Missing Personification Poems | Examples
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Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat
as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet!
Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine
with warm soapy suds we’d soon smell fresh and clean
But now my ‘sole mate’ has gone missing and I am bereft
I was worn on the right foot, and he was worn on the left
Our owner removed the washing machine gasket
then checked the tumble drier and laundry basket
Alas my companion is still missing, life just isn’t fair
a single sock is useless, and I’m filled with despair
So my owner’s sock stock has now been depleted
and with my partner gone I’m feeling de-feeted!
What use is one sock, maybe one day I’ll be ‘heeled’
if the sock monster’s secret stash is suddenly revealed!
So for now I am consigned to the back of a drawer
with other odd socks and I'm sure there’ll be lots more!
When Youth packed his bags
and headed south
I knew I’d not see him again
So long, we’d been together
For years, he was my friend
It’s not that we had fallen out
We’d not had words or fought
It’s not as though, our time, misused
Or lessened, all for nought
We said goodbye, a long affair
Eventually, we kissed
And I must say in honesty,
At times, he’s sorely missed
He’s made new friends, I’ve met a few
And sent Youth my regards
I tried to warn Youth’s fickle ways
And what lies in the cards
Alas, his new friends worry not
That’s how it’s got to be
And Youth will be a friend to them
The same, he was to me
Snappy snowflake was holding onto the sky for dear life.
"Come on down!" Yelped her husband, missing his wife.
She was terrified of falling into a pile and losing herself.
"Soon," she said, hoping to be rescued by a snow giver elf.
"Come on down here!" Yelled her relatives, "Let go. Just drop!"
Her mother told them “You are scaring her. You all need to stop.”
Snappy liked her own identity; she did not want to lose it.
She finally let go and discovered that snow drift unity did not hurt a bit.
She lights up the entire surrounding.
She's absolutely the genuine article.
I tell you, she's out of my league.
Adorable, with a touch of intrigue;
She smiles and waves at me as she quietly comes and goes.
Neither a swagger nor bragger.
She's not a pink, white, or red rose,
But forces one to stare at her pose.
She's short-lived, but arresting.
Beautiful and captivating,
She's classy, a real 'looker'.
But often missing in action
Because her season is brief.
Tall, colorful, and alive,
With the look of royalty.
Yet she fits well among commoners.
Gracing the entry of our flower garden,
She's embraced by yesterday
with a never-ending story.
She dresses in purple,
And looks stunning.
Her name is Iris.
060522PSCtest, Purple Flowers, Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
2P
come sit with me a while, my darling
beneath this apple tree
come sit with me, my sweetheart
do you not recognize me
come sit and keep me company, my love
i’ll welcome you every season of the year
come sit with me, my precious
i’ll listen as you pour your heart to me
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on May 23, 2021 to PERSONIFICATION POEM 150 contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LAFRANCE
October is not all witches and goblins in my neck of the territory
We are dashing about, preening our tails, storing nuts and berries
Running around screeching and slapping each other
The raccoons think we are crazy, but that identifies them actually
October is not even October this year
Something is amiss
The children are not making leaf piles
We have to go farther to get our nuts
We know the cold weather is coming,
Oddly, fear and angst parade in the air now
What is happening? I ask the oaks.
They have always been the knowers of these things
Even the oaks are in the dark.
Nothing is the same.
The children are missing, hidden in houses.
The yellow buses are not coming. Something is terribly wrong.
Dear Mom and Dad, it's me, your son;
Out of my brothers, I'm the handsome one.
You've been gone for quite a while;
I'm glad you raised me when I was a child.
There are many things I want us to do,
But it just isn't the same without you.
I'll never forget what you always said:
"A still tongue keeps a wise head."
"Be wise as a serpent and harmless as a dove."
There's nothing like a parent's love.
I'll always remember your smiles and laughs
Whenever I look at your photograph.
There are some things I don't understand,
But I'll leave it in God's unchanging hand.
Mom and Dad, I'll see you again:
You're in my heart from beginning to end.
Thanks for everything that you've taught me:
Love your son, Duane, and the Crichlow family.
I wish that nightmares only happened in dreams
Or lives that were so tightly joined together, didn't burst at the seams
I wish that I could find the solution to the pain of losing a lover
Or the pain of losing a sister or brother
Condolences insult the wounds
Hurt feelings and anger has the family consumed
I wish that I could understand why a life so special could just end
How do you mend a heart shattered into remnants?
How do you heal a mother who's sweet baby is gone?
When you know that baby will never come home?
Grief has transported us to a dark place
Sadness has turned to anger and alliances break.
