Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.

Personification Inspiration Poems | Personification Poems About Inspiration

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

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Personification |

The Cure

With your mind think of what you want to see with your eyes 
With your eyes see what you want displayed to you heart 
With your heart desire what you want to define your soul 
With the will and standards of the Source examine your soul.

Copyright © Steven Ernest Lee Cummings | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

Once Lived Life As Both Fox And Chasing Hound

Once Lived Life As Both Fox And Chasing Hound

Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions were crude.

When fleeing forth in life at lightning pace
taking too much as I ran, a disgrace.
Never worried about deep and high costs
figured each cold Winter brought killing frosts.

When chasing old fox, my mind went astray
swearing to catch and eat him every day.
With each new dawn, my hunger more intense
I failed to see myself being so dense.

One sad dawn, I caught that shifty ole fox
his words showed me my big, dark prison box.
Blessed reprieve for him, I did not eat
His wisest move and both our greatest feat.

Once lived life as both fox and chasing hound
each one thinking, they were true, honor bound.
As the fox, took great pride in being shrewd
failed often to see my actions, were crude.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 164

Note- Inspired by Tim Smith's free verse poem--titled the
 -- The Fox And The Hound.--

As I do not do free verse very well, methinks, I went with personification in rhyme and ten syllable verses.
Thank you my friend Tim Smith, for the great inspiration.. your free verse poem and its creativity
and depth inspired this effort by me , written in a much different poetry form.
I hope this poem written this morn, may honor your poem well, as an inspired tribute to it. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |


By John Weaver

At school I learned to read and write, to add and take away, 
Of geography and history and sports I learned to play 
They taught me all about the world and even outer space
And how to beat another as competition I would face

I learned of lands and cultures that had a different cause
And so we fought and beat them in many different wars
They said that strength and power was the thing I needed most
That I should learn to conquer others, no matter what the cost

They taught me how to be a winner at my work and play
And never mind the loser who may fall along the way
Through all those years of learning the plan was plain to see, 
The only thing that mattered was what I could do for ME

Then I met my teacher who taught me something new
That all those things I’d learned had nothing at all to do
With living life with purpose and thought for our fellow man
By showing care and love to others as often as we can

My teacher taught me that life is a level playing field
That we’re all in it together sharing wounds that must be healed
There simply is no difference between you and me
We’re all God’s own children and one big family

My teacher taught the needs of others and the hardships they have to face
May well have been my own, if not for God’s good grace
That handicaps and weaknesses are really there to prove
How fortunate I am to see and talk and hear and move

My teacher showed that happiness is just a case of choice
Instead of choosing sadness we simply choose rejoice
Rejoice that we are able to experience every day
The beauty that the blind can’t see and words the mute can’t say

To walk and talk and feed yourself are gifts you should embrace
It’s the taking part that matters and not who wins the race
And as each and every one of us is taking part in life
What matters most is our gratitude regardless of our strife

To be grateful for the gifts you have and not those you desire
Is the secret to your happiness and to which you should aspire
To show your love to others with help, support and care
To let them know if needed that you are always there

My teacher taught me lessons I never will forget; and I know it sounds absurd
But she taught me all of this and yet…SHE NEVER SPOKE A WORD.

(I call Emily my teacher because although she cannot speak and can do so little, she has taught me so much).

Copyright © John Weaver | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

First Crush: You Crushed My feelings forever

For the boy who had gone through his first crush..  wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!

Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!

She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!

Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!

My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!

Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!  with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |

How to give birth

Her pregnant brain shattered on concrete styles
I taught her how to give birth

For decades her brain had no experience
She spoke in giggles 
Baby thoughts crawling away from her sheltered smiles

Voices speaking entrances and exits

Her tears were diluted with words
Coloured to give light to unborn emotions
She was too young to mother her intelligence

With stitches around the scent of her dreams 
She had no clue how to give birth 

Eyes were safeguarded in gloves for any greasy guidance
Sharp blades were spared for surgical opinions

She jumped into conclusions 
Everyone saw what’s between her pen and paper

Her abdomen grew thorns
She lost all her baby poems for she birth only homemade babies
Her pregnancy was a secret

Now she mothers the nation 
I taught her how to give birth
She speaks to them in rapid poems
She mothers the nation in pages

(c) Ray

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

The frozen senses

The frozen senses

The frozen senses, lives again
With a sunshine of hope
Over it, making each pain
Active again, and the fears door ope.

