Memory Personification Poems

Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark...

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I was a zealous environmental scientist, preserving green on our blue planet;
To benefit all animals, plants and people, under sunset skies of pomegranate.

I strived hard...

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I’m a really big gal from Africa.
My legs are like pillars and a trunk and tusks I’ve got.
You’re safe with me; I don’t eat meat.
I...

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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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It’s quite a thing to lay a life to rest,
to place rocks over roots rotten with age,
cover leaves once green with soil, sodden from rain.

Conceived...

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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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*Inspired by a comment Marikate Kingston made on one of my poems.

Not for contest.



First I was small, shorter than flowers around me
The world was so...

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TONIC

Gin, with its memory of juniper
That imbues a certain sweet tang
But needs a slightly bitter contrast
To be well-rounded on the tongue
Relieved to deliver its full...

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I am a blue Swallow.  I was born in the late summer, and
my parents taught me everything they could before leaving
me to fend...

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Kit

Before I opened the carton,
   I’d chose the name Kit,
      Thinking of strong Wild West women.

Our little girl,...

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EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties, 
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery. 
Promises become unfulfilled, 
And the expectants turn to...

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Eye of the Tiger

Those eyes – piercing amber -
 So like mine
  Smoldering with uncaged curiosity 

I drown in the golden pools
 As I...

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“Even in your absence, there is hope my friend.
On that rainbow bridge we’ll meet to love and play again.” M. Morris


It’s at the Rainbow Bridge...

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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...

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Proud of my red coat, that others admired,
         or was it the charm and wit I had,...

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