God Personification Poems

Fire

I may be a deity, I do not know, People talk around me But have never told me so.
They gather all around me,like a holy...

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Quote By Poet "A pen must write because they love to write." 

My imagination and creativity,
is spewing ink all over the desk.
Here I sit waiting...

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Grandma knitted me and my brother,
he is blue and I am pink.
We fit snug in Sally's shoes, 
off to school or to play we go.
Each...

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My Creator-endowed rays of celestial magnitude
Emit solar power, enabling Earth’s existence-plenitude
Fulfilling my commitment to rise daily with glowing altitude…

Vibrantly warming mankind toward enthusiastic attitude
I brighten...

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I will roar,
I am not a bore.
My loud sound may put you on the floor,
or hiding behind a door.
They tell children I am angels bowling,
no...

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When the door's open, like a lady in waiting I tip my hat as she beamingly frets.
As I glimpse into the way she brings, the...

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My presence in your garden is precious
as timeless treasure that radiates glowing colors 
of brown, orange, pink, red, violet, white, and yellow
symbolizing everlasting love, vibrant...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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I like roses, lilies, cactuses, and other beautiful
flowers that display their blossoms most of the year.
I like red, white, pink, and even bright yellows.
I like...

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Quote-""Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon." ~ Robert Herrick

Daffodils, you brave the cold,
First...

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Beware of my building tension might
driving destructive and perilous fight
or causing anxious, grievous fright
toward shameful frustrating flight.

Be braced against my building tension height
toppling solid relationships...

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              ...the Lion
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Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark...

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Dear America.

My name is Common Sense.
A few people still respect
and utilize me, but in many if
not most places, I am no longer
welcome. Nevertheless, I beg...

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Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~

Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be...

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