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Passion Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Passion

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

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I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
                                      
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
                            
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.


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Umbrella

There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.

Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.

Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.

Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.


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Reviving The Senses Through Punctured Eardrums

What is it to hear a poem?
Ears ajar.
Eyes focused.
Mouth shut.
I struggle to listen when such words cut open
my head and try to make a nest out of my brain.
I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR A POEM!
My body jolts under these straps of limitation,
tightened by my ability to hear.
Why must one be limited to hear a poem?
I cast out stones towards those who care to listen.
Why don’t we be the poem?
Climb inside the mouth of a poem and 
understand it’s true voice.
Be the pen kicking fiercely at the paper, 
leaving behind marks of genius and creativity.
Rip open the heart of a poem and suck its
blood dry.
Feel a poem.
Be a poem.
Live a poem.
See words rise from the paper,
as they dance between the strings
of your heart.
Grab a hand of the message and twirl 
it around your mind and smother its
meaning with praise.
Curl up inside the dot of an ‘i’.
Slide across an ‘l’ and mold it into a ‘t’.
Travel across an empty plain were stubborn
boulders cry.
Attack black and white ideas with shades
of blue and green.
Drive a sword through their hearts and leave
them dead to what is known.
Fight a poem.
Hurt a poem.
Heal a poem.
Turn the waste of sound into
vibrant waves of belief and inspiration.
Let yourself be swept away by
imagination and surrealism.
Find your soul inside of a poem and 
claim it as your own.
Bring down the fortress of structure and
make its remains into martyrs of lost cause.
Open the doors of a poem and remodel
what’s inside.
NO! I do not want to hear a poem!
It sends pain through my soul to see the 
voice of a poem silenced by the ignorant
dangers of sound.
Help yourself and plug your ears.
Visualize the words through serene images of
beauty cultured by unmatchable craft.
See a poem.
Grab a poem.
Know a poem.
Be influenced by a poem.
Learn a poem and all of its meanings.
Threaten a poem.
Scare a poem.
Stab a poem.
Teach it how to live amongst a world of vultures, 
hungry for mistakes and misinterpretations.
Guide a poem into a building filled
with a million little fingers.
Like a poem.
Be touched by a poem.
Love a poem.
Show the world your insides.
Show them the words to your poem.


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Whispers Within



I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.


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I Rather Enjoy Being Played

By different lovers I’ve been kept,
some skillful and a few inept.
I always respond, unafraid.
I rather enjoy being played.

A Spaniard picked me up one time.
His classic strumming was sublime.
Notes poured from me like a cascade.
I rather enjoy being played.

That man released me, and soon I
was picked up by a strange punk guy
who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed,
I rather enjoy being played.

My strings broke often from his touch,
yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such
unique new tunes from me were made.
I rather enjoy being played.

His sister held me awkwardly,
but then she sang so beautifully
it mattered not my sound would fade. . . 
I rather enjoy being played.

She and her brother gave me to
some plucking fools without a clue
till an artiste came to my aid.
I rather enjoy being played.

He pressed my frets, this handsome boy.
My stings were vibrating with joy.
I climaxed with his smooth glissade.
I rather enjoy being played.

With him I hope to have remained
in years to come. His love’s unfeigned.
Although I know at times he’s strayed,
I rather enjoy being played.


for the Word Play Contest of Kim Morrison


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Anticipation Whispers

Anticipation whispers in my ear
And tells me of the splendors yet to be
Awakes feelings to my heart denied
She nestles in the deepest part of me

Anticipation wakes my heart to dream
She graces me with visions that excite
As I await to bathe in passion’s stream
She makes my body quiver with delight

Her promised pleasures do fulfillment find
For she has taught me unashamed to lie
And revel in caresses unconfined
Unfettered now to greater heights to fly

Anticipation, you have gifted me
With sweetest taste of love’s eternity

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Lifes descriptions

(Life is descriptive “We” The pages of it’s tell all journal)

The pen is mightier than the sword
In the world of art.

Like humans we create
Our own problems to solve.

The pen being limited,
Can only go as far as its ink will allow.
Once its flow has stopped, so will the pen
With it
It’s thoughts, problems solutions and it’s once
Dreamt dreams.

Knowing all my dreams
Never to see them in my head
Knowing they are real
Bringing them life instead

Release my essence as a whole
Open my heart for all to know
Feel my emotions, hear my touch
Listen thoroughly for I don’t say much

As a thought is being born 
One has exited memory
For when vocabulary can not exceed
Moving on my thoughts 
Watch them proceed

The more dreams I live
The less need I try
Poetic soul with thoughts in mind
Carry on my words
Painting stills in time
Cloudless memories telling quite the story of
The higher I stand
The higher I will fall
The farther I will fall
The easier to fly
The easier to fly
The more poetic soul I will find.

(Life is descriptive “We” The pages of it’s tell all journal)


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HEATHER IN THE MORNINGS DEW

Color so amazing - A pastel blend
Fragrance of tranquility
Bringing hostile thoughts - To an end
You help clear my mind, Keep it open
And off the one track side
Bring me to a subtle peace
Where it’s not so hard on the knees
To have you there, To share your land
Reaching out to understand
Believing in you is not real
Being filled with good - You are my shield
Inner strength, To its higher form
Through thick and thin
Through the strongest storm
Shine - with the realism,
Of realistic you
For you are my heather
In the mornings dew


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For My Children

For My Children

I have cried so many tears

I have laughted over the years

I have given you my all

I've watched you stumble and seen you fall

and I try'ed to help you through it all

but now your grown and on your on

I hope you remember what you've learn

and teach your children all about heaven

and how much it takes to be a parent

I'm so proud this is true i want you to know

how much i love you


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Night Time Love

As I sit in my window sill.
Relaxed no thrill.
Time goes by, but it seems the world stands still.
I sit and gaze .
Truly amazed.
By the beauty that sits in front of me.
The stars winks at me, twinkles and dance.
So magnificant I saw in watch in a trance.
The love I felt between us must be true romance.
But suddenly it fades.
It fades so quickly and with little warning.
Because within a few moments it will soon be morning.
So sadly it leaves, but leaves with a kiss of delight.
The wind whispers its goodbyes and promise to return tomorrow night.


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