Love Personification Poems | Examples
These Love Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Love. These are the best examples of Personification Love poems written by international poets.
Somehow, she appears from nowhere
to dominate the darkest sky,
her glow, suspended in the air,
will mystically bring on a sigh.
Her magnetic vibes are wondrous:
the shifting of each ocean's tide,
and also, somehow moving us-
she steers how minds and feelings ride.
Manipulator is our Moon.
Our months, divided each by stage,
are how her phases stay in tune
to regulate how hearts will gauge.
Full moon and love are tied as one-
Romance and moonlight, hand in hand
maneuver closeness that is spun
as Cupid seals what she has planned.
A force of nature, to be sure!
For ages, she's been on a throne
with mystic strength that does allure-
to mysteries still unbeknown.
Once our home was filled with love,
from God up above.
My kitchen had delicious foods cooking away,
as children played near by.
Many family and dear friends,
laughed and loved in my rooms of old.
One by one they went away,
all promising to come back someday.
My once pretty garden is now all weeds,
even the birds will not come near.
I'm A Forgotten Home,
I once was filled with love.
A lover's sigh in melancholy mood,
and breaths that never die in memories,
now float within a soulful interlude
and birthed from deep within ~ a melody.
Inanimate, yet still a lover's heart
that breathes and cries much like the morning mist.
I wait, impatient, 'til my song imparts
emotion that's been born from passion's lips.
written Nov. 3, 2025 for Nette Onclaud's Personally Speaking contest
I am emotional and romantic
flows as poetry to your heart
My saxophone love songs
is indescribably lovely
Feel the calm wash over your soul
as soft summer pastels
Listen … I don't wish to disappoint you
Be blessed with these positive vibes
Jazzy brassy voice
I scream in blue tones
I dance to fill the void
Buttons like backbones
I’m the woman you love
Can’t get me off your mind
I sing with your every touch
Improv I drink like wine
My head is full of green hair,
Locks dipped low to water blue
You will always find me close to ground
Near to my love so true.
Our hands hold each other so very tight,
I drink of his love with all my might.
My legs stand on the river so strong,
hidden by my locks so so long.
Watch and listen, everyone knows
the sweet sweet sound of my Weeping Willow song.
Chantelle Smith 26092025
I am a mango tree sprouted at the backyard
when I am full of leaves, humans for shade come to me.
when I am in flower, they admire me
when I bear fruits, they stone me
when I shed leaves, they curse me
when I am old, they hack and cut me.
birds and squirrels in all seasons and clime,
never expecting a dime, steadfastly love me.
they leave me full of glee,
but from men, I would rather flee!
I am a copper beech tree
I’m the most beautiful tree of them all
I always change my dress with the seasons
I’ll wear bright green, then ochre and gold in fall
I love my spring dress of vivid emerald green
My gown changes colour in the cooler weather
when shades of orange, gold and red can be seen
I detest the biting winds which steal my gown,
as my naked limbs are exposed to the world
I get so embarrassed and I wear a frown!
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.
I am a coconut tree swaying in the breeze,
here in the warm sand I will never freeze.
My big coconuts you cannot squeeze,
but you can add my juice to your teas.
I am loved by the big yellow bees,
bees also love to use water skis.
On this island of coconut trees,
I watch the visitors eating fruits with cheese.
The young men love to climb me to look at the seas,
saying no rain please.
So high! So high! You looked down on me.
We are the tallest trees on earth. My thick,
reddish-brown bark is resilient. Tourists
love to take photos of me. I love to connect
with other roots for stability, stay moisturized
with the coastal fog. You traveled above me
on a logger’s route, too far above my treetop.
I saw you staring down and wondered how.
If you’d have come closer, I could have showed
off my fairy rings, long branches and longevity.
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!
I am very tall and tower over others in the forest
My trunk is a tough, thick bark and my protective shield
My feet are my roots, and they work hard to keep me upright
I have many arms of branches and with many needles of fingers
I am fragrant and my woodsy citrusy scent wafts in the wind
Birds love to visit me and often make nests at my treetop
I am coniferous and flower pinecones to seed the forest
Some of my friends are cut down and then decorated in homes
Sometimes the forest becomes barren as we become timber
I can live hundreds of years until a severe windstorm may take me
love has no conditions
no contract
no absolutes
no rules or regulations
love is automatic
she cannot be thwarted or obliterated
you cannot talk her out of herself
love demands freedom
she loves who she loves
she owes no one an explanation
or an apology
love is a soul feeling
she cannot help herself
"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
I love to sit and watch the clouds,
as they dance across the big blue sky.
If I watch and wait what will I see,
animals like a zoo walking by.
One day I ask a big bright white cloud,
where are you going?
I was shocked when it answered back,
off to play it replied to me.
I did not know clouds could talk,
then I heard back-as a rule we don't.
I asked-how can pretty clouds rain down?
We get sad from traveling over the world,
when we have had enough then we rain tears down.