Allegory Personification Poems | Examples
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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 and overcoming
Life’s trials and tribulations:-
Locked up in a cage.
But the beasts are allowed to roam.
The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick.
It is like a mirror on the wall.
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.
Those who takes gets.
And those who gives loses.
The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
"Fools Paradise"
If you think you're crazy
Then are you naturally crazy
Or do you just need someone
To pointed out..,
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If you think you're sane
Then are you naturally sane
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Then who is to say ... But!
But if you think you are a fool
And you have any doubt!
Then the answer is obvious -
And there shouldn't be any doubt!
And you should reasonably
Be able to figure it out!
Gf
O Monami! Fiancé these days!
They forgot to pick wrought iron
In their unsung Mays!
In seasons, they sprinkled
In salts they tried,
In their secret recipes
Even my Clover died!
PS. It is still poetry!
Relaxed and warm I'm feeling
under this warm blanket,
I can sleep out from the cold.
Sometimes I wonder
if others are so lucky,
I guess many don't,
then I get upset about my luck.
A hurting winter is here.
I wish it didn't hurt so much
for the ones that don't have a blanket to sleep under.
I wish the snow fell everywhere to fill dry fountains,
to keep happy every child
making angels on the snow.
Lara I am, a humble dog
with big wishes in these difficoult times.
I don't play a balalaika,
but I can play the sound
of every mind when is knocked down or when is above the moon.
I am Lara, a dog that feels
every second of your life,
I am the one that I am,
always there for you.
Beneath the shapeless sky of blue
In the valley lacking a hue
Was an isolated thin pond
Where birds sang their short song to bond
In the midst of this quacking though
A foreign and sweet song did grow
From the bird of the pond of brown
With a towering orange crown
Now that hoopoe bird did well sing
When it grew out from the mud spring
Taught by the blue scimitarbill
His unseen twin that came with skill
So Mani, the hoopoe bird, sang
Sang without lips or a sharp fang
To the simorgh bird that stood tall
Strong though unseen and above all
Oh... I'm Evelyn the seagull
eating rubbish, squawking down the sea.
Oh... I'm invisible and a detested bird flying around.
Not admired by anyone, but privileged I feel flying next to the ocean I love.
Oh....unforgettable mornings with my "mews",
my lovely or hated music to be listened to.
Up and down, just flying above sometimes,
but miserable when you push me down.
Oh... I'm a hated bird all the time.
I'm just feel loved when you meet me next to the coast.
Oh.... then I know what it means to be loved.
The only time you say: "I'm happy to see the seagulls because we are home". Then, I feel that I was born
for a reason.
Being a rose I strike a pose, I'm preening for your gaze,
The flower queen by any means, entitled to high praise.
Of upper class I got some sass, no equal to my spell,
My thorns are sleek, adding more chic, may hurt yet meaning well.
And best of all - I'm standing tall, my stem juicy and thick,
I'm pampered so, nurtured to grow, I'm lovers' premier pick.
My scent's refined, my petals shine, the focus of the date,
But once I’ve bloomed, my beauty's doomed, the cycle of my fate.
So much to lose, If I could choose, my throne of beauty queen -
I would trade fast for what would last - the life of evergreen.
February 19, 2023
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Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
Your trademark omnivorous stunts
Glean clean what minute remnants
Menaced graces do sparingly yield;
And take back reliefs heavens field.
Inclement rob your ravenous fangs;
Mowing to naught crumbs of bread
That divine hand her children gives,
Thieving sure bits with slyest tread.
And so at this apt o'clock fine:
Twenty minutes short of nine,
Soon coming date of May 2022;
I deal you an irrevocable adieu.
And whenever your urgings goad,
In attempt to re-hook my psyche;
These sad goodbye lines I'll recite
And at once renew my full dislike.
Keep every penny you stole,
Without remorse own it all;
In vain would I seek it back
And further lose safest luck.
Crayons of a rainbow consists of spectrums of many unique colors of a rainbow also in human forms ever hanging similar as a traffic signal or a mounted clock upon a wall vastly changing as the seasons 366 days in a degrees.
Seeing yourself through
A full- length mirror
Through the endless deed
.... Of Time
Today, a mere reflection
Of yesterday dreams’
Todays’ curtains; Yet to be opened!
Dark Oh so misty
........ Reality is only a myth
From the time’s
Draped by the promises
Of people we adore
Knowing that freedom awaits’
Just beyond thy
.... Foot-steps’ door
GF
If I have so much courage, why am I afraid?
That is like that cowardly firefly
Here and there, the excluded, scattered light points
Do you know the reason?
This bio-luminescence of the cowardly firefly is actually
A youth’s determination to revolt
One of the inevitable attractions in the game of light,
To transcend is almost impossible
The wild partridge knows, the tribal girl knows,
Knows the deep forest
The evening knows, the hills and grasslands,
The wind knows, the rain knows
And a woman firefly knows the best
Does anyone else know that?
I’ll have given my strength
And fingers quake, a collapse
And at weary arm’s length,
A kind soul, and perhaps—
When my legs hold
A weight more than can bear,
Suddenly, kin’s grip: ivy! Marigold!
And gentle worry—soulful care.
And lovers pass, and flowers die,
And I lament: this Lonely grew
She held me in her arms, yet I
Through companions, abandon blue.
It parts when Lonely dips her head,
And bonds that grow do never part;
Behold, my champions who help quell my dread:
The friends I keep close in my heart.
The rose bud
The soft petals
Clad between the sepals
Oblivious to daily dismals
Drops of water dribbled
Gliding soflty off the sepals
Not a single drop
Reaching the smooth petals.
Sweet Little Rose
She was protected likewise
by her beloved parents
Shielded was she of difficulties
Not a single hardship did she encounter
They were deviated vehemently
By this armour called Parents!
The rose bud had bloomed
Into a beautiful flower
The sepals had curled downwards
All the same supporting the rose.
The rains came again
How the droplets
Landed ruthlessly on the petals!
Poor rose flower was drenched!
Little Rose blossomed
Into a lovely maiden
Her parents were bent with age
Yet upholded their Rose.
Challenges arose again
How they bore down
Upon Sweet Rose
Poor Rose was burdened!