Personification Love Poems | Examples
These Personification Love poems are examples of Love poems about Personification. These are the best examples of Love Personification poems written by international poets.
step …
across the sill
this haunted house
walls of torn paper, dripping
crumbling plaster ceilings
hanging like rotten vines on a gaunt
and bony frame
dark, broken windows, the
empty eyes that stare -
once aglow with
the bright from within
life and light … and love
made a home
until …
just an ember -
one flame of your kiss -
and it was gutted
burned raw and ruined
with no thought to what filled these rooms
or graced the facades
or warmed the meager marrow …
now all phantoms
howling in the barren halls
sodden and saddened
for sake of the abandoned -
the threadbare -
dilapidated … desolate
welcome to the
vacancy …
your fool.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
( artwork is a number two pencil sketch of the cottage from “Summer of ‘42” by the poet )
the personification of Love in the physical world --- Jesus Christ
love has no conditions
no contract
no absolutes
no rules or regulations
love is automatic
she cannot be thwarted or obliterated
you cannot talk her out of herself
love demands freedom
she loves who she loves
she owes no one an explanation
or an apology
love is a soul feeling
she cannot help herself
I am the voice of your conscience
You would bury my memory
Erase me from your history books
But I refuse to go away, I refuse to die
Here I am today, thousands of years after
you would have buried me in Modi’in…
in Jerusalem… at the tip of Mohammed’s sword…
in Torquemada’s Spain… in Luther's ‘Reformation’
In your swarming Eastern and Western European ghettos
in Czarist Russia, in Stalin’s USSR, in Hitler’s Third Reich
in Poland, Lithuania, Egypt, Syria Lebanon, in ‘Palestine’ too…
Yet I, the Jew, voice of your conscience, stand my ground
To remind you that my unshakeable love of God and my People Israel
is stronger than your visceral hatred of my redoubtable faith...
For 'Mother Russia,’ 'Nationalist China,’ 'America the Free’ will go the way
of Ancient Greece and Babylon ~ but I shall still be around…
"A day goes better with pretty flowers." Quote By Poet...
As spring is being born again,
my head is emerging in a flower garden of love.
My pink rose face is enjoying the new warmth,
the warmth from this new day's sun.
As I grow,
I see you also coming up from the cold ground.
My love,
with deep dark arms of green leaves.
Soon we can once again embrace,
wrapping our love around each other.
Yes,
we are in a rose garden of love.
Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling
It implores me to act
Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour
Reminding me of our pact
It pleads, it begs, It cries to me
All the while concealing it's fangs
It tears me apart inside
It hammers, it pounds, and it bangs
A love earst alive and warm and real
Now cold and cooling yet
Longing to be revived, it's fighting
Refusing to lose the bet
Once nurtured now neglected, alone and afraid
I must let it die
And to ensure it won't return a spectre tomorrow
I'll stare it in the eye
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
I learned to love myself, alone,
In quiet nights, in whispered tones.
Before I searched for love outside,
I healed the wounds I couldn't hide.
I felt the sting of words once spoken,
A heart once whole now torn and broken.
But in that pain, I found my way,
A stronger soul, a brighter day.
For love is not just sweet and kind,
It’s also strength that we must find.
Even when the world turns cold,
I hold myself, my heart, my soul.
If someone leaves, if trust is lost,
I’ll never count the heavy cost.
For though it hurts, I still remain,
A heart that beats through all the pain
I am not weak, I will not fall,
Even in heartache, I stand tall.
For love begins, not from the start,
But deep within a mended heart.
So if you break me, take my trust,
I’ll rise again, because I must.
For love, though tender, sweet, and true,
Begins with me, and it’s my view.
By Anna A Tauvaa
In the pure bright wake, I went fishing’ for calm and all I caught was tumblin’ time.
The hours were soppin’wet with pond scum and the seconds kept getting’ away as soon as I thought I had them hooked.
The minutes peered up at me from the crepuscular waters and told a lie. “Be patient, those seconds can’t escape forever! You can get them, we just know it!”
They spoke with bubbles in their mouths, then those minutes were gone.