The twinkling dreams which are
Ready for show, the blushing delights
Reluctant, all the years near and far
And all the lows and heights.

Zeniths of glories, ready
To motivate, the disasters of past
Ready to teach, the victories steady,
Failures fast, all are ready to teach at last.
                                                                            Akash Sangwan

Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |


It's my life, the life of a Rider,
And my journey,a journey for survival.
I'm gonna ride on, to my destination,
got to keep on riding with no stagnation.

This journey is filled with dangers
but I'll still keep moving on my Avenger.
Got no pillion, I ride alone,
left behind that place, place i called home.

The roads may be rough,the roads may be smooth,
have to keep on riding as i intend to seek the truth.
In this journey I've been through valleys,I've been through Mountains

Started from streets ,now I rule the Highways
My bike, my helmet,my Jacket and all my gears are 
symbol of my strength,on the roads of fear.

There are times when my strength crumbles and so does my bike,
still I veil my helplessness in stubborn desguise 
but whatsoever may happen I never hitch-hike

And i guess this is why it is my life, it is me what it defines
I keep on riding till everything is alright.
Call it my attitude,stubbornness or confidence in my bike,
Being a Rider, I can never Hitch-hike....

Copyright © Aditya Mathur | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |

the path

 time to be inside of this, hopeful recollection.
staying still, within the moment inside my thoughts collection.
I am my heart and not the thought, I will to be perfection.
giving in and letting go of the fears of clouded judgment.
I am the man left in a dream and child without clothing.
embracing every moment in the demolition of my ego spilling out.
I am the warm and cold, the new and old, the one who sowed,
my own beautiful destruction.

memories,... reminiscent like a drug made of heaven.
floating soft and safe inside of connection.

I am the fool that sold the world for a deserted wasteland.
putting the blocks in my way, one at a time with my own hand.
but I'm letting go, all I've known is fallen by wayside.

time to revel in the new, dreams they come by knowing.
following the currents of the universe, expanding and ever-growing.
time to face the monster that's torn my love away.
face to face with the formless , digging my way down.
there's beauty in the resonance, in the cycles and the circles.
spinning in the picturesque minute tones and sounds.

I'm facing up, and turning 'round to find the path,...

the ALL and NOW are my home.
I'm a living eternal vicarious being, a part of god inside creation.
to know this concept leaves you weightless.
and to feel it brings you new sensation.

Copyright © brandon callaway | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!

®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Personification |

I Am Success

I was once told the sky was the limit
Then I learned of the footprints on the moon
I distanced my steps, imagined and then committed
I danced to the rhythm of my own tune

I Am Success

Copyright © SHERRY BECK | Year Posted 2016

Details | Personification |

My Oldest Brother

My Oldest Brother

There is a story in the Bible about a young man name David who slew a giant name Goliath.  My oldest brother was also name David, and he too slew several giants of a different kind.  Please allow me to name just a few of the giants that my brother slew.

The name of the first giant was MR. POVERTY, and David slew that giant by being a hard worker.  This David who was my oldest brother slew a lot of giants, and I think those who knew him would agree.  David slew Mr. POVERTY by taking advantage of every good opportunity that came his way.

The name of the second giant was MR. MAKE US RICH, and he killed that giant by not spending his entire life making other people rich.  In stead, he believed in himself and started his own business.

The name of the third giant was MR. RENT RECEIPTS, and he slew this giant by purchasing his own home and other properties.  In so doing, he stopped receiving rental receipts and started giving them out to others.

The name of the fourth giant was MR. SELFISHNESS, and he destroyed this giant by helping other family members like myself to better themselves.

The name of the fifth giant was MR. I CAN'T, and he slew this giant by helping me and many others to realize our own success.  The jump-start that he gave to others and me enabled us to go as far as our dreams would take us.

