Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer

Christmas Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Christmas

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

Details | Personification |

Fireplace

I wonder what Mack is brewing today
All I can do is lick the pot
He builds me up higher, my embers, they-
Are smiling cause they know they're hot

I stare at the red sofa he's sitting upon
And at the cat I've burned once or twice
What can I say? The thing knows its wrong
To sit by a fire with ice

I taste a small dripping of soup from above
My flames hiss in the deepest content
With my dancing shadows, I warm as a glove
As I wait for a new log's descent


Details | Personification |

FRUITY VOICE

FRUITY      VOICE


Her voice reminds me of laughter barely suppressed
An energetic spirit tugging constantly at  the rope
A caterpillar turning to butterfly at any moment
Her  voice sounds like lifegiving fruit

Not serious, self-important fruit like geometrically precise pineapples
Or pompous, overfed watermelons
Too heavy to lift

Not business fruit like apples, on duty keeping doctors away
Or bananas waiting to do their slippery work under feet
Or blackberries, whose careers lie in jam

But mischievous fruit like grapes or cherries
Which roll away like playful children when you’re not looking
Or fallen raisins on the carpet pretending to be part of the pattern

Fun-loving fruit like mandarin oranges around the Christmas tree
Basking under the Christmas lights, enjoying the glitter
Of tinsel and the smell of pine needles

Small fruits which enjoy life,
Laughing as they jostle each other in their bag,
And which could easily become   bubbly wine  if tempted.

Her ripened voice -   
The spontaneous fruit of a lifetime 
Of growth and maturing, and regeneration :
Aliment  for  my  soul’s  ailment.


Details | Personification |

My Bipolar Winter

Oh, make up your mind my schizophrenic love Unpredictable are your ways I can’t stand your waxing and waning Are you trying to drive me away? Drifting from a gentle snow shower to a hurricane Why can’t you be predictable like the golden days of summer? Or serene like a fine autumn morn’s mist? No more cold shoulders… I want a dusting of snow on Christmas eve And a plush velvet blanket for Christmas morn No more highs and lows where anything goes Just be bold and romantic You’re so easily distracted-you’re hyperactive I don’t want a wishy washy winter wonderland Don’t make me go talk to Mother Nature Even the weather man is scratching his head! By Gwendolen Rix Written for Nette's Contest~Personifying January~ & Deb's Contest~Something Different~ 4th place 1-2-11 nota bene-Ohio winters are notorious for labile weather.