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.
step …
across the sill
this haunted house
walls of torn paper, dripping
crumbling plaster ceilings
hanging like rotten vines on a gaunt
and bony frame
dark, broken windows, the
empty eyes that stare -
once aglow with
the bright from within
life and light … and love
made a home
until …
just an ember -
one flame of your kiss -
and it was gutted
burned raw and ruined
with no thought to what filled these rooms
or graced the facades
or warmed the meager marrow …
now all phantoms
howling in the barren halls
sodden and saddened
for sake of the abandoned -
the threadbare -
dilapidated … desolate
welcome to the
vacancy …
your fool.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
( artwork is a number two pencil sketch of the cottage from “Summer of ‘42” by the poet )
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:-
A DOG'S LIFE
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I reign as king in a sovereignty supreme.
I sit by your side gazing, the world whizzing by.
From a rolled down window, a kaleidoscope of colors mesmerize.
My ears flapping wildly, a joyful delight.
The rush of air, a thrill to my canine soul.
As we speed along, the highway our open road.
The engine purrs, a tranquil hum.
The sun beats down, a warm embrace.
The miles fly by, like autumn leaves dancing down a street.
I feel alive in this wild, open space.
The scent of freedom, a fragrance so sweet.
The thrill of adventure, a canine story to tell.
My tail wags freely, a happy beat.
The wind in my fur, a soothing caress.
Surely this canine has been blessed.
The sun begins to set, a fiery glow.
The stars appear, a twinkling show.
The engine slows, a gentle ease.
Our journey's come to an end.
I snuggle close, a contented sigh.
For it's a dog's life, and I am hypnotized.
water gives us life
she uplifts us
rejuvenates us
keeps us connected
her baptisms
her wet coolness
her willingness to share
keep us fresh
essential loving water
as important as air
they both keep us alive
without them, we would not exist
we owe much to water
she is our hero
our queen
our connection to faeries and angels.
The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days,
while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies.
Words from hollow lips strike like stones—
they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners.
My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust,
each one breathes life into silent desks.
They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes.
Even the blackboard leans forward,
eager to share every truth I’ve etched across its surface.
Though some voices build barriers—cold, unyielding,
my teaching-self stands firm,
a steady heartbeat among shifting shadows.
I may not linger here forever,
but as long as education breathes,
my footsteps leave a soft rhythm—
a promise echoing beyond my departure.
Until my final exhale,
I become the silent sentinel:
each wall, each chair, each lesson
alive with all that is just and right.
Selfishness looked out for herself
She was thrilled to do what she wanted
When she wanted
In the way she wanted
Without censorship, suggestions or having to please anyone else
Selfishness did not buy into funerals, graduations or weddings
She spent no time with her family.
She did not care to make a friend.
She never felt lonely or sad.
She loved her alone time.
She felt cherished and entitled.
Loving her ways.
The Storm uttered his vengeful voice
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his mighty hands.
The trees cried loudly as they were rent.
The rivers drank more than they could bear.
Creatures hid in quivering protest
As the storm’s soldiers marched quickly by.
When he passed there came a gentle touch.
His life was squandered in his fury.
The sky shone forth his bright epitaph
And mere mortals spoke ill of the dead.
Upon the earth renewed life sprang forth
And nature was blessed by his fury.
The hatred of the Storm King withal
Became the source of much grace below.
The mulberry trees are,
awaking with new life.
I am feeling my new green leaves,
coming from my many branches.
Spring is here,
showing off her beauty.
What do I see,
a butterfly house?
It is tucked beneath my many branches,
hidden in my new green leaves.
Colorful butterflies now appear,
dressed in their finest colorful wings.
As I watch I see,
beautiful butterflies dance from flower to flower.
Oh how I wish,
wish I could dance with them.
My branches waves in the cool breeze,
guess this is the only dancing I can do.
I watch them dance,
by the day's bright sun.
Then by the night's dark sky,
as the diamond stars and full moon appear.
I am blessed to be called home,
for I am one of the many mulberry tress.
At times I wonder to myself why did I even let him back too my life when he lied and betrayed me not once but twice. At times I wonder to myself do he really loves and cares about me. At times I wonder why am I doing so much for him when his not doing it for me. At times I wonder why me why it has to be me. At times I wonder still the same he will never change. At times I wonder why he always blames me for what he did and always defending her but not me. At times I just wonder.
For you, the winter has departed
For me, the spring has started,
Seasons began where nature parted.
Going from north to south
on its axis through the earth
around the sun, the seasons give birth.
There are no wasted nights
nor annulment of days,
with rainy clouds and sunny rays.
Every journey has a portrait.
Every spare moment in the fate
the mood keeps the spirit awake.
When the sun comes shining
All the flowers begin blooming
Their beauty and radiance illuminating
A day moves into a new horizon
The possessive night lingers on
Into memorial direction.
Every step is a valuable lesson
To capture the paths of each person
which leads to the same destination.
Where life's challenges begin
With whispering voices in the wind
receptive illusions and dark living.
The path known could be everything
when you recall, it could be nothing
only the memory of silence serenading
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
When life gives you lemons
You make lemonade
I am a banana
A beaten and bruised banana
Too ugly to sit on the marble countertop in the kitchen
Wouldn’t want the house to look poor and unkept, right?
The good news is that there are layers to the banana
The bad news is that when you peel the unappealing-looking exterior, a mushy interior meets your eye
Too soft to enjoy without leaving a bad taste in your mouth
When life gives you a banana like this
You make banana bread
I am a banana
I can’t make banana bread because I am a mere ingredient in the delicious pastry
I am the unwanted ingredient that can magically turn useful by the powers of others
I need flour to hold me together and keep me from going all over the place
I need sugar to make my softness appear sweet to others
I need baking soda to help me rise and grow out of my imperfections
And I need someone willing to put in the effort to make me into tasty banana bread
Damn, I want some banana bread right now
Who’s cookin’?
All the people honored him.
He was universally revered.
Is his life now growing dim
with blows he has incurred,
or was he just a legend,
evading every sleuth,
the hero that would never bend,
this fellow they call Truth.
“The Sparrow”
In this moment I am a sparrow,
intent on guiding my landing below.
I am a raptor plucking green seeds,
awaiting the rapture to truly be free.
Gently I perch upon a branch,
inhaling sweetly, my lungs collapse.
I, like the tree, free of leaves
am aged, worn, less feathery.
Yet, I hold wisdom you cannot see.
I hold wisdom instinctively.
I am a sparrow on a dying tree,
destined to simply be, be, be.
I am...
quintessential optimism;
the rainbow you see
after the rain is gone.
I am...
order amid the chaos;
l reconstruct
life's crumbled foundation.
I am...
beauty in ugliness;
don't avert your eyes!
I am...
a celestial messenger,
so prick up your ears.
I'm asking you
to choose faith over fear;
things aren't as bad as they seem.
I'm asking you
to walk out on darkness,
to me, the light.
I'm asking you
to believe in dreams;
they are real and true.
I'm asking you
to look to the sky
when you're lost;
I am your North star.
David Bowie sang
a song about me;
yes, you guessed it
I am...
Starman,
but, I'm also...
guess who?