April Personification Poems

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....

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It’s an almighty responsibility to irrigate the land. 
Sending April showers when torrents are in demand.
To control cloud bursts with symphonic precision.
It takes all my...

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I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence 
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for...

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“Conquering Xanadu’s enigmatic beauty is heaven’s majestic reality of God’s presence.” By the poet

Call me Xanadu---
     “an idyllic, exotic
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O season of amber tulips, of yellow daffodils,
Of grinning verdant prairies, of cheery hills, 
Of giggling, burbling streams rushing to seas,
Of fragrant breeze rustling passions...

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I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends
               Roaming the Northwestern badlands...

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Enraptured by blue Sea, Sun chose a place 
above Sea, on a cliff. To touch her face, 
Sun then sank low; final radiance fell, 
a...

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I am a goddess, sometimes arriving
with gusty winds blowing.
It’s always in March; those who await me
always are knowing
shortly thereafter, seeds that are planted
will surely be...

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Gone are the blissfully quiet days
When I’d have the house to myself
When all was quiet and serene
With no one here to pester me
My only interactions...

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Optimizing my essence-verity
being a contributor to ecology’s beauty
since for such I was created* by the Almighty…
allow me now to advertise my blessed bounty
as the lone...

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I am the cornerstone
In the legend of timeless Oaks
That so profoundly stand alone
Magnificent in strength and age
A noble guardian of longevity and resilience

My permanence and...

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Supine craggy canopy basking beneath the blue sky, 
rests on bent boughs flushed with opulence of foliage.
The mighty oak has seen many misty winters pass...

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I make my home in an old, gnarled oak tree,
well, that is where I was born and I never left;
it is a woodpecker hole- mother...

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People amble by in view of the placid lake
Mesmerized by horizon adorning scarlet
While not far from the Oak tree, I stealthily lay
Enthralled in...

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Seasons pass away little by little
time moves hour by hour
Within your branches, your hearth of leaves 
I wait in patience, moment by moment
years turn decades,...

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