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Violin

.                                              She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                                                  under a blanket of velvet red;
                                                   old and alone and forgotten,
                                           she dreams of the love she once had.
                                              Once again she recalls his caress
                                                      on the curve of her hips
                                                                and her breast
                                                         as he moved his bow
                                                      on the strings of her soul,
                                                             playing her sound
                                                    'til his passion was spent.
                                                                        ~~~
                                           They traveled the whole world over,
                                                      to every city and town;
                                              the maestro, his bow and violin,
                                                 bringing each curtain down.
                                                                        ~~~
                                               He died in a cry of sweet refrain,
                                               clutching her strings to his heart; 
                                            as he fell to the floor in a final encore,
                                                       tearing her world apart.
                                                                        ~~~ 
                                           So she sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                                                  under a blanket of velvet red;
                                                         her strings still filled 
                                                    with the song of her soul,
                                                        etched by the maestro
                                                               that loved her
                                                               so long ago!

                                                                    ~~~~~

                                                          Author:  Elaine George


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The Little Flower

               In the same garden, side by side, two flowers began to bloom,
               One, small and fragile, knew her life would be over soon.
               The other, a boisterous rose, felt far superior to her friend
               For she knew that she would live to see the stars and moon   
               Straight through to summer's end.
              
               The little flower did not have the heart to tell her 
               That longevity can bring pain,
               For who would be there to protect her from the elements, 
               The blistering sun and numbing rain.
               Or perhaps an overzealous lad would clasp her in his grip
               And pluck her petals one by one just for the fun of it. 

               And as the rose rambled on and on about all the delights she'd see
               The little flower closed her eyes to dream contentedly.


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The Wooden Cradle

"The Wooden Cradle" a white wooden empty cradle, I wait in the nursery room for the smell of baby fragrance to illuminate sleeping bloom years have escalated, still sounds of silence hurt my ears for all I hear are tender sobs from a Mother's broken tears. I felt a distant heartbeat once, but it has ceased to linger my warmth caressed a dying soul who touched my slats with finger his breath was labored; his life short, but I held his heart close now haunting memories exist as I cuddle his sweet ghost. my frame sits in a sunny place, outside, I see a tree swaying in the balmy breeze where a swing should be instead, I cry, so silently, recall a tiny form I embraced in a moment in time and kept him safe and warm. if these walls within this room could whisper words of sorrow sheer pain would cause tremendous tears to fashion sad tomorrows I sympathize with woeful walls whose treasure no longer looms but no-one understands my loss inside the nursery room. *For Frank H.'s PERSONIFICATION Contest.


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In Silence

And so it was that Autumn would die with a gust of wind she said goodbye Of love mortal she sits subdued sipping remnants of death imbued With curtains drawn she lay in rest in silent prose she relived each breath of life abandoned of weary roads where Winter's freeze would glisten alone And so it was that Autumn had gone in the lonely grips of winter without a song


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Dark Shadows

The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me 
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face 
And there among the dark shadows  you'll come back  again the same  
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin'  this time for me. 

Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand 
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go 
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that  magical time band 
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow. 

Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time 
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away 
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day 
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010 


July 18, 2010 


Author Notes: 

This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by 
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time, 
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever 
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most 
wonderful! 
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome! 


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DEATH

With instincts
Distinct in its' precinct
It lies low
Flies above
And remains aloft
Full of power
It moves about
To and fro it goes
Until it finds its prey
Rich or Poor
Cowardly or Bold
Master or Servant
Weak or Mighty
In its physical form
It was defeated
In its abstract
It was unseen
And hovers 
Around its prey
Until the time is come
The die is cast
And the command is 
given
The soul is taken
As the line is cut
That connects
Life to the body
DEATH!!!
A tear to many
A joy to others
A curse to some
A blessing in disguise
It is to you 
What you choose it to 
be


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a conversation with steven-his battle with aides

i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing 
peek-a-boo with my soul

i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac

i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
their talent
their skill
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
this terror
that no man understands

i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
my fear
their fear
my death
their death
i cannot enter 
into their quiet soft place
my space
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls

i have seen my death
and
i'm not ready to die


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The Swan in the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it 
presents
in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents
but all  of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks.
looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over 
its back
with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise
as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes
which some how against my will has me rested on my knees
as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas
a plea of forgiveness for all that its done
a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son
but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as 
a sqwauk
as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope


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The Chair {Personification} In Couplet Form

I sit at the end of your final stroll
Setting you free is my only goal

At the end of your life so tired and beat
I quietly offer, “Please take a seat”

I suddenly notice as you’re strapped in
Your victim’s father cracks a wide grin

For this day he has waited so many years
Is that your mother shedding all of those tears?

I’m sorry; you thought I would be all polite
Boy I am the darkness you fear in the night

Thomas Edison got the fame for inventing me
Though it was Harold P. Brown; a loyal employee

The first to meet me met a fiery fate
In 1890 I released William Kemmler’s hate

In 1899 Martha Place came to dance with me
First woman fried in the entire world’s history

I truly enjoy when I get to serve company
Especially delicious was my friend Ted Bundy

To one simple fact there is truly no doubt
I’m the gateway to Hell, come on check it out

 I was truly invented to serve just one goal
I’m simply here to separate the body and soul

They all think their evil until them and I meet
I’m Sizzling Sally please come taste my heat

Old Smokey, Old Sparky hell it’s all the same
Smoke them or fry-em boys this is my game

Written for Deborah's contest


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Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow



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Solitude




The unattainable
    Boundaries'
Of Solitude
    Diminishes
With the Will
   Of God'
And drifts away
   To sand...



Gary Fields
Poet/Author


From:  " The Cross "
           Xlibris Pub  Book #106627
            Rev.  (NOV2013)


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Charm of Death

Nothing can substitute death
for it is the final destination
and ere you last breath
crystal clear all your abberation.

Rest forever or birth to numb dizziness
as you part, you leave all harms and assaults
people most unatheist, called quick as bless
is perfused, to save him from life's thunderbolts

Long life of people swing as tombs
where none pay heed to temple and churches
who will pay heed to these  scarce living glooms
amidst clowns in whose core only money perches.

The flirt and dirt only thing hatching in heart
and society dwindle with values and morals
each thing lost and perfect human you never wert
lacking natural mankind but adorned with quarrels.