The sixth and last giant was name MR. BE LIKE US.  My brother David killed this giant, and just like the David in the Bible, he cut his head completely off.  This giant wanted everybody to be like him, and David did not try to be like everybody else.  He just wanted to be himself and do things his way.  I never knew if David had a favorite song, but if I had to guess, it would probably be Frank Sinatra’s song, "I DID IT MY WAY".

10/26/2013 (Contest, Older siblings)

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |

A Eulogy To Poetry-Soup

I extol your virtues.

I lean back,exulting at 
your innovation and 
A dream come true-I 
salute you.
   I salute your inventive
   Paragon of excellence.
  An out-let for display of 
emotions and feelings in 
tangible form.
   Limitless quiver 
housing the enlightened
expanding arrows.
   Your ship of knowledge 
ferry talents from 
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no 
race or gender.
   I salute you sunlight of 
  A safe haven for 
wandering minds-
bringing imaginations to 
  Kudos! I pray:
  The spread of night 
shall not over-shadow.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |


Frightened; scared; worrisome, that's how I am..
Not that I am so ****ed up or too bad..
Rather I am caring so much...
Or maybe I have experienced too much..

I built up walls to protect myself...
I restricted myself to rules and regulations..
I defined and structured ways to be in control..
I followed a pattern to avoid dominion...

Maybe because of how I have grew up..
Maybe because of how the persons treated me..
Maybe because of how situations challenge me..
Maybe because of actual experience..

True, I am almost exactly like that..
Few have taken the time and effort to discover me..

Behind those smiles are hidden pains to burst..
Behind those silence are quiet tears waiting to break..
Behind those hugs are yearnings of affection.
Behind those compositions are me: myself...

Yet, I have always been hopeful...
Always holding on...
Not that of pretentions.
Nor to give good impression..

Rather, It is because of that burning faith..
It is because of that selfless love...

Didn't I laugh hard until I'm teary eyed..
Didn't I sing so much until my voice hoarse..
Didn't I eat so much that I burp..
Didn't I given so much that I'm remembered...
Didn't I still love so much that I don't expect any returns..

I lie to protect people I love..
I break rules to get closer to what I want..
I work hard to attain my dreams...
I try to be the happy me to me others happy..

I am living my life the way I know right..
I made mistakes and even failed..
but, I rejoice to acknowledge these didn't stop me..
These didn't lead me to quit..

I rise up..
I stood up..
I am still here..
God, helped me through it all..

by: olive_eloi


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |

I Cannot See You In The Fog

The tides roll in; I do not see them,
As the fog breathes in, obscuring the sun,
Just a moment ago, you were here beside me,
But the fog stole in, and now you’re gone.

In the daylight, we were so very bright,
As diamonds sparkling in the sands of time,
Two pearls together in a single shell,
We left to see what lay beyond.

And somewhere upon our newfound shores,
We let our eyes wonder for a moment's glimpse,
To see if what we shared was true,
And ignored that fog growing ever dense.

Yet sometimes the fog is what we need,
To teach us how to walk alone,
So when our daylight comes breaking through,
It's not the WHERE, for which we care...

But for the WHO is our true home.

So meet me down on the shores of time,
My darling, when the daybreak springs,
Lay your soft head on my wearied chest...
Let the tides roll in and do the rest...

They’ll sweep us back into forever,
That together, forever we shall never loose,
Except again, when a fog rolls in...
And the home we are, is the one we choose.

Facebook:  gopoem.com or www.gopoem.com  - What We Read, Is Where We Go...

Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

Whenever you Come

sometimes when you come
and i'm hardly aware of your presence
a warmth that spreads
envelopes me
a well being
in my heart
tranquility transcending
little by little
gentle caresses
bring an awakening
and i know
it's you
i succumb
to your ministrations
feeling the changes
you bring
quiet till you've had you fill
i lie still
feeling your movement inside
content in the knowledge
i will bear fruit

other times you shake me
a forceful wind
you bend and move me and sway
how you play me
want to slay me
i'm helpless in your grip
you rampage and rage
manifesting your power
you make sure i'm aware
you're here
your everywhere
you claim as i quiver
all other thoughts cease
as i wait for release
when your done fulfilling your need
and i am left alone

alone to reel, to relive, to reveal

however you come,
you leave me...undone
in heightened state of awareness
that only is subdued
when i've fully released
all that's left of you

my life peaks and thrills
with your every visit
be it frenzied or calm
at dusk or at dawn
whenever u come
i live

i live

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |


In my youth my sanity did not reflect my reality 

as an adult my reality did not reflect my sanity 

at an age unknown my memory does not reflect my existence

Copyright © Steven Ernest Lee Cummings | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |


