Grief Personification Poems | Examples
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Please be informed that I knock on everyone's door..
I will enter your home or space whether or not you
Open to me. Some of you will willingly allow me
To move in and live with you indefinitely.
The best and the strongest among you will
Acknowledge my reality but will never give me
A continual dwelling place.
My name is GRIFE.
Night wraps me softly in her arms,
Whispering secrets, weaving charms.
She cradles echoes in my chest,
A quiet breath, a gentle rest.
Her cloak conceals my hidden scars,
Each one a story traced by stars.
She treads with footsteps calm and slow,
Through empty halls where shadows grow.
By day, she hides behind the sun,
But when the world is overrun,
She dons my borrowed, fragile face,
And offers me her silent grace.
Night knows the thorns beneath the rose,
The slipping joy no one else knows.
She listens close to muted pleas,
Embracing pain with quiet ease.
She gleams with memories deep and old,
And holds the dreams I dare not hold.
In her hush, my voice is slight—
A whispered prayer in endless night.
No bitterness within her reign,
Just soft release from aching pain.
She guards my tether, faint but bright—
My faithful friend in darkest night.
We Cardinals are messengers from Heaven's throne,
I have royal scarlet plumage,
my wife is mostly brown with a touch of red on
her head and wings.
When we appear, your departed loved ones
are nearby.
She and I fly together and nestle on
holly boughs in wintry weather.
In springtime we nest in apple blossom branches,
our fledglings are God's gift to earth.
We trill sacred songs as His angels sing along,
high up in the summer foliage treetops swaying.
You cherish watching us as we charm your days,
be rest assured, someday when you pass,
your grieving relatives and friends-
will be comforted by us. ~
Anger at all atrocities, frustrated fiery feeling,
For our numbers to increase, we are all appealing.
Tigers with our orange and black striped features,
Magnificent, we are the largest of all cat creatures.
Senses of outrageous heartfelt distinction.
It is with grief that we certainly face total extinction.
We Tigers love to swim and tend our young so very fine.
Poached, our bones are used in medicinal Tiger Wine.
Our teeth for jewellery, our skin to make a common mat.
Only 4000 of us left. These are practices you must combat.
Splinters spear my soul so silently, so stop such slaying,
You humans must realise the dangerous game you’re playing.
We are the Tigers. Majestic and free, this is our natural instinct.
Too late to stop the hunting and pouching once we are extinct.
like a hush …
sentinel …
the old willow stood guard
his branches, stout arms that held her
safe in childhood
supple limbs hugged and
flexed whene'er she sought blue sky
his embrace of lush fronds
let no rain wet her brow ...
their sweep offering but a kiss of gentle breath
and cool shade in the heavy
press of Summer heat
while shimmering strands of light
illumed her play time …
all her life he had gallantly charged her safety
but oh, how he weeped now from
his twisted old roots
as to-and-fro she swayed
at the end …
of a rope.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden, September 22, 2017
I have enclosed you with gloom
inside the womb, babe's safe haven
attacking your fortress as your Mom
writhed in agony drowning you
against rejection fluid…
Then I welcomed you with hopelessness
watched your struggles to yell
miraculous survival shout
yet skeptic about your Mom’s deafening wails
accepting her loss over your birth…
Finally, I sealed you around
grievous abandonment-asylum
since your Mom signed freedom waiver
liberating you both from each other
toward partnership-severance…
But, now… I accept my failure
seeing you thriving in love
as God verily champions
grace and compassion*
with your orphanage family.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
May 13, 2023
10th place, "Anatomy of Melancholy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish; judged on 5/14/2023.
As pet dog in the Tropics
Blessed am I by God to enjoy life
Clothed with two seasons:
Dry or summer months, and wet or rainy days…
Exposed to this goodness
Freely I’m exempted from Winter blight
Grief of cold weather I haven’t experienced
Happy always for great adventure…
I wish you well, fellow puppies, in the Northern Hemisphere
Just bear in mind that “Winter is not forever”
Kindness of the Sovereign has planned it so
Live with your climate by the grace of the Almighty…
Maximize adventures that Winter offers
Never lose hope* since another season is near
Opening avenues for greater pursuits
Press on still, and grow to be your owners’ pride...
Quietly wait for your time to scamper outside with delight
Ready yourselves to behold blooming wonders
Stay serene while snuggling in your comfort zones
Temperature will soon tell that now is Spring time!
*Psalm 31:24 Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.
Personification in ABC form
January 29, 2023
2nd place, "Winter is not Forever" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 2/19/2023.
Every day a darker world we see.
