Metaphor Personification Poems

I am destruction
The fervor of my fiery temper wreaks havoc upon ignition
Sparked and left ablaze to drift, knowing only to burn
If you ignite me, I...

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I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird, 
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,...

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*** The Trapped Wasp’s Tale ***

Today I am a wasp in the room
Noticed when
Sights of light began the sounds
Of my tap-smacking
Head bangs
Trying to get through...

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An attenuated tree branch reaches out to its drowning shadow in the inert millpond.

(23 Syllables)

Personification is a poetic device and not a poetic form, hence...

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the lips of sunset 
caress teal outcrop 
damp with anticipation 
	
ever speeding up 
and illuminating every last aspect 
however reluctantly 
as it 
has to relinquish...

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When you are alone you are all your own. ~Leonardo da Vinci

the Milky Way that rises like a sea fret 
forging a way amongst the...

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The Butterfly Cocooned

Noon
Beneath higher twig tips, 
    my heart flutters
Near converging branches.

My cocoon
Rests
Mid-high the strength 
    and distinctive character
Of...

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I am a glass,
important in your life;
I hold selected drinks
to quench your thirst.
At your side-
in both good times and strife-
upon your list of needs,
I am...

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Two becoming one.

with hearts of purity

Grafted together.

With your stem of Beauty

Together producing new buds

Deeply rooted

Intertwining with Love

Thorny days with rain

Sadness when petals fall

Yet, the sun...

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*Image of Tea & More by EverPic.

The Mettle of Mom's Kettle

Dear mother's tea kettle.
She purges impurities daily.
She satisfies it with freshness.
Encounters gained exponentially.
She alights the...

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As the queen, she rules
and all bow to her presence
as she graces the night.
Her heavenly white blossom
pierces the imagination.

Her fragrance descends 
and envelopes her subjects
as...

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Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in my speculation;
when...

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In search of hue
That departed my grey shadow,
and headed towards a grave
which's long due.
There's someone powerful visible
Like you.
Enjoying the land of deads,
Aren't you through? 

I...

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The breeze sighed
Through the valley
Like a whisper
Floated across the room,
A breeze of sweetness
To dispel the gloom,
Its marimba played
The gentle leaves a simple tune,
Dancing over troubled...

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if history were to write itself
its big feet it would not pen
the big mouth it would seal
its dim eyes it would brighten
and the relatives all...

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