Love Personification Poems

Every time I open a Journal to write a new entry, A blank page fills my mind.

Until I can find the words to fill the...

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My mind is open
It has to be
Yet find myself tangled
In a tree

The wind
It wrestles
The safety line
As I hang with the birds
A silent wind chime

The breeze...

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I have always been stubborn, cliff walls rising against the world
I don’t budge.
Your river carves through me slowly but steadily

I used to begrudge you your...

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Elements : Earth and Air 

Beneath a sky I lay in vast emptiness
 a desolate Earth of silica, still in silence.
 a barren desert burning...

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Air whispered wish with its all might 
to rouse fire to groom so bright;
Fire has all the heat to give,
but, without air, fire can't live....

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I am the air talking, I want to remind you that breathing is important,
in Canada, the Indigenous People consider me sacred,
and have appointed themselves...

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You squealed with six-year-old delight as I wriggled from Hilda’s belly. 
I was a runt, the first of five pups who, with our eyes closed,...

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I’m a treasure more valuable than gold,
Once a heart stops beating – after the breath stops
Breathing, I am the most cherished possession,
Worth more than expensive...

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Grace* am I, granted by God for salvation-bliss
     glowing with eternal security radiance 
     gloriously sealing your...

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I Am both the seen and the unseen
All that is and whatever has been
As both immanent and transcendent
Am of attributes, independent 

I Am caress of...

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With happiness, I love to smile.
Excitement I show with my eyes.
This gives me such a pleasant style,
embracing life like a glittered prize.

Gleam is another name...

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Regally it stands, the staunch guardian of her lonesome heart,
Reminiscing in revelries of yore, treasured memories impart,
Defying glum turbulence of now, hanging on to seasons...

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I am a gate in a cemetery and have been for many years,
when opening or closing I now creak, groan and moan;
I am real...

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I saw her lovely face in the window daily                ...

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Sometimes, I race the wind - And, erase the sun’s glistening –
Embracing your quaking trees, Nourishing you with liquid 
Comfort… Even the streams appreciate my...

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