Introspection Personification Poems

I am an old porch
Leaning in on a bent back
Weathered and rotting

Aha! Something enticingly fun
comes into view
turning me into my butterfly self.

Orange and dotted, 
flitting...

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Burning
with potential
a fire
never lit

a
broken 
candlestick 

Accept it~

you just might
burn twice as bright



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Personification is my favorite poem to write.
I can fly to my nest and feed my eaglets, 
or I can scare humans to death with my...

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Oh divine universe ,

you,

that billions of years of light your diameter is,

in awe 

before your grandeur we stand, wondering:  

"How 

did the Lord, ...

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I only tell of sunny hours...

We are not so different
you and I,
though your stone face
can never last.

In time
how much more telling,
are the shadows
that we cast.



02/02/19

For...

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SUNDIAL WISDOM--

I only tell of sunny hours;
And my face looks toward heaven's skies;
And a gnomon, which casts a shadow onto my dial;
My eyes gnomon clouds...

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Urban

Dare to touch me without any rules. 
Dare to see the spectacular view on us
In the nearest past
Covered by shadows, covered by dust. 
How passionately...

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You have really got no idea, 
No idea at all,
No idea about my life, 
From up there on the wall,

When, in the morning, you blankly...

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i sit lonely. the crowded restaurant is thick with sound. i pick away at it moving back into the stagnant silence of my own comfort....

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Tonight’s the night I go on a date, 
At the restaurant we’ll meet face to face,
Where we’ll wine and dine and talk about love, 
And...

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Bill is my name, fresh-pressed, dressed in all green,
flaunting the face of a president.
I have long been your resident,
resting in your fold.
Envy may be a...

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Hi, I’m glad you’re joining me here, 
It’s about time we had our talk,
We’ve known each other our entire lives, 
Now come with me for...

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She stood beneath an old oak tree, 
And peered up to the sky,
And her hand reached up, through the leaves, 
As it sang a lullaby,

To...

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   Divinely bequeathed a blank-cheque-Jackpot; in your 
   possession is the golden ticket

   Sadly, many fail to decode it's...

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Lurking amongst shabby, impenetrable, undergrowth,
cloistered effigy is sheltered from casual view,
languishing, neglected, forgotten... but content.

No longer possessing a name; no longer serving a purpose;
whatever inscription...

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Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way
  (with what would turn out to be the first of our two...

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A white smudged dot on the misty sky peering onto the place where they live
the big and small ones with four legs, two legs, and...

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The trying journey harshly dusty
Listless life loses colors dormant
Candid mirror refuses to identify 
Face turned time-trodden bland.

Blank canvas on the easel stands
The artist in me...

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Christ all hope of glory                    ...

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Here...
In my garden
Upon the break of dawn
I see you there
And know  
That something's wrong

That look upon your face
I am sure
No amount of time
Will dare...

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