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Childhood Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Childhood

These Childhood Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Childhood. These are the best examples of Childhood Personification poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Pulse

One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.


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'Little Sparrow'

Little sparrow, what troubles thee
      is it the stigma you face
little sparrow, what pierces thee
      is it the shame of disgrace

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 

what befalls you 
      is neither unfelt nor unknown
God cares and calls you
      when you're cast out and all alone 

God will never forsake you
     in your time of need;
God will never permit you
     to suffer or bleed.


02/19/2014; for "TO HEAL A HEART" Contest

 



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The Jungle Gym

Jungle Jim is rather grim
And now is old and gray
He misses the activity
Of children hard at play
The children grew
Made new friends too
And eventually moved away
Now his time has past
He's failing fast
And falls into decay


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Pure Imagination

I sat on the toy store shelf, feeling all bottled-up and unwanted.
The kids prefer to play with video games, these days,
rather than being outdoors with me.
Then one day, this little girl grabbed me down from the shelf
and begged her Mommy to buy me.
She took me out to play as soon as we got home.
The spring day was so bright as I met the sun for the first time.
I could not contain the joy that I felt
as she unscrewed the lid and dipped the plastic wand
into the soapy liquid. She brought the wand to her lips
and gently blew out a line of iridescent bubbles.
I felt so free, floating through the air with my new friends.
Her giggles of delight were the sweetest sound.
She dances as we swirl around her. Pure imagination takes over
as she pretends to be a fish in a bubbly underwater world.
I will never forget the wonder that was in her eyes.
The wind caught each one of us, taking us on a new adventure.
She runs to try and catch me as I drift up and away from her.





Written by: Kelly Deschler
May 20th, 2014


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Advice From A Solid Foundation

Hush little one I see and hear your tears
If only I could comfort you and squelch your fears.
I feel your fists pounding against my walls
I'll be with you no matter what trouble befalls 
Your foster mother will one day have to face her fate
Don't let her teach you the meaning of the word hate
You are a wonderful child and have done nothing wrong
You must not let her break your spirit, please stay strong
Ignore her vulgar words, let them wash over you
Don't take it to heart, it's definitely not true
The bruises she inflicts will one day cease
I feel your anguish, use me as your release.
Make your dents on me to ease some distress
Frustration and anger you should never suppress
I want you as strong and solid as my own foundation
Please don't succumb to her inflicted demoralization
One day you'll be grown and will have a heart of gold
But for now my walls will watch, listen and always enfold.


Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name	~ If These Walls Could Talk.


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Me And You






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Do I see the thing's
           In Love...
   That I truly see
           In You
Are You My Love
Could this dream'
  Really be true


           Poet Author
           Gary Fields


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Silvery Moon


Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.

Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.

Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as you swaddle my tender babe tonight
through open window, Silvery Moon.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 7, 2012
Inspired by Babyface (Carl Sandburg)


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NightMan

The dark crept with its black humor
Rallied at the little girls feet
Dared her to move by casting his shadow
Made of a witches broom and a boogeyman
He screamed at the trees and made the tremble
While she grabbed tighter her blanket
Said louder her prayers
That made the dark hiss and react
Moved his apparition under her bed
Then roun' to her closet
With his shady hands he triggers a sound almost like a creek
Lulled the chill bumps from her shoulders
Shut down the night-light
Making it dim and of no help
The black of night
Will laugh into the wolfs howl
Dominating the suns anticipated descend


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A Fairy Tale Heroine


The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile. Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair. Why does he flash his pearly white fangs and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp? He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak, stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting. The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides. Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images. Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows. He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather towering higher than treetops in their eyes beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter. The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places, yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest. Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends. Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs, though her strength is not immediately evident. Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale, orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light. The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees calling the shy creatures from their hiding places. She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state. Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes. They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears, rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress. She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear. Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done. The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate. He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi) *the wolf is personified


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Higher

The wind sketches
memories in the breeze.

Little feet move,
propelling giggles;

“Daddy, push me please!” 

The wind draws
my memories,
transfixed by the breeze 

“To the sky, Daddy! To the sky!”
Soft, faded memories,


The wind blows
and I move.
Longing hangs upon the breeze.
Small feet pumping shrieks;
“Stop, Daddy, stop!
 Please?”

    


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Title; "Higher Please"
 

The wind blows
with it I move
memory stirs with the breeze.

Small feet swinging, beat
giggles;

“Daddy push me please!”

The wind blows
with it I move
retrospection stirs with the breeze.

“Higher Daddy!” “Higher!”
Faint, soft memories.

The wind blows
with it I move
longing stirs with the breeze.
Small feet, pump, pull and shriek;
“STOP, stop” “Daddy!” “Please”

                    - by Deborah Guzzi, 2/10/09 





Contest,  by Deborah Guzzi

"Critcise ME, Take mY Verse & Turn it inside out Make YOUR own!”

Friday, July 23, 2010 


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