God Personification Poems | Examples
These God Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about God. These are the best examples of Personification God poems written by international poets.
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:-
Dear Glory
In America, today has been declared ' Flag Day'.
I join in this declaration to honor and salute you.
Some in my generation have at times burned you.
I am deeply grieved by such displays of disrespect.
Old Glory, please be informed that on this day, June 14,
2025, there are several flags placed on my property.
Certainly, in America as in every country, there are
people of many stripes. Indeed, there are the good,
the bad, and the ugly. In my mind, you represent
a nation of 'good people'. I will not allow the negatives
to blind me of the myride of positivities in America.
Old Glory, when I pause and gaze upon you, I do not
see red states and blue states. Although my eyes
are often clouded by storms of divisiveness, I still
see within the eye of our storms "One Nation, Under
God, Indivisible, With Liberty And Justice For All".
So Glory, again I honor and salute you for all the
good that you represent. Blessings continually.
Sincerely, Sitruc.
I am the voice of your conscience
You would bury my memory
Erase me from your history books
But I refuse to go away, I refuse to die
Here I am today, thousands of years after
you would have buried me in Modi’in…
in Jerusalem… at the tip of Mohammed’s sword…
in Torquemada’s Spain… in Luther's ‘Reformation’
In your swarming Eastern and Western European ghettos
in Czarist Russia, in Stalin’s USSR, in Hitler’s Third Reich
in Poland, Lithuania, Egypt, Syria Lebanon, in ‘Palestine’ too…
Yet I, the Jew, voice of your conscience, stand my ground
To remind you that my unshakeable love of God and my People Israel
is stronger than your visceral hatred of my redoubtable faith...
For 'Mother Russia,’ 'Nationalist China,’ 'America the Free’ will go the way
of Ancient Greece and Babylon ~ but I shall still be around…
Sacrifice
I was one of many on the Mount of Olives and
every year produced batches of black olives.
Sweet and black, my olives were prized near and far and
my owner would always brag about his favorite tree.
I was one of the first to be planted and was king of the grove.
Till one day some strange men in strange clothes came
speaking in a language I did not understand.
Next thing I knew, they took an axe and started cutting me.
I was in pain but could not scream as I had no voice and
fell to the ground helpless as I couldn’t move.
They cut me into two long pieces and carried me away.
Part of me was taken to a rocky hill outside the city and
part of me was given to a man who was beaten and bloody.
He was forced to carry me through the crowd thronged streets
being yelled out and whipped by these strangers each time he fell.
He finally brought me to the hill and I was nailed together
in a strange shape and he was nailed to me.
I watched as hid blood stained my fibers and saw him
slowly die, cursed by those who watched.
My last crop was the greatest as this humble tree gave
all for the Son of God.
I don’t feel loved by the person I love so much I think it’s best to treat him the way he treats me and just give up on him just how he gave up on me. God knows I be trying so much but everything it’s still the same so why even continue fighting for someone that won’t even fight for me. I just quit fighting for him. This battle is over I quit fighting for someone that doesn’t even care for me and will never fight for me or even defend me.
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
Master, my eyes now have cataracts,
my bones ache and stiffen when I rise,
I cannot chase squirrels like I used to,
nor fetch a tennis ball the way I did
as a pup,
but I love living with my family,
and the gentle pats on my head.
Though the long walks have shortened,
and there's gray fur on my muzzle,
I enjoy napping more during the day.
Master, thank you for taking me to
the vet,
for my health and comfort.
The sun filters through the window warmly,
as I recall seeing the children grow up,
I have the dignity of an elder dog,
blessed by God to be with my kind
human companions,
who adopted me from an animal shelter. ~
From early on, I have known
That she is a gift from God.
I have always wanted every fiber
of my being to be satiated with her.
Dare to give her a fighting chance,
and she will cause you to dance,
energizing you to thrive and advance,
causing our lives to be greatly enhanced.
She will serve you with her whole heart.
She's a loyal friend and will stand by you to the end.
She is very passionate but also highly sensitive.
She is well-equipped to assist you in your destiny.
