Personification Ballad Poems | Personification Poems About Ballad
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I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn
gliding fervently in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes
flaunting your gossamer wings in whimsical ballad
sprinkling ethereal dew upon the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter tickling my bare shoulder
a slight inhale of fragrance's breath lingering within my thought
chasing the back of my neck,teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile preserves the moment
Of your tender brush across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss fading in evanescent bliss
and unspoiled warmth of ardent touch upon my hair
My heart capture the seconds
till those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom,which sway
which bleed and bend,which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So,I would not follow dreams'coloured pastels
So I would not run to you,and I would not find you
by Spring's muddy gardens,in the faraway land.
Contest : ' In the Faraway!!!' sponsored by G.Veneto
Inspired by love and nature
Written by- Charmaine Chircop
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013
The sun has deigned to smile on me
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon
I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow
On velvet sheets of midnight black
I reign, mistress supreme
The stars all look with wonder on
Entranced by each moon beam
The love he made remains in me
And pulsates forming tides
The sea and oceans can't be still
From love that in me bides
The waves, they swell and do my will
The mistress of the night
Reflecting love from lover Sun
Until he rules in light
The sun, he comes to smile at me
His lover, mistress moon
He raptures me in his embrace
My splendor will shine soon
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
The Unusual Ballad of Lily and Pierre
Feline Lily strolled one day
and behold who did she see,
Pierre, the Tom cat of her dreams
under a cherry tree.
She gazed at him, he winked at her
from that day it was their plight,
they were destined for each other
it was true love at first sight
She admired his wiry long black hair
on his back a white stripe too,
but she had one little problem
she didn't know what to do.
In certain situations
at any time or given day,
he sprayed a putrid odor
that seemed to never go away.
She didn't know how to tell him
that he really stunk,
and he didn't know to tell her
that he actually was a skunk.
Lily couldn't bear to leave him
and so the story goes,
she chose to wear a clothespin
daily on her nose.
I guess the lesson learned here,
whatever flaws you think you've got,
true love can rise and overcome
you're a skunk or not.
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014
I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender
rising in my dawn
in a sun-kissed breeze.
An ephemeral bliss
enchanting the depths
of these caramel eyes.
Your purple wings flaunt
in whimsical ballad
Sprinkling evanescent dew
across the embers of my heart.
And I feel them ,silk fluorescent flutters
tickling my bare shoulder
Chasing the back of my neck
Teasing in wistful wonder.
My blushed smile
preserves the moment
of each tender touch
across the ivory of my cheek
It preserves the moment
of fervent kisses
fading in ethereal bliss.
An unspoiled warmth
A playful brush moving
along hazel cascading hair.
My heart captures the seconds
before those iridescent wings
fly high in sheer splendour
to crimson blossoms which bloom
Which sway,which bleed their rose
Which wrap their stems around my feet
Around my hands,so I would not follow
shimmering dust on promised paths
of rainbow's pastels.
So I would not find the faraway land.
Yet,here I am,on autumn's carpet
I mark my footprints.
Yet ,Here I come ,so close to you
Surrounded by serene calm beauty
Waltzing with the most unique butterfly
The one I love ,loyal and true
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017