                                                                    AKASH SANGWAN


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Beautiful ones are dying

Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/

A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/ 
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/


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A MOMENT IN LIFE

        

                                    A MOMENT IN LIFE

     
Tears   filled my eyes, as my heart riveted with pain
As I watch your body lay there lifeless  
Jokingly you say its okay I’ll be fine 
The question I often asked GOD,   why  
Our   Childhood memories, the moments  spent,  times  we shared
In a   split second our journey together would suddenly come to a halt
Your presence diminish you are now gone from this world  
Never was there a dull moment, never   a sad day
You brought me laughter, joy smiles   filled   with cheer
Words   of wisdom, willingness of heart, words of courage, words of faith
  A priceless treasure that can never be replaced
You saw in me what I could never   understood or envisioned
A world   filled of opportunity, a world ready to be explored 
I  vividly  remember  you say  this  journey  we  called  life ,
Has unexpected moments, uneventful happenings
Still the storms, ride the waves, through   every road of challenges
Greater   I am, Wiser I Become


(This poem I wrote because I lost my sister March this year at the age of 36)


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I hear your voice

i hear your voice in solitude
when all outward forces seize
and inward forces burst out in multitude
and all my hardships ease.

i want to hold your hand forever,
and would be with you
but waiting for you here, but none deter
hopeful but eyes dew.

purple riot in my heart
which stay here for long
after disturbing it then depart
and then merrily sing plaintive song.

paying here for all my merriment
which i have deduced in past
now only it provide consolement
when i cry at last.

life i love you very much
and always want to embrace you
but you leave no occasion as such
so that i can amaze you.


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True Bliss






Contemplate and meditate
      That the truth
           - Shall -
   See the light of reality
With-in the realm of possibility:






Gary Fields
Poet/Author


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Missing Mama

Missing Mama

I awake each morning to start a new day
But the pain of loosing you never goes away.
I go about the things I have to do
And as the hours pass I think again of you.
I want to call you and just hear your voice
Then I remember that I have no choice
For you are not there and now my heart cries
Just to see you again to tell you goodbye
To say Mama I love you and I always will
And hope that much of you, in me you've instilled.
The day that you left I just didn't know
That you were going where I couldn't go.
And now all my memories of you are so dear
But gosh, how I miss you and wish you were here.
Who now can hear me when I need to cry?
It so hard to tell you "Mama goodbye."
Someday I know all will be well
And I'll see you again with stories to tell
Of how you were missed and how we have grown
And how good it is to finally be home.
Until then my memories of you I'll keep near
And I'll pass them on to those who are dear.
I miss you Mama, 


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THE ROBIN AND MY MOM

IN THE SPRING OF '1999' I WAS LIVING WITH MY DAUGHTER and HER FAMILY IN BLANCHESTER,OHIO. THE HOUSE WE LIVED IN WAS A NICE PLACE, BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE A SCREEN DOOR and SO WE WOULD SIT WITH THE DOOR OPEN MOSTLY DURING THE AFTERNOON. I WILL NEVER FORGET THE MORNING OF MARCH 16th THAT YEAR! MY DAUGHTER WAS AWAKENED BY THE SOUND OF A CAR STOPPING REAL FAST IN THE GRAVEL OUT FRONT, and AT THE SAME TIME WE BOTH HEARD MY SISTER SCREAM: 'ALICE HURRY UP MOM IS DYING'. MY DAUGHTER WAS HANDING MY PURSE and SHOES TO ME AS I WAS WALKING OUT THE DOOR. WE ALL GATHERED IN MOM'S ROOM and WE TALKED, CRIED, PRAYED and WE WAS THERE FOR EACH OTHER; and AT ONE POINT I ASKED HER: MOM, WOULD YOU LIKE US TO SING LIKE WE USED TO IN SUNDAY SCHOOL WHEN US CHILDREN WERE LITTLE? MOM, COULDN'T SPEAK BUT I THOUGHT I SAW A FAINT SMILE ON HER FACE and FOR ME THAT WAS ANSWER ENOUGH. SO, SOME OF US SANG SONGS LIKE: 'PETER,JAMES and JOHN IN A SAILBOAT - or - THERE'S A FOUNTAIN FLOWING DEEP and WIDE - or - HIS BANNER OVER ME IS LOVE' - WHILE THE OTHERS TALKED AMONGST THEMSELVES and PRAYED. MY BROTHER and HIS FAMILY MADE IT IN FROM GEORGIA LATER THAT EVENING and WE ALL VISITED IN MOM'S ROOM and THE ROOM NEXT TO HER'S THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT. THE FOLLOWING DAY ON WEDNESDAY THE 17th DAY OF MARCH IN '1999' AT AROUND 12:15p.m. - GOD SENT SOME OF HIS BEST ANGELS TO CARRY OUR PRECIOUS 'MOTHER' HOME TO HEAVEN. IT'S HARD AT ANY TIME TO LOSE A PARENT, BUT IT WAS REALLY ROUGH LOSING 'MOM', BECAUSE LESS THAN TWO YEARS EARLIER ON NOVEMBER 15,1997 - WE HAD LOST OUR PRECIOUS 'DAD, WHOM I KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT WAS WAITING AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN FOR OUR 'MOTHER'. MOM, ALWAYS SAID THAT SHE WANTED TO BE BURIED ON THE FIRST DAY OF 'SPRING'; and YES, THE DAY WE BURIED 'MOM' JUST HAPPENED TO BE ON THE FIRST DAY OF 'SPRING'. FOLKS, YOU SEE GOD HAD LISTENED TO MOM'S PRAYER and GRANTED HER THAT WISH! THIS SHORT STORY SOME FOLKS WILL FIND HARD TO BELIEVE, BUT IT'S TRUE and REALLY HAPPENED. FOR THIRTEEN DAYS AFTER WE BURIED 'MOM', A ROBIN WOULD COME and SIT ON THE DOOR STEPS AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME. ON THE FOURTEENTH DAY I SAID: "MOM, IF GOD HAS SENT YOU IN THIS FORM TO CHECK ON ME - I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I WILL BE FINE. AFTER, I WAS DONE TALKING and CRYING THAT 'ROBIN' FLEW AWAY and DIDN'T EVER COME BACK! FOLKS, I MADE A PROMISE TO 'MOM', THAT I WOULD MEET HER and DAD IN HEAVEN WHEN MY LIFE IS OVER ON THIS EARTH and I INTEND TO KEEP THAT PROMISE!


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Nothing Personified

I have never thought of death.
Well, that's not true. Everyone
does at a time. A peopled perishing
 
if you will. We constitute it
with sickles or in a carriage
or call him soft names. Man
 
versus death; man conquers
this nothing by attaching arms,
ears, heart so it may feel its indifference
 
resonating like fingernails on fiberglass.
The great human figure, now
cyclical of its mortal fragility.
 
Were our endeavors false,
these simulacra, these apparitions
beset gaily on their creator?
 
Like a cement plant, are we
indebted to the dust made
by our hands, and fills our lungs?
 
All I know is
it's an inconceivable sadness to think
I have never thought of death.