The helpless despise the help, 
the sick declines the cure, 
the disadvantage destroys the advantage, 

the help, the cure, and the advantage despise, 
declines and destroys the idea of giving up

Copyright © Steven Ernest Lee Cummings | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

Stryder -Reversed-Ready I Returns

Endless the voice… Allowing ye force… Chi your way be… Harmonically… At one ment… No accident… Devil inside… Enoch too… Victory He Knew… Edgar Cayce’s Class… Revisiting the past… Year seven advanced… Love’s true romance… Irresponsible nights… Greatest lustful heights… Hedonistic at its best… Tales similar to rest… Right and wrong… Allowed to go on… Yearning to see… Invisible key… Navigation free… Hue of this light… Existence in sight… Upper pylon effect… New reason elect… Internally select… Virtually ye virus be… Evoking or Invoking… Resistance is fool’s futility… Sailing these solar winds… Ender’s game began… No reversing…. The Script….making the mind three into the one Creator… Ender’s game began… Sailing these solar winds… Resistance is fool’s futility… Evoking or invoking… Virtually ye virus be… Internally select… New reason elect… Upper Pylon effect… Existence in sight… Hue of this light… Navigation free… Invisible key… Yearning to see… Allowed to go on… Right or wrong… Tales similar to rest… Hedonistic at its best… Greatest lustful heights… Irresponsible nights… Love’s true romance… Year seven advanced… Revisiting the past… Edgar Cayce’s Class… Victory He Knew… Enoch too… Devil inside… No accident… At one ment… Harmonically… Chi your way be… Allowing ye force… Endless the voice…

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

The Moon

A white smudged dot on the misty sky peering onto the place where they live
the big and small ones with four legs, two legs, and the single-legged green ones
they have a myriad of motor skills and are not limited to revolving and rotating
they move in all directions and create many different sounds from their mouths
they huddle close together, they eat, they sleep, they kill, they fight, they bleed
they do so many things at once, how do they even coordinate their actions?
but the single-legged green ones and huge triangular brown ones do not move 
how do they manage to stay in a single spot for millennia despite their huge size?
there are others that fly above them with wings in hundreds of shapes, colors, and sizes
the blue shaky, wavy liquidy surfaces move in themselves but not much outside
Many colored boxes of diverse sizes are constantly on the move upon wheels
there is a thick cloak of atmosphere protecting them from the wrath of the sun
but they get enough light and power to survive and go on with their daily routine
they devour the sun and the air around them but never give anything in return
why are they so many? what do they do? and why do I need to revolve round them?

Copyright © Onaiza Khan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

The Guard of the White Mansion

Oh ho! Hairstyle of hers has changed!

So different she looks today; mature and confident.

I like it. But oh! Her long old long tresses, I do miss...

Gaze I do, at her shining face, everyday

But I'm sad; look me into the eyes, she never does!

Strange, she does bow to me in prayer every morning

and hope of mine is sustained with her rare glimpses, up.

Her kohl lined eyes and quivering lips tell her mood….

In glittering gold and exciting red palanquin, it was... 

The gate of this lovely mansion, she did cross.

Not without paying homage to me, the historical guard.

I longed to be the first to see the bride to rule here.

Alas! dutiful veils hide her...then, one was teased by a gust;

An elegant jewel clad hand came to grasp it and

A radiant face lifted momentarily towards the sky

And disappeared as quickly.... I was enchanted.

So lovely… a real queen who would adorn my white mansion.

Next day, she came blooming to the yard temple

For her first day prayer… a woman complete….

