Kids Personification Poems | Examples
These Kids Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Personification Kids poems written by international poets.
A little Southern town
Could never astone.
Big Northern city,
So filled with activity.
A Northern dairy land
Where it's easy to be a fan.
My desire to serve never ceased.
But no one called from the East.
So, back to the populous place.
Back to the region of slow pace.
Four years of sweat and tears.
Then, sweet melodies to my ears.
From 2000 miles, the WEST calls.
There, the kids grew stable and tall.
It seemed the WEST was where we belonged;
The place where we grew confident and strong.
And for 43 years, we called WEST our home.
Home, sweet home. We had ceased to roam.
Armed by protective sensibility
I offer my warming security
Around loving protective certainty
Insured with comfortable serenity.
I’m your mittens, full of vibrant beauty
Ready to fulfill my granted duty
Prepared by orphanage authority
To guard kids from infectious germs so dirty.
I serve as your gloves of identity
With embroidered names, daintily pretty
Assuring compassion*’s tenacity
Marked by kindness midst gentle purity.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Personification in monorhyme
January 19, 2023
Honorable Mention, "UPTO YOU" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian; judged on 2/10/2023.
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over there,they sit
Often bored,only their kids will admit;
Silence is the rule in our home,
Our photos and bios well catalogued;
Up close into my face they peer
Often my expression can bring a tear;
Yes,admiration we do adore,
Silent hedonism,can be a bore;
At night with the alarm turned on
Some of us burst into song;
We long for freedom,to be alone,
In a family,not on our own
Meadows of Green
In these meadows of green,
The flowers so bright.
The kids are a joy,
They're playing, and this is a delight.
We walk in the pasture,
With thoughts being right.
We stop for a hug,
But it sure feels right we're a sight.
We talk with each other,
We cover our fears.
Our hearts are together,
Love is having some tears.
We talk with each other,
All the day long.
Holding hands with the flowers,
Making life, being strong.
Our love never fades,
Our hearts are so true.
Oh, how I love you,
How can it turn blue?
In those Meadows of Green,
That we used to walk through.
R.I.P., Shannon, I love you!
Updated 4/21/2023
A creepy-looking lit jack 'o lantern takes perverse pleasure in startling
Trick-or-treating kids. It waits until they get to the door, then lets out
A loud, deep-voiced "Boo!", followed by a prolonged evil laughter
Three Lines - Writing Challenge - October 2018 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings (Winner: 5th Place)
Date written and posted: 10/28/2018
I’m the swing that swung and now I’m still,
Never to sail again,
Never to hear the sound of laugh,
I remember the days of when
The kids would float and kick and laugh,
Each kid wanting to fly,
All believing the dream of defeating the ground,
And nobody asking why
They could reach so high without a care,
In the air it was them that flew,
Not fearing about any possible hurt,
Not troubled one bit about who
Would come to their aid, would fix every scratch,
They didn’t need to care,
About adult stuff, writing or spelling,
This was the only place where
They could be a kid, but now they’ve grown
And left me lying around,
Left me hanging here broken down and sad,
Alone in this quiet playground.
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over there,they sit
Often bored,only their kids will admit;
Silence is the rule in our home,
Our photos and bios well catalogued;
Up close into my face they peer
Often my expression can bring a tear;
Yes,admiration we do adore,
Silent hedonism,can be a bore;
At night with the alarm turned on
Some of us burst into song;
We long for freedom,to be alone,
In a family,not on our own
PERSONIFICATION PAINTING
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over there,they sit
Often bored,only their kids will admit;
Silence is the rule in our home,
Our photos and bios well catalogued;
Up close into my face they peer
Often my expression can bring a tear;
Yes,admiration we do adore,
Silent hedonism,can be a bore;
At night with the alarm turned on
Some of us burst into song;
We long for freedom,to be alone,
In a family,not on our own
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all to see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over there,they sit
Often bored,only their kids will admit;
Silence is the rule in our home,
Our photos and bios well catalogued;
Up close into my face they peer
Often my expression can bring a tear;
Yes,admiration we do adore,
Silent hedonism,can be a bore;
At night with the alarm turned on
Some of us burst into song;
We long for freedom,to be alone,
In a family,not on our own.