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life- Chapters

When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak

Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him

Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak

Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself

Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world


Avnesh yadav


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Lords Of The Prairies - An Epitaph : A Tribute To The Bison

Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand nearly six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
My brethren and I 
once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished us
for tens of thousands of years

Running at speeds of 
over thirty five miles per hour
across the prairies
in herds that stretched
as far as the eye could see
our hooves created 
a thunderous sound
that shook the earth
causing it to tremble
like an earthquake

When packs of wolves attacked us
we surrounded our calves
kept our heads down
flashed our horns
and charged them
to fight them off 
At times though 
we were not able
to save our young
our old and ill brethren
when they were separated
from the protection
of the herd

The redskins were 
the only human beings
we knew at that time
Though they hunted us
with bows and arrows
to feed themselves
and to satisfy their desire
for shelter and other needs
they did not waste 
any part of our bodies 
They respected us
and we respected them
We lived in harmony
for thousands of years

It was the advent
of the whiteskins
that initiated our decimation
They brought in large
four-legged creatures
that could keep up with
and even outrun us
The redskins realized this
tamed those creatures
sat on their backs
and hunted us
using their bows and arrows
like they did before
They killed more of us
but again they took only
as much as they needed
and did not waste 
any part of our bodies
so we continued to
co-exist in harmony

It was that long mysterious stick
that the whiteskins brought in 
that triggered our demise
From a great distance
it made a loud noise
and something hit us
that we could not see
but it inflicted severe
pain and agony
Some of us fell to the ground
and died quickly
while others struggled
but were injured so badly
that they died soon after
We were helpless against 
this long mysterious stick

We were slaughtered
in our millions
They left our dead bodies
to rot and decay
where we fell
Sometimes they took away our coats
Other times they cut out
our tongues only 
and left the rest 
of our dead bodies
to putrefy and decay
on the prairie grasslands
that we had trod on proudly 
for thousands of years

This is my epitaph
for I just saw the glint
of the sunlight
on the long mysterious stick
heard its thunder
and felt something
go deep into my insides
as I fall to the ground
I am on way to meet 
my proud ancestors
who once roamed 
these lands in freedom as
Lords Of The Prairies 



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How do I escape

How do I escape my life of misery. Do I run away or do I hide away. None of my 
choices seem feasible because where  can I go to escape tradegy or how conceal 
could I be  so that no one can see me. How could I be like the great Houdini who 
escape traps; as for I, How can I escape life. Or how could I be like the incredible 
David Copperfield who eluded object making them invisible, so that ,no one can 
notice me. All my notions are  idealistic and not realistic, so the best thing to do is to 
expire, that will do the trick. Therefore, making me the greatest illusionist and 
escapist artist that ever been - to create more than illusion and to escape the 
greatest escape... and that is cease to exist. That is how I will escape my life of 
misery.


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Disaster in the waters.

I look out to the waters,
And this is what I see.
A blanket made of darkness,
Draped across your body.
Death extending its fingers from shore to shore.
Creatures that once dwelled deep within your heart,
Are being plucked up by each wave.
Being placed upon your brow,
For all the world to see.
The scares upon your face,
bring much empathy.
Your blood was spilled,
And death was certain.
Oh what a tragedy!


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Crude Reality

I once saw a rundown house
sitting on a thin little frame
and thought it pretty to someone.

She doesn't understand,
when she speaks of me the same.

Reflections aren't supposed to lie.
I see less than she, or more depending
on what it is I am searching for,
anymore I see the rundown house,
weakened frame, but I can't find thin.

I think the scale lies,
perhaps just to me.

She says enough is enough,
look in the mirror and see what I see.

What does she see that hides from my own eyes?

I see less, perhaps more,
depending on what it is
that I am searching for.

I see things perhaps with death's eyes,
does she know it is killing me?

Has she seen me fall from grace
and turn from life as if pushed
into the depths of my own grave?

She must know:
it has me hanging on a thin frame,
rundown, weakened from neglect,
I guess I am pretty to someone
but I don't see it the same.

She asked how can you
let it rape you of life?

I guess someone should tell her
that I am already dead,
she doesn't see.


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My Unique Line - RD

"Petal nor thorn could save this rose."


From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers"  
This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers  (roses) for a funeral.  Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave.  This is in spite of the thorns which protect it.  We possess the attributes of the rose as well.  Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.


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To Be A Scythe

On the days the wind does blow life gets caught up in how things should go and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow but what of those who never know and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow and the scythes will never come home and all hope of good harvest is then forever gone


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The End






          ****************

Here comes' the Enemies'
   Strewn from the Dark
             To the Light
They were pushed out of Heaven
              Falling into the Dark
           ...........Of the Night
      ------
Only to Rise again....
To be subjugated to all Men
      To steer them to the
        Den of the Devil
  The Devils' Den
Where Dear Old Lucifer
It's ready to do it again'
          - Fore -
He is so graciously
   Awaiting Them
  To let them in
  Where will it end
 
         - THE END -

            GF


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A Futile Death

A Futile Death by Wilma Neels

Flying over the place that use to be my home
I’m glancing at the once blue green seascape 
Transformed to a murky coal black scene 
A faucet has been opened
When everything went up in flames
Amidst all the confusion 
I lost everything I loved
Flying over, a silent prayer is prayed
Please keep them safe
Please close the hole
This is the only home we know,

As I sit on a rock
The sadness overwhelms me, 
As my sister slips away
She has lost the battle 
The oil slick has gone thicker 
It’s gaining power with every hour
I pray dear Lord of heaven and earth
May her final breath not be in vain
I flap my wings in a silent salute
Farewell dear sister, you will be missed
May this be the last time,
I witness such ugliness…


Written: 24 June 2010
Contest: Why oh Why?
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


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Pessimistic Love

Love is
the morning dew...
lurking, looming
effervescent
enigmatic
...burned
...gone


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The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is  
Slow
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the
Snow

Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
Gold
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be 
Cold

Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
Wry
The epiphany before my death 
Is everything is impermanent 
Why


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A New Kingdom




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Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


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AURA





             ------


       In Preference
            - In -
The Rendition of Sound
          ------  
          GOD
  Gave such a gift
Of so many things'
And by His Grace
True abundance
Can be found
      ------
I do surrender' to Thee
With bended Knee
He stand's by My side
He comforts' me
      -----
He is the Messiah
The King' to Me
      ------
I chose to live Live
Out all of My Life
     In Eternity   
          - Fore -
That is My
        "Soul Desire"

               GF


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Final Absolution






        **********

In My final resolution
           I must...
      First,
Go to meet God
         Thus,
Perhaps'....
  He is ready to
      Receive
Me in all
Of My inequities'
That which I do present

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields


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Synopsis






        *********

      Their is a day'
When the Mirror
         Of Fate
Has to make a
     Suggestion
       But, whom
  My be sufficient
     To be the Judge.....


