Best Personified Poems

I am nature,
soul of a mountain,
buried under 
a billion snowflakes.

I float like butterflies,
from petal to petal.
As cinereal clouds clear,
under a glistening sunrise,
I illuminate like a lustrous rainbow -
I am daylight. 

I am a falling leaf,
from the tallest tree.
I am gravity,
can you feel me?
Can you hear...

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How beautiful the frosty breath of winter on the land
A breath so cold ...a kiss of death...that turns Mother Earth to stone  
But with the passing of time...Spring will take her breath away.


Written:  May 30th, 2018
Author:  Elaine Cecelia George of Canada...

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The rage I feel now is boiling inside, pressure in my head

I have never liked this feeling when I’ve felt it before, too close to being dead

I am tormented between jealousy and guilt, not sure how to deal

If I could figure it all out and...

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I was lost in your cherubic face,
Searching places of great elegence,
Your eyes like two perfected diamonds,
Your skin like the fair greeny fields,
Where farmers longs to get greater yields,
Such perfection my eyes never saw

Your hair was pure and long,
As the wind blew it to and fro,
My...

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There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in Control

Eternal empty eyes  emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are You Love?,...

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There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control

Eternal empty eyes  emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?,...

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There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control

Eternal empty eyes  emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?,...

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I am the period, the rest,
The pause; that period when 
Ladies wore masks of gauze

And kings, their followers
Lesser men, dabbed the dot
Full stop with pen

And in some secret microdots,
FBI and commies played, games
Of intrigue (taxpayer paid)

Then further down the page 
You’ll see, a broad ellipsis
…Three...

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how i feel, silly, spoken word, write,
Submitted for contest
Punctuation Personified!

Mind your use of me when making a full stop with finishing your  point
This can either overstate or understate your completed thought
I find I mean you no disrespect stating when you are to be done...

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There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control

Eternal empty eyes  emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?,...

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There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control

         ...

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Does wisdom not call meanwhile?
Does discernment not lift up her voice?
On the hilltop on the road,
On the crossways she takes her stand;
Beside the gates of the city,
At the approaches to the gates  she cries aloud,
O men! I am calling to you;
My cry goes out...

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I have never thought of death.
Well, that's not true. Everyone
does at a time. A peopled perishing
 
if you will. We constitute it
with sickles or in a carriage
or call him soft names. Man
 
versus death; man conquers
this nothing by attaching arms,
ears, heart so it may feel...

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Contented as moi 
although others see a fool, 
every day I cry....

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They’ve found a body in my back yard. I
imagine what a dead house would look 
like. A stillborn Brownstone with its Jurassic 
sandstone hiccupping fossils and family 
feuds. Terrace houses would ripple rumour
and rife gossip from one mirrored house to the
next, those prison bars on...

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