Metaphor Personification Poems

Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling
It implores me to act
Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour
Reminding me of our pact

It pleads, it begs, It...

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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...

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• Look at the sun
• Can you see its face?
• It is staring at you
• All the way from outer space...

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    A broom is a flight of fancy
      at the witching hour
    A machine...

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• Up goes the Sun
• Down goes the Moon 
• Their relationship is one of longing
• But they'll see each other soon...

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The tree sheds tears when 
It's leaves are shed in the glen
It feels a piece of it is ripped apart
When the fruits rot and fall...

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In the pure bright wake, I went fishing’ for calm and all I caught was tumblin’ time. 
The hours were soppin’wet with pond scum and...

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You sit upon me all the time 
as you compose your latest rhyme. 
Yet, you never deign to admit, 
it's - what's the word? No,...

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'Whatcha say we spin a jig?' she said from
       'neath my tongue
her almond bittersweet the queried tang ...
so naught...

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A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a 
U - - U || U UUt U U - || U - X
daystar's wake ... askew parts...

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A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a 
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist 
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...

'Tis...

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In the chilly hours of the graying gloaming,
silent shivers rise from the estuary.
Just before the waves churn in frothy foaming,
Goddess Moon approaches Her adversary.
Sun slinks...

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Refreshing Rain sits beside Withering Rose
inquiring if He might settle around Her.
She gladly accepts the offer He bestows,
a more precious blessing She could not prefer.
She...

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Sheila asked him
“Do you have the time?”
Ben answered “It’s five after two.” She responded “That is a perfectly good answer, but that is not the...

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 I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops...

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