            Poet Author
            Gary Fields


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Devil Be His Way


The Devil is stringent
The Devil is tight
The Devil work's in
The strangest way's
He even work at night
        ------
With a little dissertation 
With malice or intention
He will garner your Soul
And that is his intention
         ------
To do praise to the Devil
Let evil be your plight
Though stalking is sinful
You will do it all night
         ------
Necessary act's of evil
The Devil's fight
For only one simple reason
This is His plight....
              GF


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Sorrow

Sorrow

Uneasiness or pain, due to loss best describes my existence,
My name is Sorrow and though many try to avoid me,
No one can keep their distance.

I live strongly in the families of Malcolm X, Dr. King and JFK,
Some use me as an inevitable excuse to escape the every day.
I will never die, though people kill themselves for me to continue my mission,
Whether you be rich, happy, beautiful
I strike you in any condition.

Like a common cold, I don’t disappear, Im just dormant
But happiness is a medicine, not a cure
To strike you, I need no consent


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DEATH IS DEAD NOW

Death is dead now in the pleasant lap of the Immortality.
It seems to sleep in peace, not having slept for thus long.
It is tired now after dying so many times, deadly drained.
The horrid Death appears a naughty child, now, subdued.

Its red awful eyes have sunk in soothed shade of eyelids
And its raw sharp teeth are shut within the freezing lips.
Its soul-less abstract figurine now lounges with a shape
As its quenchless vengeance on Life finished in its death.

Death is dead now, it will wake no more, not any more.
Life has reborn in deathlessness, Death shrunk into Life.
It was the end of the beginning that had certainly begun.
It is the beginning of the end, the ending devoid of end.


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Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


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Throes

Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...

My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.

But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.

Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.

As she leers like the silver Moon...

I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...


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The Flower

Wither,
Wither and die,
Said I, to the flower,
Your purpose in life is what?

To beautify,
To beautify the land?
Inquired I of the flower,
Would that be your reason for existence?

Wither,
Wither and die,
Commanded I to the flower,
Should your beauty forever live?

Answer,
Answer me!
Pleaded I to the flower,
What has your destiny shown?

Should your beauty thrive?
Should your beauty thrive forever?
Wondered I of the flower,
Or should the Earth wither and crumble?

Wither,
Wither and die I shall,
Said the flower to me,
Should I live forever, only you may know.


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A Fallen Angel


They were God's people'
The most postulant among men
If you believe in Jesus
Then you will know
That they do carry sin
         -----
Subjugated and infested
By the sin's of their time
They lurk in the shadow's
In the recesses'
Of the human mind
They some-how garnish
All the truth in salvation
To do dirty deed's
Using frustration
With death and emnity
Here come's their elation
             -----
So, listen to this warning
Listen to it all
For the fallen Angel
Serves' as a recluse
      For us all
For all whom shall fall
              ----
So, take my advice
And just stay away
Fore they will steal
All your spirit
On any given day'

            GF


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Perceptions






      --------

Reverence is the
Omnipotent of All Evil
   Yet, is transient
          Un..less
It's foundation is
  Brandished by
       The Lord

           GF


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Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before


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ONE DAY WE WILL MEET AGAIN

I KNOW THAT YOU HAD TO GO AND LET YOU LIGHT SHINE IN HEAVEN WITH A GLOW.

I AM THANKFUL FOR THE TIME THAT WE SHARED TOGETHER FOR THE TIME JUST TO BE NEAR YOU.

FOR THE WONDERFUL CONVERSATIONS THAT WE HAD FOR THE LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME.

AS MUCH AS I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE DEEP IN MY HEART I KNOW THAT YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO GRIEVE.

NOW YOU ARE SPREADING YOU WINGS SO YOU CAN FLY.

WITH ALL THE ANGELS IN THE SKY WITHOUT ANYMORE PAIN OR SORROW WITH TEARS TO CRY.

YOU WOULD WANT ME TO GO ON AND DO MY VERY BEST AND GIVE THE LORD THE REST.

FOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART FOR WE WILL NEVER BE APART.

FOR YOU ARE WITH ME ALWAYS I KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE  AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE NEAR.


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The Devil Is Good


Some people say
That he is just no good
He is alway's creeping
Around the neighbor hood
          -----
Some people say
That he is sleek
And some people say
That he is slack
           ------
But, as the reaper of Soul's
He is out of wack
            -----
Most think that he
Is misunderstood
Yet, he commit's evil
Like no-body should
            -----
Some people say that
He has got flavor
Yet, he has never done
A decent day's labor
             ---
He is always' out all night
He never sleeps' in.
Instead he hang's around
          The Den
            -------
He is always' in the graveyard
Looking for Minions'
Looking for slaves'
Who make bad decisions'
And has no opinion's
             -----
I don't care what
People might say
Buy, he will see you
Come judgement day
             -----
Putting it mildly

               GF


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Who am i, i am a monster

pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin 
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting

My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite 
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness


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Vertigine

Save them
from the innermost of
the mind bewildered
the heart diminished
the voice demure to shout

Make them
collapse
with gloomy smile
Fake
intentions frail
of body and soul
promiscuous
Collide

Set free
a sage
in every word
on any page
display the sly wisdom
on vertiginous stage
Break
the rules
with detest for
the inferior manner
of callow honesty
for humane
Sake
Divide

Spare
the nightmare
noxious conqueror
contamination developed
through ferocious heart
in asinine mind
enveloped within rotten flesh
Take
advantage of their
sophomoric trust
sedated senses
and
amaurotic affections

Wake the blight
before they collapse
Deride


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Zombie

Misery never evaded me, it's like my shadow relentless in following me, where can I  
go to escape this insidious silouette - a shadow which taunts me. How could I 
escape faith that is destined to be, an outcast with wretched existense, an existence 
which tolerates me. To escape, to expire, I chose not to be, still alive because death 
refused me. How do I live nor can I die, to roam the earth until death remembers me.


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In The Faith






      ------

Proclivity takes'
    Time to 
Catch up!
    ------

    And yes',
      ------
Have faith in the
        Lord...
When the Time come's
When thing's get rough
      And He will..
    Deliver you up...
      ------
Fore in His House
Their is His Mansions' 
With plenty room for
Expansion.....
      -----
And with the new coming
Of each and new Soul
Their is a shift in the very Soul's
For every-one knows' 
The song of restoration...
Fore Revalations' is only
A hand shake away....
      ------
And it is to He that we must pray....

                      GF


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FaLlEn InTo ThE dArK

i have fallen into the dark Ocean storms arise to swallow me whole unpredictable untraceable intractable I am hunted Hunted hunted Doomed to die in darkness With no way out I am dead dead to all living to none black is my mind heart and soul for I don’t live


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nullness

Nullness is exploiting me
Vacant heart and soul
Dying slow ready to be 
Eaten by all.

Failure is good 
Success is heaven
But in that state i stood
Where none lies but demon.

