Long Personified Poems
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A rose just picked from heaven's garden;
a gift that keeps on giving, that's you.
Passions that you invoke within me, ardent.
This i know deep in my heart to be true...
you shall remain my lovely, celestial flower;
thriving on my dear, far longer than spring.
You reduce me to rubble with your power;
your seductiveness, quite a wondrous thing!
O, crimson rose, how colorfully you bloom!
Beauty personified; a sight for my sore eyes.
Glorious! You illuminate faces full of gloom;
swaying to and fro as a gentle zephyr sighs
Smelling so fresh, your sweet fragrance.
As I breathe you in with joy and gladness,
my dancing heart glows with such radiance
Bloom on, bloom forever with your cheerfulness
Submitted for...
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Date written: 01/22/2021
Date submitted: 07/18/2022
She was passion personified
With suicidal tendencies
One step from going over the edge
A lopsided smile with a twinkle in her eye
With just a hint sadness
She moved with the grace of an angel
Hearts fluttered as she walked by
Men intoxicated by her presence
A fight could break out at a moment's notice
Drama just followed her like a queen
Men sacrificed themselves on her altar
Drawn to sexy wrapped with a crazy bow
She consumed them with each passionate touch
Needing their love to satisfy that longing
Yet there wasn't a heart where it could flow
When morning comes their beds are empty
She rises before the light of day
Away from them their imagined angel
She leave a feather on their bed
Heads out the door and flies away
Imaginations
You wore your vernix like a crown on a budding successor
Head held up high and then there was an almighty scream
I cut the chord and crowned the royal moment with a kiss
The inauguration of Princess Sarah
Still a bit squashed from the passage of naked transmission
Dressed in heavenly light you wasted no time and held court
Infused with the power of birth you aligned all canopy’s stars
An innocent heartwarming Princess
The fragrance of your soft skin mixed with sandalwood scent
An aura transcended the air and vibrations entered my soul
Irresistible you began your reign with unshakeable prowess
Divine Sarah Princess of instantaneous Peace
A moment of silence and then you drew me into your reign
Fed on nature’s ambrosia and sucked in the power of love
Took a firm look around and decided to slumber for a while
A priceless Princess taking over my world
By your own future Queen’s acclaim you thrived on Royal Jelly
Like Agape personified you smiled and assumed the throne
Cuddled up in a blanket of violet shades in lavender petals
A modest Princess draped in a cloth
They say that the emperor rules better without any garments
And your hair tussled hair shone like a pure garland of prayer
‘I am not concealed’ you seemed to say ‘but draped in the truth’
This Princess needs no scepter to strike gold
Of course the quiet inception was followed by sleepless nights
Indigestion and fevers as well of reminder of fragile existence
Many a night I watched almost helpless right next to your berth
Even Princesses need sweet soothing lullabies
As you grew older you rebelled with purpose against the old order
Drew up your own constitution and rearranged outdated commands
Took to insurgence and regime change and nascent nonconformity
Novel nobility and a Princess in renewed charge
But when I first looked into your blue eyes and felt your tender skin
I knew all too well that my incumbency was finite and ready to swap
My council already waning for your ascendency simply waxed for me
To hand over the torch to my Princess Sarah
04th April 2020
"The Last of the Letters - Z" is a poem that personifies the letter Z, giving it a distinctive voice and character. The poem is structured into four quatrains and uses rhyming couplets to create a playful and whimsical tone.
The first stanza establishes the unique qualities of the letter Z, emphasizing its sharp edges and zigzag form. The letter is personified as proud and distinctive, and its position as the last letter of the alphabet is emphasized.
The second stanza contrasts the letter Z with more common letters like A, B, and C, emphasizing its status as a letter of surprise. The poem suggests that the letter Z is a sound of buzzing bees and the zip of a zipper, which creates a sense of liveliness and energy.
The third stanza reinforces the importance of the letter Z as the last letter of the alphabet. The poem suggests that the letter is unforgettable and has a lasting impact on language and communication.
The fourth stanza concludes the poem by emphasizing the importance of the letter Z as a final stroke of a pen and the end of words and stories. The poem suggests that the letter Z is forever young and will continue to be a part of language and communication.
Overall, "The Last of the Letters - Z" is a playful and lighthearted poem that uses personification to give the letter Z a distinctive voice and character. The poem emphasizes the unique qualities of the letter and its importance in language and communication. The use of rhyme and playful language creates a sense of fun and whimsy, making the poem a joy to read.
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs
This is not a sad poem,
but my hungry hands hunger to express,
as autumn brings back haunting hues,
stinging my sleeping soul.
All I hear is melancholic tones,
whistling in mercenary winds,
lifting leaves from bare branches.
Bright colours turning grisly grey,
as the season of death,
creates a grave full of misery.
