Personification. Poems

She don't blink

my block got bones
made of brick and breath.
she bleed through cracked hydrants,
catch cigarette ash like snowflakes,
and see like a fly to death.
her ribs? fire escapes-
bent, rust-bit, bruised.
kids dangle off ‘em like loose teeth,
their joy just one cracked step from falling.
she don’t blink.
she sees the crackhead two buildings over
lean so far out the window
it look like

A Mad Summer Girl

You can call me   "SUMMER"
Anytime!
I’m so fine!  Summer.   Summer     
Sulky
Sultry
Summertime

You can’t call me summer then say, “Farewell.”
Because, 
you see a golden glimmer in the maple tree
and dry leaves line Lakeside curbs.
Must I retrieve my dreams.......?

So don’t say” Autumn” and end it all.
Just think back on mosquitoes’

The Silent Kiss

"For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." - beautifulnow.is
 
          Autumn tiptoed in after summer.
  I reminisce of the silent kiss 
she left as droplets on the delicate florets 
of one beautiful, bright chrysanthemum.
   

our arrogant cars

two gleaming shiny cars
how much do they know?
they have taken our family on many journeys
they have seen our anger

Do they make fun of us
Behind our backs?
Maybe in front of our faces?

How can we shame or punish them
if we don’t know?
I stare at the cars in my driveway
resenting their feeling of superiority

Advertently A Half-Baked Human Being

Born into this next life 
from the past, 
I was told 
I was a human. 
Make sense, the birth-
mark on my right 
arm hints to me like 
a treasure map. 
Well at least 
that’s what my nurse 
friend believes 

so 

I asked God, 
creation is your specialty, 
but how come a chimera looks 
more complete

COMINGS AND GOINGS IN THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES

COMINGS AND GOINGS IN
THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES

In all life’s seasons,
Each day has its three
To be: yesterday, today,
And its tomorrow:-

Today was yesterday’s 
Tomorrow, and will become
Tomorrow’s yesterday,
Which will become a today:-

No matter the day or
The season, give God the praise
For today, which was yesterday’s
Prayed for tomorrow:-

Thus, be the blessed days
That are bestowed upon us
In travelling

Why you like imperfection

If you look at a still pond,
you’ll see your reflection,
but it’s more vivid or unclear to see
because it is not meant for showing your reflection.

A mirror was created for that job,
but why do people like to see their reflection in water
when it’s not as clear as a mirror?

Because, at the end,
people like the imperfect thing
in

A DOG'S LIFE

A DOG'S LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I reign as king in a sovereignty supreme.
I sit by your side gazing, the world whizzing by.
From a rolled down window, a kaleidoscope of colors mesmerize.

My ears flapping wildly, a joyful delight.
The rush of air, a thrill to my canine soul.
As we speed along, the highway our open road. 

The engine purrs, a

I wish I was the wind

I wish I was the wind
ruffling oak leaves
wafting through a verdant meadow

traveling through the night air
gently kissing the tips of grasses
the lightest of songs

a whispering wisp
refreshing in the rain
rejuvenating the earth as I pass by

KENSINGTON'S LAMENT

*This poem was written for "Kensington Avenue Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco, sponsor, July 20, 2025

KENSINGTON'S LAMENT
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Her city streets are grey and worn, with a denim sky overhead. Birdsong trickles out in fractured waves, as if feathered friends cried while flying her way. Engines sputter; horns blare. People hurry by her in silence, eyes down, broken

The Rose

She sways as her petals flutter about in sync
In beautiful blooms of petals in magenta pink
Her legs are long and thorny, as she sits up high
A delicate floweret, basking under the sunny sky 

She welcomes the summer breeze with its light caress
and dances as her petals fully open, on display to impress
A hummingbird stops by

She is our Hero Our Queen

water gives us life
she uplifts us
rejuvenates us
keeps us connected

her baptisms
her wet coolness
her willingness to share
keep us fresh

essential loving water
as important as air
they both keep us alive
without them, we would not exist

we owe much to water
she is our hero
our queen
our connection to faeries and angels.

Whispers That Fracture Halls

You feel the whispers slither down the long corridor,
each murmur coiling around your thoughts like hungry vines.
They scratch at your calm, sharp as claws unseen,
and fracture your resolve until your heart cannot stay silent.

You sense the walls themselves lean, curious and burdened,
their cracks breathing echoes of every stolen word.
Even the chairs groan beneath an invisible

The Classroom Speaks

The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days,
while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies.
Words from hollow lips strike like stones—
they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners.

My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust,
each one breathes life into silent desks.
They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes.

Even the blackboard leans forward,
eager to share every truth

Intruders

Please be informed that I knock on everyone's door..
I will enter your home or space whether or not you
Open to me. Some of you will willingly allow me
To move in and live with you indefinitely.

The best and the strongest among you will
Acknowledge my reality but will never give me
A continual dwelling place.

My name is GRIFE.

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