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Metaphor Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Metaphor

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The Moon Only Cries

A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe

The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay

Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer

The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries



Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13  Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah
03/03/13


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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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Chicken Slam

They want my thighs/ 
So smooth and innocent feathers flying across broken brunches of skeletons/ 
They want my rhymes/ 
This is no poultry for poetry/ 
My poetry is no coward type chicken/
My words are salty/  

I’m a bird i fly on top of state’s real brains/ 
Consuming meat and eggs of past fellow cowards/  
Omnivores lines/ 
These earth i scratch with my mouth/ 
Is a prostitute/
Tougher than concrete lines/
These earth i scratch with my mouth/ 
Is everyone's Present Day Hell 
Serving tissues/
My thoughts are concrete tears like rebels/

Poets
scratch and sing mirrored messages in flocks/ 
This pictures are born from chests incubated second hand writings/  

Smell my symptoms/
Stainless inks/ 
Blinking one eye ink/ 
Eyes wide open never see compost in words/
Aimed at fertilizing unattractively skinnny promises/

O gosh Chickens/

Shoes of chicken view touch souls with my hand clues/
Cowards spray away chicken slams/

They want my thighs/
In holidays they slaughter families born in days of slavery/
They want my rhymes/ 
They want my thighs/
(c) Ray


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Reflections of a Mirror

Reflections of a Mirror

You examine me as if 
I am an answer-
As if I am the answer.
You search the reflection
Of your own eyes as if
They can tell you more
Than I already have-
But the answer 
Is always the same
As the question;
I'm only repeating back
What you've already
Told me-
I am only the echo
Of your own
Mirror image...
You look at me and see
Yourself;
If you can't defeat
The compulsion to call me
A liar, then at least
Fight against the impulse
To break me under 
Your fist-
I can not fix you
Or myself,
So try to resist the 
Urge to scream at me
When I can't tell you
What you want to know-
Are you trying to
Test some misguided
Hypothesis that if you 
Show me 
Enough of your soul,
I will crack into 
A reflection of
Your heart?-
Is that why you
Let me see you
When you are too
Ashamed to lift
Your face to meet
The gaze of 
Anyone else?
I have seen you
On every sleepy morning
That came to soon,
And every Friday night
That couldn't have
Come soon enough...
I have seen you
On nights when
You are lonely enough
To look at me and 
Pretend that the face
You see behind the glass
Belongs to another 
Human being-
I have seen
Your tears falling thick
Until the surface of 
My glass and your cheek
Are like synchronized
Window panes pondering
Rainstorms,
Every hesitant smile that you
You have tried on for size,
Before asking me
What I think...
But I am not an answer...
Only a mirror.


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Rain-drops

There 
came 
the 
storm 
From 
the 
west,blowing 
And 
sweeping 
thro 
the 
Land 
of 
Owerri....              
People 
rushing 
to 
and 
fro, 
Looking 
for 
shelthers.        
Ladies 
falling 
from 
pencil 
Heeled 
shoes,alas! 
thud! 
Came 
the 
sound...... 
Splashing 
pool 
of 
water 
to 
Passers-
by 
drenched 
by 
Pelting 
sound 
of 
rain-
Drops.....children 
pelting 
Down 
the 
hill,looking 
for 
Rescue 
from 
the 
Unwelcome-
stranger.        
Blow! 
Blow!
thou 
gentle 
Wind 
from 
east,thou 
Saintly 
visage,disperse 
This 
un-
wanted 
guest 
From 
the 
west.                 
Allow 
folks 
feel 
the 
warmth 
of 
sun 
once 
Again!


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Sun Kissed by YOU

                        Daily I’m sun kissed
             Burned by the warmth of your lips,
                      for YOU are the sun
                       

                   Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Treasure of My Heart

Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed with golden keys. Her voice called to me the first time I held her in my arms. I strummed her six strings slowly in the key of G, then moved softly to D and C. All the while, I searched earnestly for her purity in sound quality and style. She was not the most beautiful in the showroom. But oh yes! She did flatter me with her musical presence. She was beautiful to me! I knew from that moment on she would be mine for eternity. 

Within the hour, I took her home to meet the family. She was shy on the journey, not making a sound; perhaps due to this being her first automobile ride or simply wanting to see a world she was now a part of. Yamaha was cased in alligator leather, a brown dressing which was stylish for the day. We were both nervous as we arrived and got out of the car. My strong caressing grip on her handle assured her she wouldn’t fall and it would be alright. She knew it would be alright as I smiled at her. 

I opened the door, allowing her to enter first. When in the living room, I called to everyone to come meet the newest member of the family. Dad was taken by her simple yet elegant beauty and style. Mom touched her first and she was most pleased. At that moment I realized the importance of first impressions as Mom marveled at how pretty she was. I sat down in the best chair in the living room while Mom listed to Yamaha talk and I sang a popular country love song.  I was pleased with the family acquaintance to Yamaha. It was evident she had become a part of the family.

 The first few weeks, I couldn’t keep Yamaha out of my arms. I longed to be with her every minute of the day. In my eye, she made me smile by just gazing upon her. I fumbled with her in those beginning days. She ignored my elementary attempts at refinery and permitted me the time to catch up to her mastery rather than bow down to my level. Like any two lovers, both must reach to the need of the other. Only then is love truly in harmony. 

Today, Yamaha is not the young glistening blond I held in my arms some thirty years removed. Her wood has been scared by my love to play her. She has received countless face lifts which cover her tainted mother-of-pearl. Her brown leather case dress stands in need of a seamstress care. But as with all things having been learned through love, we now make beautiful music together. She is my treasure, a light into my soul's well. She amplifies my inner being. As I perform, she is glorified. We have grown old together,and gotten better in time. I still hold her in my arms day by day as this lover has risen to her grace and expectations. She is my treasure for a life time.


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Science

Sleeping dragon through the Dark Ages,
Coldblooded and unfeeling wraith,
It awoke and consumed the human race,
Entering every aspect of their lives.
Nothing can destroy this beast of knowledge
Except an Apocalypse.


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UNDER THIS RED UMBRELLA

UNDER THIS RED UMBRELLA The rain did not stop us romantically. Our love was to be enjoyed. Life span was our imagery. We are young adults in love. We walked in an embrace. We talked about family and friends. We were unity of togetherness in this scene. I looked away shortly and saw others doing the same. That momentary endeavor drew his attention as well. He leaned forward with protection so that I would not get wet. This red umbrella glisten from the night lights as we stroll through the park. The tree leaves were wet; this was autumn. Good spirits were in optimistic to longevity. The red umbrella reflects the leaves of the trees as it does my man’s adoration of me. Under this red umbrella are images of love! _____________________________________| User Name: Verlena S. Walker – Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine Sponsor: Leonora Galinta Personification of Lovers done for Poem with a theme of "Umbrella" Free Poetry Contest Entry Date: March 22, 2014


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Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


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