Her skies are gray, and Her pain released.
Many warning signs are shared by her.
Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and floods
on Earth.
Her droughts are brought causing famine.
Are warnings for us to examine.
Her felt emotions and inner pain.
Are then brought forth through tears of rain.
How many more warnings must she
send?
The World to realize, we're at the end.
The Bible Speaks when will we know
the end is near? Mathew 24:6-8 ESV.
" See that you are not alarmed, for
this must take place, but the end is
not yet. For nation, will rise against
Nation, and Kingdom, and there will
be famines, and earthquakes in
various places. All these are but the
beginning of Birth Pains."
Michael Tor
The Full Moon's Beam lit up the Earth.
Revealing wars, turmoil, and hurt.
He wanted peace to be restored.
For what he saw He did abhor.
It pained Him so to see all this.
He closed His eyes and then Eclipsed.
Michael Tor
LIFE SHOULD BE MEANINGFUL:
Welcome to a new day...!
Look at life here on earth today,
It will definitely grow old,someday.
Even if it doesn't ... Just to say,
Then it would die young along the way.
Life is very beautiful,
When it's meaningful.
Moving with deems...,
Growing with dreams.
That was a piece of childhood.
A moment a child wish for adulthood.
Thinking it's all happiness to be an adult.
The reality is blurred so we lay an exult.
Childhood is filled with folly,
Where you only wish for a revue.
It's a jolly,
Where we later make a review.
Stuck with themes...!
Dyeing with schemes.
The chapter of life full of advice.
Where life experiences are apprised,
And mistakes become regrets,
When wasted times lack refrets.
Well,achievements bring fulfillment,
And futility brings disappointment.
Adulthood is braided with maturity,
Where as childhood with absurdity.
Well,age doesn't determines competency,
And appearance never determined by complacency.
Life should be well lived,
To Prevent future grief.
come sit with me a while, my darling
beneath this apple tree
come sit with me, my sweetheart
do you not recognize me
come sit and keep me company, my love
i’ll welcome you every season of the year
come sit with me, my precious
i’ll listen as you pour your heart to me
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on May 23, 2021 to PERSONIFICATION POEM 150 contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LAFRANCE
moon watched the man
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight
tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles grief and mourning
gives hugs
time oozed slowly into day
carrying himself until he had a glimpse of a sun
it had been a pretty night, he felt satisfied
many dying but more living
the tree watched the man sleeping
knowing sun would soon wake him
feeling he wanted a few more hours of the moon
before the man returned to his grief
Ok, you humans down there, making wishes on us stars
with “Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
Who the heck do you people think you are?
Why are you writing poems all the time like “Star Light, Star Bright”?
Of COURSE, we’re bright and a heck of a lot brighter than YOU.
Is sitting around making wishes all you can do?
Even waiting around to see which one of us will fall? The gall!
Good grief, you’d think to see a shooting star is the greatest thing of all!
Where did you come up with “count your lucky stars,” you dimwits?
You would die a billion deaths before you finished counting my friends and me.
I get laughs hearing your gaffes, but other than that, MY life is the pits!
I wish for YOU to make ME into a MOVIE star. I’d be a diva for an eternity!
Then I could really live it up in style, like you glitzy dolts down below.
Yeah, and keep “reaching for the stars.” Let’s see how THAT goes.
July 1, 2020 for Nina Parmenter's You Are A Star Poetry Contest
A race against time ..
As her life is faced with challenges..
A tragic loss of a loved one ..
Grief strikes her like a hot iron..
The pain intensifies as it shoots through her heart..
Paralyzed in mourning..
Feeling trapped inside a frozen tundra..
A race against time..
As she rushes to escape her sorrow..
She imagines Serenity..
Peace floating through her..
As she races against time..
Grief striken tears are shed..
As her eyes are blinded by pain..
In a moment of silence..
She prays for strength..
Seeking for courage to carry on..
She races in a new direction..
Where her heart is healed..
Where she no longer carries a torch of pain..
She walks in nature..
Song birds sing in tune of the wind..
Softly..
The wind cries her name ..
Joyful cries become music to her ears..
In a moment of silence..
She glows..
As the inner light inside her shines brightly..
Her prayers have been answered..
Bloodless insects slink down cracks and fissures
Chastised Earth mumbles her prayer
Aimless buzzards circle, eyeing lifeless shores
Dreaded gases envelop jungles
Mighty timbers writhe on forest's floor
Weeds grotesque choke once-cities
Soundless streets of dark glory's gore...
Stagger, Stumble, Wretch and Heave
The Last Day on this Planet grieves