Moon Personification Poems | Examples
These Moon Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Personification Moon poems written by international poets.
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Tipping the light with curves arched
and flowing with rain,
she mounts her tinseled limbs
on summertime's crest--
The trees, seeds, and flame
in her eyes lightly open
the fingertips of near August.
Quick to beat on belly drums,
her shadow trance melts
the liquid stars in one tender rush...
How unbridled and young is she,
holding the skirt that lifts into a dance
of raw abandon: the moon hangs
like a harp strutting a rhumba that drifts
on gloss of her arms:
And if every detail of silk on her derriere
can be sewn in weaves fondling her shade ,
this she shall bring too...
In a summer of July's reckless abandon.
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The mulberry trees are,
awaking with new life.
I am feeling my new green leaves,
coming from my many branches.
Spring is here,
showing off her beauty.
What do I see,
a butterfly house?
It is tucked beneath my many branches,
hidden in my new green leaves.
Colorful butterflies now appear,
dressed in their finest colorful wings.
As I watch I see,
beautiful butterflies dance from flower to flower.
Oh how I wish,
wish I could dance with them.
My branches waves in the cool breeze,
guess this is the only dancing I can do.
I watch them dance,
by the day's bright sun.
Then by the night's dark sky,
as the diamond stars and full moon appear.
I am blessed to be called home,
for I am one of the many mulberry tress.
• Up goes the Sun
• Down goes the Moon
• Their relationship is one of longing
• But they'll see each other soon
Moon
was there
(slender girl,
backlit by stars?)
when Sun, languishing
atop the sea,
seduced the
zaftig
Earth
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 away at Her approaching homing,
slowly shedding His cloak as Luminary.
She reigns all through the darkened and leaden night
until stubborn Sun returns, anew and bright.
I am persecuted
with no compassion,
here, there and everywhere,
I have no home anymore.
Wherever I go I'm a nuisance,
I just try to find my way
here, where all the beings
belong to.
You, humans are taken
all my habitats,
my everything from a breath.
I am the bad when I take
food for surviving,
but you are a hero killing
just for fun.
I am the Iberian wolf,
the one doesn't feel
like howling to the moon.
A murderer under
the farmers' eyes,
a fighter in the woods
without life.
Easy to blame me
for all the disasters
made by yourselves.
Hunt me until I'm extinct,
after all, I have not much
left to fight for.
Something, dear human,
we have in common,
fights and wars
for survival in lands
without respect, nor principles.
Kill me with your reasons,
you have the best guns,
I will kill your sheep,
I only have fangs.
Endanger I am,
so you will be,
a common life
we have to howl for.
Sunflower
I am a sunflower, tall and proud, standing tall in your garden,
My petals are bright yellow, like the sun shining above,
My stem is strong and sturdy, with leaves that dance in the breeze,
I stand tall and tall, with my head held high.
The birds sing sweetly as they flit about my petals, drinking in my nectar,
The bees buzz around me, collecting pollen from my stamen,
The butterflies alight on my petals, their wings fluttering with delight,
Even the chipmunks gather near me, scurrying about my base.
As I stand in the garden; I see the other flowers around me,
There are roses, with their delicate petals and intoxicating fragrance,
There are tulips, tall and stately, their colors bright and bold,
And there are daffodils, with their cheery yellow blooms and tall, graceful stems.
As the night deepens, a moon shines bright,
The flowers all sleep, as the crickets chirp their song,
But I remain awake, a sentinel of the night,
I watch over the garden, as the hours tick by and as the dawn breaks, I greet the day anew.
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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
Relaxed and warm I'm feeling
under this warm blanket,
I can sleep out from the cold.
Sometimes I wonder
if others are so lucky,
I guess many don't,
then I get upset about my luck.
A hurting winter is here.
I wish it didn't hurt so much
for the ones that don't have a blanket to sleep under.
I wish the snow fell everywhere to fill dry fountains,
to keep happy every child
making angels on the snow.
Lara I am, a humble dog
with big wishes in these difficoult times.