What could have been done to save this precious life?
In order to find the answer, we MUST survive.
The pain of losing a loved one is not temporary
We carry the pain on our sleeve
We cry deeper and harder for every tear they cant see.
It's hard being the one that's left behind
Especially when we were always side by side.
Its hard holding the burden of missing you
When I know that God must have missed you too.
How could he not?
Your smile lit up my world if not THE world
Now I hide you in my heart
The first step to healing is to start.
My Silver top hat and my Boardwalk card are missing.
This happened to my cousin.
It is only a matter of time until this gets discovered.
By the time it does it will be too late.
I am going to try to contact prissy woman
With telepathy.
Look under the couch,
Look under the couch!
Uh-0h.
Vrrrrmmmmmmmm
There goes my Boardwalk card.
I will be replaced now.
Competitive Man’s favorite
Property is Boardwalk.
Yeah we met and it started out great
We didn’t need words – we were in sync
But then something went wrong and it all came apart
That synchronisation started to fade
I thought it would be love at first sight
But I got it all wrong and then started a fight
- That I never knew how to end
Was I missing something or did I just misunderstand?
Cause every time I turned left, you would go right
I would reach out and you retracted your hand
In reality it all lasted about a second
But to my heart it was like a lifetime of heartache, confusion and disappointment
And worse of all – you never even cared
Or maybe you did? I don’t know
Never seemed like it…
I got an ugly duckling pen
that’s always
trying to write pretty sentences
My plain consonant smiles
don’t have a poetic glow beautiful
I have a missing vowel or two,
enamel thoughts in need
of a good fairy to come through
Pretty sentences
are my Glenda ... my Snow White
My beloved Bewitched
If I give my pen a little twitch —
Presto ... bingo Abracadabra!
Got my talking muse carpet flying
out of a writer’s block ditch
Pretty sentences
have such cute adjective pigtails
They can make a grown boy cry,
and make a macho man-child wail
Pretty sentences
brings out the feminine empathy,
hidden beneath the surface,
deep inside the very heart of me
Love passion that’s hot ... sin rejection that’s cold
Feelings not bought, feelings not sold
Pretty sentences found
is word treasure rarer than lost gold
Pretty sentences
always do a polite curtsy
when they come to a gracious end
Just an old-fashioned decent way
to let another shy pen
know they’ve found a new poetic friend
A beautiful rainbow swan
swimming in the same ink pond
with a quill ugly duckling
Our purpose in spring, summer, and fall,
you will recall, is essentially twofold.
After a long and restful sleep in winter, we return from ashes to beauty in spring.
With earth tones of green, we shelter you
from heat waves of the sun in the summer.
We glow in awesome colors of orange in autumn.
You will remember our shades of green, but we must go now.
Please accept our showers of ‘bright colors’; it’s our goodbye kiss.
Our season ends with a shout for your eyes only! But we cannot stay.
09152016 PS Contest, Personification of Plant, Kim Rodrigues
A living thing I was; I graced your land-
three hundred years and more, I stood with pride.
A focal point to meet with friends to stand,
or drive through intersecting roads beside
the wall that sheltered me, your age-old tree-
assumed long-standing for eternity.
The 'Heart of Balmville' often you called me;
so many grew up in my view's embrace,
and took for granted that my vision be
forever etched within this Balmville space.
Inside your small historic park, I stood
preserved for years in my dear ancient wood.
My statuesque magnificence, now gone-
your hearts are saddened, missing my great limbs.
But with my stump, may memories hold on-
while image of my leaves and branches dims.
May 'Heart of Balmville' live within your heart-
I, Balmville Tree, at last from you depart.
August 22, 2015
Premiere Contest: No 1183
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Note: "The Balmville Tree was Methuselah among trees, a gnarled
and furrowed Cottonwood that has lived four times as long as its
kind was meant to live. George Washington rode past it on the way
to his Newburgh, New York headquarters..." NY Times, 09/20/2015
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The wondrous nature of winter
The perfect delicious taste of winter
The mastermind of winter's touch
The secret I adore of the alluring beauty of
winter, like sister, I cherish.
Keeps reminding me of home:
The dry skinny wind blowing around
The sand dunes sculpturing and evolving like sound
The fresh, thin and welcoming air above
which in secret I ponder about
missing without doubt.
But it's the new home I now analyze in secret
Its impeccable measure and nature I devour
For answer and ladder to draw
I need to capture all this new creation
in secret, then share it in secret
A visitor and literature in my life
This is another special poem of mine because with it I won a poetry & short story contest in a college I went too.
Written 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind