Jobs Personification Poems | Examples
These Jobs Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Jobs. These are the best examples of Personification Jobs poems written by international poets.
A secret is granted
any curb captain
listening.
To speak rarely and
with roots.
Blake wears a hardhat,
drives a forklift for
Metal Products.
Whitman collects
unemployment in the mail.
New words
are mined coal.
They are the drink
from bags,
the suicide in jail,
and
the housekeeper
called only by her first name.
Keeping pace
with a secret at
the speed of light
is the wisdom felt on crowded subways.
I know you're just a tiny dot,
but in the world of writing, not
a mark more powerful exists.
When thoughts get jammed up, you insist
they separate and free your spot.
When composition chaos reigns,
you enter. Sentences regain
their clarity. There's none like you.
The comma and conjunction do
their part, but champion you remain.
We both perform our jobs with verve.
I, semicolon, also serve
to punctuate; but I’m not strong
like YOU, my hero. Am I wrong
to want you? I know; I’ve got nerve!
I’ve been in love with you for years.
Now, please allay this lady’s fears
and say you love and want me too!
I’ll bid my loneliness adieu.
Our friends, the question marks, will cheer.
June 16, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Your Choice (10) Personification Poetry Contest
May 20, 2021
entered in the Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Welcome to our barnyard, you can call me Fred.
My job is to get everyone out of bed.
Cheerful by nature, I’m proud to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
A beautiful crow to hear - they act like I shout, “Boo!”
A morning person would think this is the best job ever.
At dawn, I’m sad to say, few appreciate me being clever.
Yes, I know the names they call me... I try to shrug it off.
Cock-of-the-walk really gripes me, who are they to scoff?
Some are jealous of my red cone, it is so beautiful.
Lifting my neck to properly crow is being dutiful.
Believe me, I’ve tried and tried not to strut my stuff.
To be a rooster and not be cocky is really quite tough.
Throughout the day I continue to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
Yes, it does sound like revenge, but wouldn’t you?
Of course if danger arises everyone needs to hear me.
I like them calling me brave and crowding to be near me.
Without me this barnyard would never be on time.
Deep down they all know it, I just wish they would be kind.
Written 2-19-2016
Form: Rhyme Personification