fellow,
Who dresses all in yellow,
In yellow with an overcoat of green;
With his hair all crisp and curly,

There's a dandy little fellow,
Who dresses all in yellow,
In yellow with an overcoat of green;
With his hair all crisp and curly,
In the springtime bright and early
A-tripping o'er the meadow he is seen.
Through all the bright June weather,
Like a jolly little tramp,
He wanders o'er the hillside, down the road;
Around his yellow feather,
Thy gypsy fireflies camp;
His companions are the wood lark and the toad.

But at last this little fellow
Doffs his dainty coat of yellow,
And very feebly totters o'er the green;
For he very old is growing
And with hair all white and flowing,
A-nodding in the sunlight he is seen.
Oh, poor dandy, once so spandy,
Golden dancer on the lea!
Older growing, white hair flowing,
Poor little baldhead dandy now is he!
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Hurricane Isabella
- By Amy Aird
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.
I was in the Air Force at the time, stationed at Langley AF Base. A large group of us were sent to Blacksmith, VA, an Army base, to stay clear of the impending hurricane. I am originally from the mid-west and have never been in that kind of weather, so I was a nervous wreck the whole time. During the storm that night, while others slept or watched movies on portable DVD players, I was so scared and the only thing that brought me comfort was to write about it. It took me 1 week to finish it.

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I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
She came with warning but could not be tamed.
We packed our things and stored them tight,
And headed for shelter anticipating this night.

I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
She came with warning but could not be tamed.
We packed our things and stored them tight,
And headed for shelter anticipating this night.
"You will be out of harm's way," the Colonel told us. "Free from the fight."

But she followed us and now we are in her way.
All night she screams, "My name is Isabella and I've come to play!"
Her winds rattle the windows and shake our nerves.
The rain seeps through the cracks of the barracks we serve.
She keeps herself busy and at a steady pace.
Sounds like a freight train winning the race.

All through the night and into the early morning,
She kicked up her heals, laughing and roaring!
When the daylight came and the blue skies were calm,
We could only imagine the damage she had done.
It was far worse than what we had thought.

Age old trees that once reached to the sky,
Scattered the ground like tombstones, no longer alive.
Uprooted, twisted and mangled,
They crashed through houses and left power lines tangled.

Piles of debris littered the streets,
Trapping the flood waters up to our knees.
It covered the ground throughout this town.
Bits of valuables were later found.

But valuables can be replaced and homes can be repaired.
No one was hurt that day in the shelter we shared.
It could have been worse; we were luckier than some.
Some lost loved ones in the destruction she had done.

We go about our lives now, picking up the pieces,
Trying to make sense of the madness and all that it seizes.
Most are without power, their food supply goes sour,
As the day turns to blackness with each passing hour.

But throughout all the chaos brought strangers together.
Despite their own frustration came a need to take care of each other.
By helping one another with necessities we lack,
We see in each other one purpose, one path.
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A Blade Of Grass
- By Ruby Archer
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This poem employs personification to imbue a blade of grass with human-like qualities. The grass becomes a symbol of empathy and compassion. The poet contrasts the seemingly emotionless stream with the grass's ability to feel and respond to the water's implied sorrow. The poem explores the idea of empathetic projection, as the grass takes on the emotional burden of the stream.

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A blade of grass is bending
Above the moaning stream,
In sympathy is blending
Where troubles only seem.

A blade of grass is bending
Above the moaning stream,
In sympathy is blending
Where troubles only seem.

The waters have no sorrow,
Real anguish ne'er can know;
And yet the grass will borrow
And bear the waters' woe.

It quivers with compassion
And quakes with foreign fears,
Then yields to loving passion,
And weeps the torrent's tears.
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Personification Poems - Page 2

Hello, I am Sydney Harris, and I am in fifth grade. I love to write and dance. I am very inspired by other poets' poetry. I am originally from California and now I live in London. Enjoy my poem!

It's about a leaf I saw hanging onto a tree in autumn/winter.

Spring is known as the season of life. Nature gets back its color in this splendid season. Spring had been the heart of imagination for thousands of poets and artists since hundreds of years, and truly the exquisite beauty of spring has inspired me to write this short acrostic poem.