That little fragment that
Never lets me fail
And that moment at
Which i dispair out of ail.

Its a punishment to be
Nothing, and dreams to
Be achievable, but see
I reach nowhere but blue.

That exhausted soul
Those lethargic hopes
Makes me crawl
On swift success slopes.

Where eaxh breath is dull
And each sight blur
I sight death as a mother- to lull
When i constantly err.

My pen frowns at me 
And eager to get lost
I see light..but he can't see
As i discuss dreams and he say you boast.

                        Akash sangwan


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At All Cost





         ********

When it come's
        ------
And in those day's
   Of Judgement
          - And -
In that time of time's
     So real, so real
      ------
The time for Testimony
      ------
Where Judgment run's
Rampant and Supreme
       ------
The Hypocrite will definitely
         Have His Day
And the Evil By Law of Man
          Shall not prosper...


                  GF


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Black Rose

Petal by petal my black rose is dying. Weeping blood as it's stem turns brown. With 
its beauty forever gone and its heart not beating, it shall die. His leafs fall off and 
his last petal unclasps from him. Finally, he is left in complete silence as his last black 
petal falls to his feet. As for him, he falls to the ground, dead, as the last petal hits 
the ground.

-Kallie Mason


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Take My Hand Lord




Take my hand Lord,
See me through this trial
Lead me through the darkness
Stay with me awhile
Lift my spirits, relieve my pain
Remind me of your love again

I will not fear the darkness
With you at my side
I long to be at home with you
Where love and peace abide
In spite of pain, I love you still
Give me the courage to bow to your will

Comfort my family for they will grieve
And be filled with sadness when I leave
Show them they have nothing to fear
For I will always be very near
Come… hold my hand Lord
Take this journey with me
To stay with you for eternity

Copyright©2007 Beatrice Boyle
(All Rights Reserved) 


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For The Most Part






      ------

The most "fri-ti-ning"
Part of dieing is knowing
That Thou hath' lived
And need-eth' not live
Any more...
      -----
The most "fri-ti-ning" part
Of Living...
Is thinking that you have
Lived much too long,
And that now,
You are sitting at "Deaths' Door"
      ------
That death is coming soon
Same as He has before
      ----
But, when Death doth'
Come...
And Konck's at the deemed'
Doth' Door.....
As your mouth hit the floor
Their is no need to
Leave the room...any-more
Just be ready...
And pick you mouth 
Back off the floor.....
      ------
For Christ has already 
Shed the Blood for you
      ------
Fore He is Jesus
    -----
It dose not matter
To what, You may assume
Fore He will be there soon..
     ------
Know that Jesus will
Fill the room....
      ------
And their will be plenty
Of Light...
For Restoration is never
          Too soon!
Fore this is not your Plight... 

               GF


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Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming


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Being A Ghost

There is something
Sad about ghost
Who have not yet
Found their way
     ------
Tomorrow is our future
          For them
Just another day
          -----
They bring that prospect
Closely to mind
I pity the ghost
A projection from life
That live's threw time
           -----
I pity the ghost
For the role they played
And yet and still
I am not afraid
             -----
I pity the ghost
Who have no space
For the tragedy that
They've had to face
They should be revered
And respected
And not to be the subjected
To some kind of ghost chase
Fore they were once people
Who have lost their place
           -----
They are the true figment
Of the people who have died
And for whom so many have cried
Most of them were subjects
Their salvation denied
Fore some-how they
Were left so un-alive
             -----
Left to survive in spirit only
Maybe that is why
Some of them seem so lonely
There is a reason why
They shouldn't be treated that way
Fore what they need
Is for some-one just to pray
           -----
They have so many questions'
And emotions that which they
So prominently display
Only if they could some-how
Reconcile their spirit's that way
Then may-be somehow maybe
They will just go away
           -----
To say the least
They will be not reason
For them to go astray

              GF


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my sun

..........Smile forged with tears and sorrow
          was all I could feel
          i felt the pain on my rips
          as my breath start to break
          the say its a heart break
          I think is a death call
          like a gun short on the four head
          as I stood on the four front
          cautioned with flame of fire
          that burns directly the heart
          Slowly I break down
          as the pain speeds up
          all I could see is yonder
          yonder stranding forth s it's hand
          calling me down to under world
          fighting it was the next option
          Strength far away from me
          water run down the bridges
          I don't want the call,not now
          the sun sets up fear to the skin
          now dishing out death to the soul
          she is the light to my life
          
..........Could she be my doom?....................


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LIFE

Life is an everyday struggle, a struggle that never ends where people die and children cry 
and you learn to just pretend. Pretend that you are happy. Pretend that everything is ok. 
Pretend that this crap is normal, when you know its not suppose to be this way. They said 
God only gives you what you can handle, well I wish he dint trust me so much. Cause eve 
been strong for way too long and at this point rim about to bust. Over 10 years i was held 
captive in that belly of the beast but that has no comparison to the pain eve endured on 
those streets. My precious family dying off 1 by 1, so tragic, so painful i just want to run. I 
cant run to my mom God took her to heaven too, since she has been gone i just dolt know 
what to do. A piece of me died with her, rim no longer whole...i loved my mom with all my 
heart and soul. She wasn't the perfect mother but shes all i knew, mommy if you can hear 
me, I love you.Tell Aunt Lisa i love her and im sorry she left this world in so much pain since 
shes been gone no one is the same. She didn't deserve to be taken out in that horrific way 
but dont worry they are all gonna pay. Life doesn't get any easier, its an everyday struggle, 
it never ends...Where people die and children cry and you learn to just pretend.


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Life After Death

The difference between life from death is that
I believe we all should try to live the best that you 
can here on earth. Some do not, they live in violence 
and they hurt other people, and just don't care.
They have no remorse for anybody but themselves.
I really don't think these people deserve a chance, not unless
they want it. Now death will come and take care of you.
The good will get some kind of reward, the bad will only get 
what they deserve. My point is that we don't know when our 
time is up on earth. So be generous and giving and good things 
will come your way, sooner or later.


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Tombstones

Shifting my weight onto the old bridge.
Listening to it's ragged cries of protest.
The mist rising from it's slumber, casts an ominous attitude.
As I walk by, the trees extend their bony fingers.
They snatch at my hair as I pass them by.
I near my destination.
A tribe of tombstones stand before me.
I soon find the one I have searched for.
Kneeling down, I place a rose by the lonely head stone.
I turn my back and walk away.
The headstone and rose drifts into the night.
Swallowed by the starving darkness.




