Metaphor Personification Poems

I worry that my coat will murder me.
Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark.

I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting,
hidden in the...

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Sheila asked him
“Do you have the time?”
Ben answered “It’s five after two.” She responded “That is a perfectly good answer, but that is not the...

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 I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops...

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I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me...

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In Como's embrace, where giants convene,
Sunlight pours molten, a celestial scene.
Brushed on sapphire, a canvas so deep,
Liquid jewels shimmer, secrets they keep.

From fiery fingers, light...

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Our
              Hawaiian Sun
        got burned
...

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An isolated silhouette grows
amongst cowering greens as
an aimless impression yonder
trace mimicking lifeless postures. 

Outlines vanish from the capture
as that raises a different outcome,
yet the instinctive...

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Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously...

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The teal peels as it submits to gloaming,
and a round lucidity exposed abroad.
As the alien brilliance shines far away,
the maneuvered view is being cast.

'Tis dormancy...

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I am destruction
The fervor of my fiery temper wreaks havoc upon ignition
Sparked and left ablaze to drift, knowing only to burn
If you ignite me, I...

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I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird, 
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,...

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*** The Trapped Wasp’s Tale ***

Today I am a wasp in the room
Noticed when
Sights of light began the sounds
Of my tap-smacking
Head bangs
Trying to get through...

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An attenuated tree branch reaches out to its drowning shadow in the inert millpond.

(23 Syllables)

Personification is a poetic device and not a poetic form, hence...

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the lips of sunset 
caress teal outcrop 
damp with anticipation 
	
ever speeding up 
and illuminating every last aspect 
however reluctantly 
as it 
has to relinquish...

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When you are alone you are all your own. ~Leonardo da Vinci

the Milky Way that rises like a sea fret 
forging a way amongst the...

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