I cannot forever criticise ghosts,
nor refuse to visit your tomb.
As each petal slowly fades,
I'm too tired to accuse or be accused.
I've formed into a personified weeping willow,
releasing rivers of bitterness through raindrops.
In my nakedness, I resemble their withering woes,
trying to smile, composing a suicide of emotions,
dangling, distracting from that which is real,
but my muteness is literally slaying my pain.
Why am I always the one to blame?
I do not feel safe in the angst of Autumn,
for my essence is not eternally evergreen.
I'm fatigued from those who claim to love me,
unable to save me from sinking into seas of sorrow.
My selfish friends are like silent marionettes,
nowhere to be seen nor heard,
abandoning me in the darkest corner,
despite my pen pouring like October rain.
Maybe this is a sad poem,
as I still search for forgiveness.
I keep the faith that my roots will bloom again,
because I am a vibrant child of summer,
yearning for the return of colouration.
Adapting to living without answers.
A period am I; you do not see
me all that much in poems any more.
At times I’m placed by poets awkwardly
before a line is finished! I implore
you, don’t disgrace me. Surely you can use
me easily. I’m just a little dot!
I end each sentence. How can you abuse
me? Try to think of what your teachers taught!
Each sentence has a subject and a verb,
but sometimes phrases enter in the flow
to lengthen sentences, and they might curb
you if my friend, the comma, is your foe!
Review things! I am not my comma friend.
Please put me where each sentence has its end!
For the Punctuation Personified Contest of Debbie Guzzi
* by the way, seems we can put the period anywhere except in the Soup title heading after abbreviations like Ms.
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?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws: Tearing LOVE Apart
Shredding the Heart, ripping away My LOVE : and my Breath
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
My Eyes burn, covered with the Billows of the Smoke from Hell
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, for Eons of FOREVER
Walking, a Dark lonesome hot ember road, through Eons of Infinities
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
The bruise, the voice
black and blue fear
who steered the star
in the sea of entertainment
Why do
they
the man
the choice
the boss
the voice
the demon
claim
the sleeve
the hips
the neck
the eye
of the hopeful
she leaves
him
behind
she was lost
he is lost
without her
she sings
“What’s love got to do with it…”
in her case
the matter’s embraced
the brace
of victimhood
shed like a snake,
such was Ike
the devil personified
who beats a star!!!
forget him…it
she is IT!
the real thing
Tina’s burning
her hips churning
short skirt quaking
no longer afraid
not fretting
not dreading
so alive….so alive….so alive
before she was dead
her music lives on
living the dream
Tina shines
RED MAPLE MEMORIES
Winters have ravaged me
twisted and broken my limbs
scalded me with burning winds
I miss the birds nest
torn from my grasp
by an icy gale
Spring tickles my roots
sets my sap to percolating
awakens my purpose
I long for the mist filled dawn
sweet trickling dew dripping
on my budding blush
Summers have soothed and parched
my crimson canopy, acknowledging
the cool succor of my shade
I miss the boy
his laughter, his imagination
climbing through my history
Fall, ah beautiful fall,
cool breezes reddening my cheeks
readying a soon to fall quilt
I smile at the antics of the squirrels
hear the good-byes of the travelers
stretch, shiver, succumb to sleep
8/25/2015
submitted to – Trees Personified Poetry Contest
You never saw it
But the light...
It was always radiant
In the darkest corridors
In the loneliest corners
Where you'd sit and shiver
I'd bring you a coffee
And wrap you in a blanket
You always illuminated my world
But maybe, just maybe
I cast shadows on you
And you'd cry into my shoulder
We rarely spoke a word
But we were the duality
Of light and dark
Thriving in one place
I always wondered
The thing is...
We met at such a peculiar time
It was neither love
But neither was it hate
It was acceptance
Of our fate to walk together
It was neither opera
Nor was it nocturne
But we were inseparable
Even as we suffered
Our own uniquely private battles
Every day with new scars
Every day wondering how we'd do it again
To push through the pain
But we surely found a way
Maybe it was divinity
Honestly though...
I don't believe in a divine being
But you were an angel
And I was a demon
And I watched you suffer
Powerless to prevent it
I was the silence personified
That allowed you to be victimized
But you always thanked me
For the coffee I brought you
And the shoulder I lent you
And I was truly miserable
Wallowing in your misery
I would have done anything
Just to see you smile
You never felt it
But the truth...
I loved you from the start
And you sacrificed your own light
Just to help me shine
But it led to you descending
Into the depths of the shadows
And so after all this time
I'm finally reaching out
With tears streaming down my cheeks
No more confusion
And no more apologies
Just know if you take my hand
You can reach out for the light
I may not be an angel
But I'll guide you to a better place