Life Personification Poems | Examples
These Life Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Life. These are the best examples of Personification Life poems written by international poets.
Life said to death,
I make people live and thrive.
Death said to life,
I make them barely survive and die.
On and on they went;
Back and forth they said:
I fill people with joy and gladness.
I fill them with pain and suffering.
I give them hope for tomorrow.
I give them grief and sorrow.
I fill them with songs of melody.
I give them songs of misery.
I teach people that there's life after you.
I tell them that there nothing after me.
When time shall be no more,
I offer people eternity.
When time shall cease to be,
That will be the end of me.
Egotistic no doubt about it
Moody that cant be denied
Outrageous with all the trimmings
Tempting with thought and word
Inspiring in times of need
Organised well close any way
Noisy, the life of every party.
Scared to reveal your reality
So many emotions tangled tight
We wear them all the time
Some we hide so no one sees
What emotions flow through you today?
At first, I was all hunger and knees,
a rumpled sleeve dragging through the leaves~
until the day I woke inside a rumor,
stitched myself into a silent room.
What a way to learn patience:
wrapped in the dark with only
the sound of my own heart
unspooling like old thread.
Then~
the metamorphosis, the slick emergence,
the trembling assembly of wings
still sticky with the glue of becoming.
Now I hover above my former life,
its slow, leaf-bound arithmetic,
and wonder: was it me
who chose the air,
or the air
that chose me?
The ice storm came in January
And gave her the face of a weeper.
Weighed down, nearly to the ground,
We knew that her roots grew deeper.
However, she was completely covered with
Ice, and her trunk was split at ground level.
We questioned if she would even survive.
But she soon convinced us that she was here
To stay, even when ice stood in her way. She
Knew that God was on the inside, and she was
Ready to produce healthy fruit and thrive.
In short order, by late Feburary, she spoke
With the resounding voice of new spring life.
Her pink blossoms said, "Hello, I'm alive and well. Peaches will be arriving by mid-July".
From fading greens of summer, I did pass
to seek my Autumn season's entryway
and honor life's maturity, en masse-
with brilliant ceremony and display.
A glorious salute to my last stage-
a party planned with colorful attire
to complement my patterns and engage
fine passersby and artists to admire.
My trees will dress in orange, red, or gold,
and they must pick the one that suits them best
to glow and rustle on dark limbs as bold
farewells to close this phase of life, expressed.
My last hurrah- bright shawls to warm the ground.
As bright leaves fall and soon blend with the snow
before white winter's blanket wraps around-
must say goodbye to Autumn there below.
There's no method to my madness,
no reason to my rhyme.
My heart is filled with sadness.
There's no solution to my crime.
Life is a campaign of attacks,
a sequence of living hells -
I hope that when my cover cracks,
you'll enjoy pistachios in shells.
PERSONALLY SPEAKING Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
11/3/25
This watermelon rolled its eyes
Taking a deep breath
At the altar of his life
Please, shoppers, go for the grapes
I'm rotten and sour
For all my life, I sat on death row
Oh, pardon me, mister
But the grapes are on sale today
I crept right in, post Summer's stay
You see, it's always been that way
Tween life and death, I fill the crypt
As summer's luscious green is gripped
By ashen fields and dying leaves
That fall from shrubs and stately trees
To gift my days with brilliant glow-
Before I rest neath Winter snow
I began life as a humble seed over four hundred years ago,
now I'm three hundred feet high and I continue to grow.
I live in the north of California not far from the coast
and I'm the tallest tree on earth; that's no idle boast.
I have a native American Cherokee name; I'm a Sequoia tree.
But folks know me as a Redwood, and that's fine with me.
I consider myself very lucky because I am still alive,
many of my friends have perished in wildfires and didn't survive
So, if you're driving up the coastal highway you can't fail to see,
me and my Sequoia friends and family towering majestically.
I am the sacred bodhi tree, no one is as wise as me,
since ages I have bestowed - enlightenment, wisdom and vision,
I embody traditions and spirituality, ushering the humanity towards vitality,
within me reside the powerful gods, for I am their earthly abode,
my one pious touch can heal a heart, hurt so much,
the blessings I shower give life an unending power,
saints meditate beneath my shade,
achieving nirvana, leaving this worldly façade,
I am the king of trees,
like the pole star among all the stars.
Placed third
26/September/2025
I Am a Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
I am a cheery festive Christmas tree
No surprise, folk truly do adore me
They decorate me with baubles and lights
I fill kiddies hearts with yuletide delights
They relish the chocolate money bags
Love the angels dressed in sparkly glad rags
They'll sing carols around me, it's such fun
Life as a Christmas tree is never glum
I'm blessed to be part of the holy joy
Bringing memories to each girl and boy.
Each of my limbs is meant for adorning
With beautiful lights and jolly decorations
Ribbons flow around me, never warning
This is the time when love touches in sensations
I still remember the joy of the squirrels and birds
When I lived in the forest, beside the oaks I love
For the ache in my heart, there are really no words
But I must sacrifice my quiet life for the One above
He is worth more than many of my green hands
I am only one of this Jesus’ many fans!
Life can be challenging for a Douglas fir,
especially one who lives on a tree farm.
I’m surrounded by Grand firs and Balsams,
who, unlike me, can support heavy ornaments.
They sneer at me and chant “light weight!”
I see a little lady talking to the farm owner.
She comes straight~~Oh, she’s talking to me!
She wants a lovely, light-green, fragrant tree
for her huge collection of light-weight ornaments.
This is going to be a great Christmas for us.
I am an oak tree and my sister stands near,
our roots intertwined for many a year,
we hold up the soil where sweet grass once grew
for all the young children to play and run through,
now we're a pasture for cows that will graze.
Twin Oaks we are named by a road that runs by
as we still lift our branches to clouds in the sky,
and remain unchanged in the landscape of things~
though folks barely notice in their rush to catch rings
of glittery gold in life's tough tangled maze.
COMINGS AND GOINGS IN
THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES
In all life’s seasons,
Each day has its three
To be: yesterday, today,
And its tomorrow:-
Today was yesterday’s
Tomorrow, and will become
Tomorrow’s yesterday,
Which will become a today:-
No matter the day or
The season, give God the praise
For today, which was yesterday’s
Prayed for tomorrow:-
Thus, be the blessed days
That are bestowed upon us
In travelling and overcoming
Life’s trials and tribulations:-