Children Personification Poems

Just keep moving forward, it does not matter what you went through in your past and always remember you are not alone. Someone somewhere in...

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when I open the eyes, and squint properly
From above the Chetambe, and watch around fairly
I think is a nice , but together spent rarely
I want...

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I am a bright yellow blossom
I spread beauty across the lawn
But, adults consider me a weed
And children play games
Wanting to pop off my head!
I am...

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I was given to the D’Mangos as a wedding present; I was silver, sparkly, and pretty full of myself. I have survived two children, a...

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I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by...

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Cry out to Mama Africa.

Mama Africa, Mama Africa 
your children are crying. 

Mama Africa, Mama Africa 
your children are suffering.

Mama Africa, Mama Africa 
The ancestors...

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Cry out to Mama Africa.

Mama Africa, Mama Africa 
your children are crying. 

Mama Africa, Mama Africa 
your children are suffering.

Mama Africa, Mama Africa 
The ancestors...

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       O' Mother Ghana 
O' mother Ghana, how proud am i to be your grand son
My skin so black...

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Broken Water Faucet
©2017by Susie Krauter
A poem written for children to demonstrate personification

My cold silvery shiny metal 
handle no longer moves 
to the top of the...

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CHARITY

Oh! Charity
An entity to behold
I glare with compassion
My virtue of generosity.

Chaste is my goodwill.
Woe! be tide those squanders
Oh!  The tears of the orphans!
Why shy...

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A Red Rose Yearning For The Wild

I sit in a nursery rhyme

Red 

A thousand times. 

A pretty rose in a garden bed.


A child's incantation

My blossoms...

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Surrounded by painted pale blue heaven, as I stand
on grass all fresh and verdant green, the sun rays warms me.

Toying breeze fans and lifts my...

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I sprouted from a small seed planted firmly in the ground
With refreshing drinks of water my size it can confound!

My long legs must be supported,...

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This is No Man's Land of fallen trees, and God-forsaken deadwood fill the landscape. I, the beast, am in my domain and feel no estrangement,...

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In the Middle East, far south of Sweden,                 ...

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I’m a tiger you can see,
With colour yellow like a honey bee,
And you’re happy as you’re free,
So why can’t we too live free?

You keep us...

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    I am the...

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We play holi with colours, 
And soldiers play it with guns and rifles. 
At the risk of their own life, 
They give us comfortable sleep...

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I hang on the wall of an art gallery in Canada,
      it is said I am the epitome of feminine...

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Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking...

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