Personification. Poems - Poems about Personification.

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
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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.

Good Morning America

Good morning America.

Today, July 4, 2025, I looked out of my front window,
and at 6AM saw a most beautiful sky.  Locked into
this eastern canopy was a very eye-catching
coloration, reminding me of the colors of the
American flag.

Yes, America, like our flag, it was red, white, and blue.
No, there were no stars and strips, but I

A Cry the World Chose Not to Hear

When Life became too heavy,
People grew harsher,
their words sharpened into wounds,
their silence burned like fire.

When I finally broke,
and Help knocked on my door,
the world turned away,
as if my pain were an inconvenience,
as if my cry were suspicious.

Faith remained my only friend—
steadfast, unwavering—
while Gossip, Mockery, and Bullying roamed freely,
casting shadows where kindness hid.

Gossip spread like smoke—
fast,

In the Arms of Darkness

Night wraps me softly in her arms,
Whispering secrets, weaving charms.
She cradles echoes in my chest,
A quiet breath, a gentle rest.

Her cloak conceals my hidden scars,
Each one a story traced by stars.
She treads with footsteps calm and slow,
Through empty halls where shadows grow.

By day, she hides behind the sun,
But when the world is overrun,
She dons my

yesterday I was a dandelion

yesterday I was a dandelion
someone smashed me into the mud
my whisps flew off and I turned into a butterfly
I soared above a rose bush, a bridge and an oak tree
where I heard squirrels giggling

Love

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

Old Glory

Dear Glory

In America, today has been declared ' Flag Day'.
I join in this declaration to honor and salute you.
Some in my generation have at times burned you.
I am deeply grieved by such displays of disrespect.

Old Glory, please be informed that on this day, June 14,
2025, there are several flags placed on my property.
Certainly, in America

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