I struggled with my fishin’ pole, the line hopelessly tangled with some phantasmic bugbear, my nightmares come alive! Probably a log, though.
The hours in my bucket (catch of the day!) pulled me from my musing with weepin’ and howlin’, it was all so unlovely. What were they cryin’ about?
“Our beloved minutes! Precious seconds! We are in ruin without them, can’t exist without them,” the poor things whimpered.
I kicked the bucket over and the dark water inside spilled the trapped hours onto the dock and over the edge. Sploosh! Plop!
The hours proclaimed a love that is by far the only great love there is. Flawless. Desperate. Irrevocable. This paramour is unheard of! I heard the whispers on the bubbles.
Quote By Poet "The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe."
My life starts as a lovely rose bud,
I come in many beautiful colors.
Red roses tell a story of love and romance,
while white roses show herself as innocent and pure.
My buds will open up to show my face,
a face of beauty and pain for some.
Memories from the past roses,
they hurt as if from today.
While my thorns are to protect me,
will they protect you?
Remember when you took my petals off one by one,
making a wish on each petal?
Some came true,
some hurt you through and through.
My soft petals with perfume,
were not meant to hurt but they do.
As I see it
God is not a Dictator,
Does not judge --
Judgment is the
negative truth residing in
His All Knowing being --
As forgiveness, the faultless
depth of His Ever Present Mercy --
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Penitence leads to Sacred Balance
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We judge ourselves, the cause
and effect of Mental duality --
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Sin the eventual personification
of good -- illness, pain and
suffering, leads to the resurrection
of purity --
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No ultimate defeat can come
from Divine Love!
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Lighten the duration
of burden~
Forgive yourself
and all others --
Do then as your Father
does in Heaven....
Carrying the fever and heat
of love’s first flame,
I set out on a journey
expectant and anxious,
sealed and tight lipped,
all emotions bottled.
From port to port I journeyed,
travelling in a little love vessel.
What a heavy cargo of dreams I carried
with the scent of memories perfumed.
Did a black cat cross my path?
Behind all veils of cloud,
hope lingered
My spirit….
pulsating inside.
My senses….
waiting for the moment of beatitude!
Skyward I flew
floating through the air
to land,
finally in your trembling hands,
dreaming of a nameless delight,
bursting out at the earliest moment.
With my heart beats rising hoarse,
you slit my mouth,
pulled my soul out.
But,
gnarling at my face,
mercilessly you tore me into bits.
and threw me into the bin!!
In the Westerly wind,
slivers of me flew about
like ghosts,
unable to get back to their graves.
After whirling naked in the gust of wind,
pieces of me fell down one by one,
to lie inert on the ground,
gasping for the final breath.
Did the firmament tattooed by stars
mock at my pitiable plight?
Welcome to the world
My precious Little One
The personification of innocence
A bond never to be undone
Holding you in my arms
For the very first time
Bridges the expanse
Between the Earthly and the Divine
Mere words cannot describe
The love that fills my heart
And our journey here together
Is merely at its start
As you grow, I will teach
As you question, I will guide
And with unconditional love
I will be forever by your side
Your triumphs we will celebrate
Your trials we will endure
Tears induced by both joy and by pain
But with intentions that are certainly pure
The sands in the hourglass
May cause our paths to part
But the mere sound of your voice
Can easily mend a broken heart
For as the years forge forward
And time spent together grows ever more short
The harsh reality sets in
That some lessons must be learned and not taught
I can only pray you do not struggle
And you find the strength to be the best you can be
But there is no greater sense of pride
Than when I look into your eyes … and see me …
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I Am Sadness
A blind date then two, three, and four
Found my blind eye at the country fair
From that first ride led to many more
As the allure of sex made us a faux pair
I shouldn't have opened his drawer
Refreshing Rain sits beside Withering Rose
inquiring if He might settle around Her.
She gladly accepts the offer He bestows,
a more precious blessing She could not prefer.
She felt the nourishment from petals to toes,
grateful to Him for His gift of life transfer.
Sometimes we need a little help from our friends
for gracious compassion and kindness it lends.