4Th Grade Personification Poems | Examples
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the sock refused to stay up
no one could talk her into it
she kept sliding down to an ankle
her mate was not worried
she’ll probably get lost in the wash, he said
Karma
guess who got lost in the wash?
graham cracker wanted his own story book
looking for the perfect song and hook
liked the tale of the gingerbread man
renamed himself Graham Cracker Dan
Hired a ghost writer named Mr. Brim
Make me sound smart, he instructed him.
Dan contracted the book out to his cousin.
Give him songs, make it a dozen.
bowl was in a braggy mood
“I am the best for every food!”
dish was angry and threw a fit.
spoon said ignore her, she’s a nitwit.
Fork stayed out of it, he was wise.
Bowl was mean and ten times his size.
If I were a container
I would not be a bag or a basket
I would want four corners and a bit of substance
I would be a gift box
placed under a Christmas tree
covered in foiled paper
with a gorgeous red bow
the prettiest box under here
I am left out way too long
because the murderer got the housewife
I melt into my ice cube tray
they take me for granted, I feel ignored and small
Six live in this house, and no one thanks me at all
they use me every day, I am imperative to them
They slam my door and give me a headache; I’m Jim.
I keep their food cold, my freezer keeps them healthy too.
They have allowed me to get filthy, I am full of sticky goo.
When was the last time someone washed me? I really don’t know.
The little ones sometimes stand inside on my edge, hurting my toe.
I am tired of this treatment, would run away if I could to the moors.
I snicker a bit, thinking about how this would feel to these boors.
Twenty years I have been here, keeping their milk ready to drink.
I am not alone in these thoughts, ask the oven and the sink.
the fork thought the knife and spoon were against her
A conspiracy was in the works, their mission impure
She used her ring finger and accused them of a conspiracy
The spoon pointedly ignored her and stirred up his green tea
The knife was not as wise as the spoon and argued most of the day
It seemed to give them satisfaction said the spoon named Gray.
They are used to arguing, it is their way to be romantic he thought.
He had heard his parents scraping and hissing since he was a tot.
Proud lion stood against the wind
Defying it to do its best
The wind recognized the resoluteness of lion
Admiring his strength and bravery
Not the first element to acknowledge the power of lion
I may be almost four foot long,
but you scare me a bit
I shall retract my neck and head into my shell
what are you doing in Galapagos anyway?
you do not look like our usual species
I am the oldest living land animal in the world
yes, I am reclusive, so please go away
I will live to be one hundred and fifty
if I am not disturbed
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Red in colour, trumpet-shaped,
Showy and conspicuous,
I’m known by the name Hibiscus.
I adorn your garden like Eden,
Birds, bees and butterflies
Fondly come to me
For a deep drink of nectar.
A variety of wildlife amidst you,
What a kaleidoscope to watch!
I fall right after I bloom,
But my life doesn’t end then;
I’m a remedy for diseases many.
Without air, fire cannot spread;
When they combine all are dead.
Very close friends are fire and air;
Loss is maximum when they pair.
Whatever that comes their way;
Mercilessly, they eat them away.
Nature’s components are they;
Play not with them, the wise say.
Snappy snowflake was holding onto the sky for dear life.
"Come on down!" Yelped her husband, missing his wife.
She was terrified of falling into a pile and losing herself.
"Soon," she said, hoping to be rescued by a snow giver elf.
"Come on down here!" Yelled her relatives, "Let go. Just drop!"
Her mother told them “You are scaring her. You all need to stop.”
Snappy liked her own identity; she did not want to lose it.
She finally let go and discovered that snow drift unity did not hurt a bit.
Here they come again to open up my door
To stare at my innards, to pick and choose.
Take the carrots! I yell. Take the tomatoes.
I know they are going to get moldy and smelly.
Why don’t they ever choose the vegetables?
Why do they buy them?
Are they trying to impress the other shoppers?
My freezer is completely full.
Open the freezer! I think, wanting to drop something hard on their toes.
Oh, no!
It is the grandson.
He likes standing inside me, swinging on my door.
Not the grandson! I yell. But no one hears me.
I cringe as my door opens.
Camouflage me quickly the fowl yelled as he landed.
Did not know who he was, but we ran out with paints - blue and red.
Can we colorize your feathers asked our leader, Mrs. Banded.
Do what you must to keep me away from the broiler, he said.
What are you talking about? Asked our naïve chicks of yellow.
With one warning look, he shushed his mouth, a wiser fellow.
What did he mean, dad? My chicks asked me that night.
I have no idea, I told them. I tucked them in, their eyes big and bright.
I want them to stay young and innocent as long as I can.
There will be plenty of time to ruin their dreams, agreed Mr sandman.
Deep in the bowels of the mushroom forest
There is a crooked cottage with a mind of her own.
She does not let just anyone visit.
If a toad or a worm try to get in, she bars her doors.
If a spider wants entry, she willingly lets it in.
She loves spider webs and has many already.
If a fly comes by, she easily allows entry.
Something has to feed the spiders.