I don't play a balalaika,
but I can play the sound
of every mind when is knocked down or when is above the moon.
I am Lara, a dog that feels
every second of your life,
I am the one that I am,
always there for you.
So oft I see the moon at night
And wait until the time is right
To swoop and catch a bat in flight
So that I can have a midnight bite
Although, I'm wise and very old
I see at night with eyes of gold
On Halloween my face gets bold
And spooky tales of me are told
By mornings sun I'm full and fat
From last night's meal, that tasty bat
And for breakfast I ate a large black rat
That I had stolen from a large black cat
So now I'll tuck my face that glows
And hide my yellow beak-like nose
Because the sun came up, and I suppose
I'll hoot and hoot and then I'll dose
The Night beguiles and bewitches me
as shadow deepen and lengthen
The moon shyly peeps out at me
then bursts out in splendid stateliness.
Now clouds drift across its beaming face
causing shadows to change their shape
I see first a unicorn dancing in the night
Followed by a trio of old haggard witches.
The night sure belong to unworldly things
goblins, elves, pixies hobnob in its darkness
and shadows leap and dance in moonlight
rays of gold, silver and blood deep reds.
Soon. too soon the night will give way
and all the secrets hidden by darkness
will slip away and leave me wondering
were they ever displayed in the darkness?
The color BLUE looked at the open sky and said,
"I'm okay with others, but you were made for me".
The color BROWN observed all around and commented,
"What remains of the water and greenery is meant for me.
You find me on the ground you walk on; the mountains you climb".
In addition, she said, "I am she who paints the foliage of Fall".
Striped from trees in the heart of Winter and cold as ice,
the color of GREEN uttered passionately, "Yes, I went away,
but I am still breathing, and come next Spring you shall clearly
see me arise and shine, convincing all that indeed, I am alive".
Lastly, the color ORANGE stood erect and demanded an audience.
She said, "Forget me not, for I am locked into the sun and moon.
Have you ever stared at my effect upon a rainbow in the watery canopy?
And my sunset hues are overwhelming enough to take one's breath away".
I am filled with life-giving properties.
Without these minerals, life would not exist.
I am a natural depository for gold and silver.
I am hard; I am soft; I am rough; I am smooth.
I am continents, oceans, seas, rivers, and lakes.
I am hot; I am cold; I am old; I am EARTH.
Like humans, I consist of many parts, but
The most visible components are land and water.
The moon revolves around me, and if the moon
were closer to me, I would freeze.
I revolve around the sun, and if I were
closer to the sun, I would burn up.
I am not complete without WATER.
Actually, I consist mostly of WATER.
I and WATER have learned to get along.
Like humans, we must live together or die apart.
When humans drop a seed or plant inside of me,
If they are to live, grow, and thrive, I call upon WATER
to help me. Otherwise, both the plant and seed would die.
I am a strong force with resting periods every twelve hours.
I can be ferocious and loud as thunder as I express my powers.
Waves carry my weight as I ebb and flow and tickle the sands,
and deliver magical sea treasures gathered by many hands.
The moon watches over me and controls my moods,
relaxes me into a sleepy rhythm of calming interludes.
The sun gently warms my salty spray along the shore,
as I build momentum, I soon rise and crash some more.
I have no control to slow my speed and can cause danger.
Swimmers need to take heed and not try to wager.
I cannot stop my desire to ebb and flow and rise,
enjoying my beauty from a distance is always wise.
The garden haunts me with tales of terror
whispers the last sighs of wilting flowers
chills me with its predatory silence
torments me with its unheard shrieks
beauty edged with talons, thorns and stingers
innocence complicit in its evil
as hunter’s dance the hunted’s last duet
beneath the blood-stained moon of nature’s nest.
And yet, soft sun will rise as will the trill
of shadows slowly fleeing ‘neath their roots
for the moment now is all that matters
as daylight’s demons masquerade as couth
The garden is the stage and not the play
Its curtain call an avant-garde display.