                 (For Dorothy, Wanda, and Elwood)


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death 'married' death to death

 
  Death looks at a flower and you screaming, 
I am beautiful, look, look..
look here I am, come and eat me, alive.
Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always 
walking by, walking in side, you knowing that, 
any thing that touches, it will soon also, come to *sigh*.
Death is love, love is death, what are you both, death 
is your pet pink pig and deaths two flying bagged pearls.
Slapping you for ever and ever about your red face.
Death is a dry cracked nipple, sleeping, holding on
to the flesh untill it falls off, still dripping.
Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, why does the 
world move you through it.
Death is a voice always quite, sounding alarms to
walk across the street knowing you look both ways, 
while you come running very quickly out across, 
just to stop in the middle and wait.
Death is a woman, who is crazy, thinking the world is 
spinning into her coffee.
Death to all men who think they can save each woman
by marring death and eating her tuna fish sandwich.
Death fingered you, you loved it, now you finger me, 
leaving my bee exposed on the flower, you buzzed it. 
Death's own flower is always sweet and poignant on you..
It is always open for death to smell..............
and it's red alarms, you ignored... 
still here it comes, never alone....to see you as you really are.... 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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love you Datty, always

How do I talk about a man who stood 5'9" tall, an average height, but attributes 
made him stood 9' tall. His face was plagued with fuzzed ball only a daddy should 
sport. Handsome as an angel and heart almost similar to a god. He loved his   
children one and all, but I was his favorite because I respected and adored him 
making him felt like the greatest dad of them all. He deduced like a lawyer and 
psychoanalyzed like a psychotherapist. He stood for honesty and lived by integrity. 
He was super assertive but never aggressive. Gentle like a kitten  and perseverance 
fierce like a lion. He loved mankind by showing them respect, he treated females 
with kindness, he treated children like little people, and he treated male like his 
equal. There were more to him then meets the eyes: He was very observance but 
never ever mindled in other's lives. What can I say about a man who everyone 
respected not by force but by choice. He loved and adore his woman who he spend 
his life with until her death, and that was my mom. He make me have respect for 
people especially men, all in the way he treated human. What can I say, he is 
practically perfect in every way, sound like Mary Poppins, but only better. He was not 
a man but my father, and I call him Datty instead of dad. His loving kindness will 
always warm my heart, but the memory of him will live on in my head; therefore, he 
is not dead only sleeping until we meet again, in heaven. Amen.


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Personify this

I am a dark metaphysical being
Created by the wall of reality breaching
the malevolent Fabric of your nightmares  
I am not the boogie man no
I am the force in your mind that describes depression
I am the all mighty one who makes love falter
I am the beast who shines no light but engulfs you in the night 



If i am broken
it means once i was whole
If i am dead
it means once i was alive
If i am depressed 
It means i have once been happy


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More personification

im a demon cast away call me legion im not one im many 
ill give you brain power for every penny
 send me back into the stars coincidentally 
i claim to be friendly until you offend me scripture is my destiny  
i bring arctic darkness bitter bliss
 and heartless im missing my compassion like im partless
no one can conduct alchemy without me
run into the wind so hard inertia felt me
physically im missing pain receptors its sickology
im not a man im a machine made from evil technology
my mission is simple its to make you go missing
middle of the night you can struggle you can fight
huddle down night vision i can see you high pitch
they raise crosses like they know the lord
I sliced my human side out so i could afford
to be brutal inhuman consuming the very thought of god


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Tedious Flames

I used to be a zippo 
with a wondrous flame, 
mesmerizing many men 
mending my path to fame. 
  
But with every flip and every trick 
my liquid flame trickled slowly away. 
Hinges would break with every shake, 
day and day after day. 
  
Now my own precious fluid  
is nearly depleted. 
Feeling less and less lucid, 
more and more often I'm seated. 
My hinges have broken, 
leaving so many words unspoken, 
for the will to speak them is gone. 
  
Now I remember 
that upon my birth 
was given to me, 
a lifetime warranty. 
I can replace 
my current disgrace 
with elegant grace, 
but that would not be me. 
  
I gaze at the stars 
into the dead trenches of mars, 
where life used to be. 
And I see 
the beauty 
in death. 
I look at my scars 
and relive their stories. 
I laugh at my reactions to the pain  
I thought was so intense, 
until I felt the next, 
laughing that I was far from slain. 
For even though I'm broken
and my fluid is gone, 
the memory of my flame 
shall burn on and on.


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my dark thoughts

is it a waking dream?
no,
is it a waking nightmare?
no,
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
every year,
every month,
every day,
every minute,
every second,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
heartless.


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The Pianist

They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
with violin
as his accompaniment.

They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—

violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.

Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
funeral song.


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Funny How Thins Go


      -------

I know that I am
Not a Turkey
I have said this
Once before
     -----
Hope to make it
Threw Christmas
And not just end up
At the foot of some-ones'
      -Door-
     -----
I know that there is truth
      And of this...
I wil not be forsaken
    But, above all else
I hope not to be mistaken

           GF

****Note:*****
Something real Turkey might say....
There is a little Turkey in all of us.....


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WAR 2

My Son came home.
For a well earned rest.
6 months he had served.
He was the best.
In his shining brand new jet.

He looked the same.
Childish face loving grin.
What did you do.
My fine young man?

I killed more than anyone.
I made the earth boil.
Hospitals, churches, all succumb.
To the dropping of my bomb.

But my son.
We raised you to be loving and mild.
Not to be a ravaging evil kind.
How can you do these terrible things?

It's OK Dad.
They are not real people you know.
Only fodder.
For me to blow.
I am doing my duty.
To God and King.
My orders are kill everything.

You are no longer my son.
I renounce you.
For what you have done
God will not forgive you, nor I.
You are covered in blood and sin.
You rejoice in it  within.

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Acid Tears Kiss of Death

 let it rain acid tears let the kiss
of death take the life of anyone 
it comes so swift then goes the
same way the only chance to cheat 
your own death is your will to fight 
and your will to live with your
loved ones when the chains of death 
comes down on some they let 
self pity carry them away and slip 
away into a sweet surrender of 
eternal sleep so makes jokes about 
what they dont understand or are 
scared of what will you do when 
the time comes for your own
moment of truth let it rain acid
tears and burn the flesh right off
your very own bones then slowly 
dissolve bones and brains you have
when it starts let the kiss of death 
come and take away the pain and 
guilt of what you have done to me 
you are thinking when do these 
chains come off and set me free 
but in the mean time the chains 
are rusting and turning your 
skin and bones into nothing


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nullness

Nullness is exploiting me
Vacant heart and soul
Dying slow ready to be 
Eaten by all.

Failure is good 
Success is heaven
But in that state i stood
Where none lies but demon.

That little fragment that
Never lets me fail
And that moment at
Which i dispair out of ail.

Its a punishment to be
Nothing, and dreams to
Be achievable, but see
I reach nowhere but blue.

That exhausted soul
Those lethargic hopes
Makes me crawl
On swift success slopes.

Where eaxh breath is dull
And each sight blur
I sight death as a mother- to lull
When i constantly err.