Never forcefully get in your way, but she will always
stay if you desire and need her. She is never
intimidated by hi-tech or modernization; nor does
she feel inferior to convoluted sophistication.
They were not blessed with houses and lands to leave me,
but my parents and grandmother gifted me with her
and insisted that I never let go of her. I will therefore
leave plenty of her to my descendants. I tell you,
she has become a rare commodity in our modern society.
Moreover, like all precious things, her rarity makes her
all the more desirable. So, my friend, from the depths of
my heart, I beg of you. GIVE COMMON SENSE A CHANCE.
Quote By Poet "The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe."
My life starts as a lovely rose bud,
I come in many beautiful colors.
Red roses tell a story of love and romance,
while white roses show herself as innocent and pure.
My buds will open up to show my face,
a face of beauty and pain for some.
Memories from the past roses,
they hurt as if from today.
While my thorns are to protect me,
will they protect you?
Remember when you took my petals off one by one,
making a wish on each petal?
Some came true,
some hurt you through and through.
My soft petals with perfume,
were not meant to hurt but they do.
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Hello, my dear friend, your presence in my life is a blessing.
No challenge in life should be so daunting that you can't reach out for help. We are here for each other, a force to be reckoned with, united by our shared experiences that bind us, regardless of our obstacles. Everything is fixable; nothing is beyond our grasp. Set your goals, and if you pursue your dreams with unwavering determination, they will come to fruition.
Remember, when you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I cry. Please feel free to share your feelings and thoughts. I am deeply committed to your well-being and will always be here for you. Have faith in God and trust that we can navigate even the most turbulent waters together.
Pillow Talk
You call to me,
To return to your warm embrace.
I've only just left you,
Your marks on my skin, I can trace.
Your softness in my memory,
the hours we've spent tangled together.
Then harsh reality,
Rings loudly in my ears, dreams severed.
Until tonight my sweet,
I'll long for you with my whole heart.
Thank God for the weekend,
For days my BED and I needn't part!
Although by necessity, some people utilize me by day,
For most people, I come to comfort and relax them at night.
Whether by night or by day,
In December or the month of May,
Without warning, I will often exit
in late evenings or early mornings.
I might even take wings or flex my sails,
and quietly vanish without tell or trail.
But dear one, always remember this:
I will often depart just for a spell.
And also remember this:
You must prepare and anticipate my return.
Be calm; Be poised; Wait and be still. You see,
I take no pleasure in frequent or occasional exits.
I shall return because I was made by God for you.
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 the firmament while my beams awaken the multitude
Toward zealous praises for a new day along triumphant zest of gratitude…
Blowing my photosynthetic aptitude
I pursue oxygen production midst energy source amplitude
To replenish food supply, securing nourishment against crisis vicissitude…
I delight in everyone’s disposition by my sunny beatitude
While reaching-out those in solitude to bask in my jubilant quietude
Rejoicing for doing best as the “greater light to rule the day”* with certitude.
*Genesis 1:16 16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
March 25, 2024
3rd place, "Wind, Rain, Snow, Thunder or Sun in 8-12 Lines" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 4/5/2024
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 breath of Spring fills my very being.
I go to explore what she has in store, brazenly shone blooms, 'tis I to pluck 'um?
Away I stepped, said, "None of that, it's me-neighbor's, tho' does owe favors."
So I waltz away with my boutonnière, glide gleaming, and kept on dreaming,
Of time to be, in eternity, with a son I adore, went to war and saw no more.
I realized that darkness befell my eyes, a Sun over here had now disappeared,
People are saying it's a solar eclipse and that the Sun no longer can glimpse ...
Like my son, Sun too is gone, but Sun will be back, thank God for that.
Sun owes me a day of days, do hope that Sun doesn't keep her father waiting.
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 all flowers, birds, bees, and green trees.
I'm different from others, but I like myself too.
God made us all to be ourselves and do our best,
and like His entire creation, to depend on Him.
So, once a year, one of my colors is purple.
I say hello and encourage the rest of God's creation
to blossom where they are planted and be their best there.
I remind them that whether it's rainy or shiny, calm or stormy,
God will be there with and for them because He always cares for us.