Hope Personification Poems

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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Hello, I am a purple sock who has lost my mate recently,
we were beloved by our owner and she is real devastated !
She liked...

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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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In the evening coolness where the sprawling maple tree sighs,
Admired in strength and beauty, on innovations, our world relies.

My pairing seeds helicoptered, carried on Nature's...

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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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Sitting on me, butterflies and dragonflies give poses.
Am I not, yet, less known than my fragrant sisters, Roses?

Am I not somewhat less cared for as...

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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 am a dainty, colorful marigold.
Or at least that's the story I'm told.
I was born in a big, green, and grassy yard.
Growing up was awfully...

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Painting dream-scapes upon canvas of vermilion skies,
O, time! how you elevate my dawn in periwinkle sunrise,
As day’s footprints, glistening amber tapestries rise,
When rhythms of birds,...

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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 am quite a peculiar sort,
My fragrant blooming days are short. 

My petite petals well bell shaped, 
In virgin, pristine white they’re draped. 

I’m famed...

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Good morning, Spring.

I saw you yesterday for the first time in 2024.
I did not know how long you had been standing
there. My wife saw you...

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In the meadows of contentment, where sunshine did reside,
A smile, a gentle brook, with laughter as its tide.
Sparkling, and clear, it danced and flowed, a...

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I could go on and on aborting the rough indulgence of the brain, body, mind, soul, sanity and the art of the heart 
Nothing zips...

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