My pen frowns at me 
And eager to get lost
I see light..but he can't see
As i discuss dreams and he say you boast.

                        Akash sangwan


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are we the same

maybe you see nothing but love,
maybe your world is cheery,
but that is not mine...
for me life has never been "fun",
I've always had to put you before me,
it never mattered if I was happy,
all you cared for was your happiness,
I was a tool,
a toy to be used at will,
how I hated you through all my days,
listening to your problems,
keeping mine bottled,
one day you finally found me half dead,
my arms bloody, 
what did you do......
nothing,
 my life was fading yet you did nothing,
do I even belong here anymore?
no....for my purpose is not of this realm...
but the next...
for then I shall be freed from the bully's,
the haters, And those who would ridicule you,
and scrutinize you for all you do,
for that is all the attention that's given,
to the sad little child
who's last wish.... is to die


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I Will Never Love Again

I will never love again and give my heart away 
As I have done with you my love 
Though now you've gone away. 
I will never love another as I have worshipped you 
And worked and prayed for your success 
In all you tried to do. 
I will never love again 
And let my poor heart bleed 
For even though God called you home
You're all I'll ever need.

Copyright20  © Beatrice Boyle
All rights reserved 


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Your Not Gone,But Soon You Will Be

If Idon't get to say good bye for one and final time,
then know i've alway's loved you more than anyone could.
And though you are ill and the diseases you have are painful and kill,know God will comfort 
you and you'll rest in his arms.
You are my mother who I dearly love,you are my friend and alway's have been.
We've had our cries,we've had our laughs,
we've shared pain,and were both a little insane.
How can I say exactly say how i feel,
when so far away i cannot show you.
I wish i could give you all you deserve,
the moon the stars, and all you dreams,
take away all the pain,the nightmares,and screams.
This reality is all to real,
I want to wake up,call an apeal.
god is who we must call upon,
in times of right,in times of wwrong,in times of joy,and times of pain.
He is the one who can save us all!
Your soul he will rest,now i'm depressed.
Just in case i dont't get to say goodbye.
I wish i could hold you and hug you again soon.
But when i give you this letter it'll be to late,
you will probably be gone.
Cancer,serosis,diabetes,and more,
I sometimes curse life and it's whores,.
You my mother,please know i love you,
i love youi because you've alway's loved me,
in all i have been andand always a friend.
An ear to listen,an eye to see,a hug and a home ,
A mother in all.
times were rough in our growing up,
we didn't have much ,and sometimes very por,
you gave up alot,even the men that raped us.
We our family,barely alive,barely escaped.
Nobody knows of the horror we've endured or seen,
what we've lived,how cruel,how mean.
But we were strong,we made it through it all,
we have survived one and for all.
now your time is coming to rest,
So follow God,He offers his best,
A kingdom full of no pain or hate,
but of much love and joy.
something you so rarely had,
you will soon have.
So take it and be glad,
rejoice and be glad,
You will be in Heaven!
I love you mom!


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Sneakers

My name is Princess Sneakers
though I'm better known as Boo.
My life was great before the "dogs"
A fact that's sad but true.

I was the first, then we got Dink
which was O.K. with me.
but once they started getting dogs
they ended up with three.

They chase me and abuse me
they're stupid and they drool
how I wish for the "good old days"
when Kitties had the rule!

I just want to eat and sleep
and to be left alone.
One day they'll all be sorry
'cause I'll run away from home!


Written 1998
In Memory of "Boo" 
1/91 to 12/1/08
We'll miss you.


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BROKEN PORTRAIT

How to breathe...in the in between.
Is to see that which is unseen,
perfection, betrayed, through
timeless tales.
This is me and how i fell to my
own tale.
My cell is myself.
my key a broken portrait,
given unto immortality's last
fable.


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A Scar Is A Scar


I am very lonely today. Surely, 
my sorrow will last 
for a life time.  The Earth fell 
on me. First, my boss is kicking me out, for I am not 
of good use these days. Second, my Doctor says--

“You must be quarantined to prevent 
the outbreak of the virus!” Yes, I am infected with 
a deadly virus. I don’t know where I got it. 

I worked hard and even obeyed everyone, instantaneously  
to achieve my goal, my career. Shame, I over exposed--
myself. I’m dead! Now, what will I do?
 
I shared this bad news to my family and friends--
they were shocked! I prayed, in solitude, for help. Well, I got 
a message from someone of good heart, offering me

His magic cure. Although, I can easily follow 
the instruction: “Click this balloon”-- 
to remove the PSW.x-Vir Trojan trapped inside my body 
still, I am not happy. You know why--
whaah, I am no longer a virgin and a scar is a scar!


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How Alive

alone in my happy Living Room
with anry a soul in sight 
outside the Earth is crying
as the Sky claps with thunder
the Wind whistles through the sir
when Trees fall stomping on the power line
the World is completely pitch black
Door Knob spins itself rapidly
and Door moves aside to reveal Death
Death just as I imagined him
wearing a clock blacker than Night
Earth starts spinning faster than Light
Clouds and Souls that were taken scream
then the Universe is silent; all is dead


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veterans of the usa

the flag that flies above our head			
was put there by the people who are dead
you know, the veterans of the usa
the ones YOU seem to forget about everyday

they went to war for years at a time
and they barely even got a dime
come on people, you are here because of them
this is not pretend

your lives are free
even since you were three
these men were brave
and it was freedom that they crave

as the men and women enter the battlefield
with the guns they weild
all they could think about was their life
 their hearts beat as they grip their knife

all they heard were bullets fly
would this be their last goodbye?
will i never see them again?
the love, family and friends
 could this be the end? 

as the brave soldiers marched along
they sang this song....

"left,left, left right left....left...left left right left....we fight for freedom, lets defend this 
kingdom...the 
flag that flies above our heads....red, white, and blue...these colors are 
TRUE!!!!..... lord grip our 
hearts and give us strength to win this fight for freedom and save this wonderful 
kingdom"


the sounds of 100,000 men and women
with different thoughts within
medics stand by
waiting for the next to die

and we sit at home
some as still as a gnome
people listen to the news
and some people sit and play depressing blues

another man dies
another bullet flies
bombs left and right
oh please STOP this might!!!

loved ones falling on the feild
with a picture of their loved ones in their hand they weild
another one digs a grave
for the ones who were brave


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My Mind

I'm trapped
Locked inside my mind
Screaming to deaf ears
Crying to blind eyes 
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Day always night
Darkness invading innocent hearts 
Always seeing bad things happen
People's sanity coming undone
Moon dead
Sun vanished, stars hidden
Evil being unleashed
Good cowering behind fear
Seeing everything my mind invents 
People dying, hearts broken
Nowhere to hide 
Nowhere to run
Crying to blind eyes
Screaming to deaf ears
Locked inside my mind
I'm trapped