Oh ho! Those tresses, long and humid; her tightened sari…

And the sparkles of love and happiness on her bubbly face…

I decided to guard her from that day, praying she blooms forever.

A year now, my wish has been granted, she is as luminous.

But I do hope she looks into my aggressive tiger face, once!

24 lines 

Copyright © Sunita U.D Palawon | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

Benediction To Anonymous Minds

     Triumphant milestones rocked and rolled thru this (viz – modern) age  
     began in the dawn of Homo Sapiens early evolutionary light
     when those prime ape proto simians trod the virgin land
     gorging on the plentiful NON GMO sustenance 
     availed courtesy of Mother Earth  
     adept at a fair game of Life – whether on the prowl for prey
     or a bipedal meal for carnivorous creatures 
     competing to survive usurping swiftly tailored prestidigitation
     i.e. thru trial and error to out maneuver meat ting demise
     between sharp mandibles of some hungry beast
     intent (sans sly harried styled strategy), or cannibalized
     thru strength of a rival “noble savage” 
     whence techniques to secure a toehold at dominance
     namelessly benchmarked the genetic codification
     whence accidental chance endeavors fostering heft
     manifested into deliberate (albeit crude) implements
     tweaked the tipping point to guarantee targeted quarry
     lead to resultant bone a fied raw byte size chunks.

     Subsequent spontaneous sparks perfecting “dead set” bullseye
     precision to stave off hunger constituted constituent contraptions
     crafted amidst accessible sharp pointed sticks and/or stones
     incorporating dexterity to forge sophisticated trappings
     setting the figurative stage engendering progeny borne with insight
     accrued, communicated, and encoded genetically instilling
     an advantage one band of decreed forebears hailed judiciously
     leapfrogging noggins of prehensile 
     roving similar unsung wrangling yammering apes.
     Necessity to sustain specific species and/or genus 
     serendipitously seeded savant abilities
     accentuated, emancipated, and implanted linkedin plus
     upon the discover re: visa vis of fire
     and the invention of the wheel
     both drawn from hobnobbing knuckle dragging
     unbeknownst geniuses endowed wherein cranial crucible crimped
     with innovative insight that stepped up modus operandi
     allowing, enabling and providing purposeful indelible blueprints 
     garnering head start against succumbing to become main course of a meal
     and biological cutting edge gently held imprimatur  
     whereby next of kin, progeny, or select warrior
     born equipped with means to jimmy solutions,
     when necessary smelting valuable tools of the trade  
     outlasting the stone er or iron age innovators.      

Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |


There you are Green and tall
Waving your leafy hands cheerfully,
Every new leaf gives me hope,
Flowers are your innocent smile,
Sometimes i think you feel for me
when you shed your leaves,
i stay mesmerised when you play 
with the birds swingging here and there with wind
Even with few up and down ( shedding and growing)
you stand still with pride infront of me.

Copyright © saranya sridharan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

The spell of the moonlight

A spell of the moonlight

I looked through the sky yesterday night....
The moon was there shinning all so bright.
It was dazzling gracefully captivating me into its bounty beauty!

The night was misty, the clouds conquered the arena but the moon continued to shine.
In Fact, it looked even pretty, succumbing me to chase it with all my might....

The clouds soon shredded away and the moon was still shining like a troop and it looked more
shiny-bright than before !! maybe it was a magic of sight but
The moonlight did have
                    some spells to say~~~

It preached that no matter how hard life is gonna be,
No matter how many hardships one's gonna face,
No matter how many problems gonna stand in front of you,
You shouldn't stop fighting.
You shouldn't stop hardworking.
You shouldn't stop shining !!!!

The time will be hard and that's certain but a soldier should keep fighting until the last breathe to
wreck down all fucking enemies!
And once the dawn of freedom and happiness will arrive,
Once the hardships will be over.....
You will shine even brighter in fact bright af !


The difficulties in our life are for improving us, they are for our own betterment!
So never back off and keep shining like the moon.
So those were the spells of the moonlight!!!

I wish this message of moon reaches to everyone and hope they could read it in the blissful
moonlight ....
Till then ....
Glow. Dazzle. Shine.

Copyright © ABHISHEK ARORA | Year Posted 2017