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Untitled

  War, 
Rolls off the tip of the tongue & the barrel of a gun
It's sunken eyes & shallow lies
Haunting "A few good Men" into insanity
Brutality at its highest
   Guaranteeing numbered lives
It sheds not one tear for the widowed wives
Who've seen husbands walk right off the page
Chapters engraved upon a slab of stone
   Rage rivals Revenge
Hand-in-hand a blazing fire is egged
In reflex we stand back let it go on burning
A dog with its tail between its legs
Grotesque pictures that make are stomachs churn
   What peace can come of this
Soldiers fought to achieve such bliss


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DEVIL me ANGEL you

A pitchfork that I hold
The devil's son or so i'm told
Heaven will not have me
Fire and Brimstone

This...
a neverending Hell of reality

Come as you are
An angel in flight
immortal superstar
Playing with his Minions delight
Soft and cuddly
Smiling in flight
Feather of the air
Those wings have not been earned
But the "man" does not truly care

The goodness that is you
but think,
those colors will show them true
False believers cannot hide from his eye
This is the word
quoted directly from the sky

I have been portrayed as soft of the weak
Heaven only wants the strong
instead of the timid meek
My lines across the face
have marked me to Hell
banished without so much as a trace
Left behind to plead my case

I AM HIS TOO!JUST AS DESERVING TO STAND
AND TAKE MY PLACE BESIDE HIS(OR HER)ARM

Devil's minion
wants to keep me imprisoned
A fate to be scorched
As you,"his Children" sit and 
make MERRY with the Heavenly Torch

Life may not be fair
as decedence
is decreed
more important up there

At least through these eyes
The innocent no longer applies
OUT OF TIME
Lucifer commands
MICHAEL,YOUR SOUL IS NOW MINE!!

This poem is done
Evil taking its place
Satan laughs delight
It has gained another face



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Grandma

Thank you for the gift of love, now you are sharing it up above.
You had many things to say, All in a caring way.
You always saw good in everyone, No matter what they have said or done.
You were always the one we could all lean on.
Even though it must have felt like a ton.
You were always the strength of the family, Now we must let you rest calmly.
As we say our goodbyes, As tears roll down our eyes.
I know your place in heaven has a good view, Because you are telling God....
I need to keep an eye on a few.
I know you will always be in our hearts and mind.
So Grandma, I must go, but we will never forget that you were one of a kind.


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A past renewed

Upon a time once there was a heart, a soul overthrown by fear itself, he wept
His past stood up and drew his breath from his very soul, leaving him almost dead
Challenging time to preserve the love that flowed toward his path nearing ahead
Troubled times, passing heart aches dwelled in his heart where hope was reigned and kept

Breaking in all part, even his dreams feared him, he was dead inside
All was forgotten, a fake smile substituted the once joyous heart that danced and sang
He knew not of hope or ligth to cometh his way any time soon, lost was his self pride
His dreams forgotten past the history of rhyme, where it all began with a big bang

Death walked beside his shadow, they held hands and purple he became
Dark were his hours, it rained all over his soul, soaking in all the floating wrong
Yet his heart stood idly still, in some ways it was fortified and it remained strong
Dark colors overthrew his colorful way of seeing the world, his dreams were tamed

Steping out all love, he sank into depression
Seeing not in life to come, but in eternal darkness did he see an answer to his feel
A shattered spirit slapped his vile vision
The broken yet hard heart looked up and shook hands with bad luck herself, it all was real

The ocean holds many buried bones of braveary that death claimed for her joy
At the bottom of the ocean lay all the dreams and hopes forgotten
Isolation and strife truly made that heart grow rotten
It shattred and it only remained in dust, for dust we were and dust we shall be

Forgotten, only remembered in the pain that followed him, that dwelled at his everday
Falling to the deepest sleep, death herself spoke out
Yelling ugly metaphors, expressing her points to the heart that stood strong and not in doubt
His King came forth the mountains that shook at his sigth, and gave him a past renewed


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Callings

The tide calls
The tide falls
The tide threatens 
To swallow us all

The moon swells
A tolling bell
Ever chimes
The midnight yell

The waves swirl
Spray, they hurl
Upon the rocks
Upon the girl

She sits there, night
After night, after fright
Dwelling on
What happen might

She twirls her hair
So golden, fair
Around a finger
Like the ring she'll wear

She doesn't love
Marriage on a whim
Her worst mistake
From her life she can't trim

The cold waters invite
Its black eddy delights
As she falls beneath its crest
And sinks with all her might

Think things all the way through


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Time's Up

How time doth flow,
Like grains of sand,
From the bony fingers,
Of death’s cold hand.

A blood stained scythe,
His weapon of choice,
A broken hourglass,
His haunting voice.

His cold blade hacking,
Piercing skin and bone,
No time for forgiveness,
No time to atone.


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Suicidal Wolf

This wolf’s tears sparkle in the moonlight,
The fear of the night,
And the mourning of the dead cubs,
Why must such a beautiful creature mourn,
Save something that feels,
Just like you and me,
Such beauty suffers,
And running in the moonlight,
Unable to stand this loss,
Burdened by guilt she runs,
Into the river,
Drowning herself,
And reuniting herself with her babies,
What a heavy loss she faced,
I see why she did it,
This beautiful wolf is dead,
And it’s all our fault. 


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The Flower And The Weed





The weed is jealous looking over to next door,
                       that pleasant flower whose most adored.
It eyes the style and mimics through its bloom
                       but there was only room for one to groom.
The clippers controlled by human hands
                       Decided first who was meant to leave the land.
The weed did fear for he only wanted love
                       But clipped away and jumped afar above.
 


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Cephas, a Stone

I am Cephas,
A rock upon the dry earth.
I am a stone
Lifted up and set in motion.
The wind surrounds me.
I sink into the brook
And settle.
The water rushes over me,
And my ragged edges and indentions are not;
I am smooth.
A young hand chooses me,
And puts me into a scrip
With four others just as polished-
But I'm the one lifted and set in motion.
The wind surrounds me.
I sink into the frontal
And settle.
The blood rushes over me.
The young hand takes me (still lodged)
To the Holy City.
Now I - Cephas, a stone,
A rock beneath the blessed soil of Jerusalem,
Am settled.


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Agony

So cold the airy night sift through the ruin, and flash into my heart, hollowness 
within the veil of pretense. 

                      Tiredness beneath the tears, vein dry of earthly feel. Deflowered by 
agony, i lay indecent. Dead and benumbed i am underneath the base. Cry Cry 
Cry, Please, let the light glaze against the hope. 

                       Wounded and wanned i am, legs sapped, skin shrivelled in pain,    
senseless within the woe, derangment is the pain within the anger that rip 
bleeding my senses void.

Oh! felicity is lost to me, mindless you must be to my prayers! Vale et al, 
poena infinitus.