Morning Personification Poems
These Morning Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Morning. These are the best examples of Personification Morning poems written by international poets.
Once, I grew in a garden,
Praise Him Through the Storm
beautiful, blessing, creation, flower,
Slowly and silently, keeping time with the raindrops
I open my petals to whisper a soft, sweet melody
Of insight into the Creator’s inspiration for my purity
dark, imagery, light, magic,
I am the dependable North Star,
Star In The Night Sky
blue, fire, morning, night,
On the backdrop of a dark blue night sky, ...
Good Morning Dewdrop
day, flower, happiness, inspiration,
I whisper a touch of mystery
Across your expectant skin
Causing you to smile within
Reflecting on nightly dreams
I caress your eyes with hues
Of gold, amber and hazy...
His slow beating heart marches into her mind,
Grips onto her thoughts and dreams,
Drags her out into the open,
Exposing everything she believes,
And there's nought she can...
beautiful, image, morning,
Ever these gifts from Eos of dawn,
Her mornings gently purling with ray’s early luster
To herald new sunrise, a jasper flare--
Robed in ornate...
I Am A Goddess
I am a goddess, sometimes arriving
with gusty winds blowing.
It’s always in March; those who await me
always are knowing
shortly thereafter, seeds that are planted
will surely be...
My Owner's Garden
appreciation, cat, garden,
My owner has a beautiful garden out back in my yard
I can’t wait to run out there to play and stand guard
My whiskers tickle with...
You frightening firmly plaza
The city well known threatening monster
The known high cost selling plaza
The cry of the poor masses,
You subject them to...
She died alone
anti bullying, anxiety, dark,
3 am in the morning..
too busy Wiping
blood off the marble floor...
tried putting myself to sleep
Listening to some happy songs...
But that moment my heart broke
autumn, blessing, change, goodbye,
One more golden morning –
One more silver night –
Tiny child born
Of my desire
To encourage a new life;
Watch with me the amber moon
11th grade, earth day,
The last of four acorns sprouts in the pot;
is he afraid of the cold air outside?
Others around him are gaining in height
while he shows strong...
Sun and Moon Wistfully Watch
Sun wistfully watched moon
Envying his calm departure
As he oozed beyond the horizon without a glance
Waiting an extra second, Sun admired his backside,
Before she slid...
Veins of a Bonfire
and for our fifth anniversary, wood;
at that age love’s roots are hopeful, flexible,
damp: feeling fresh earth with fingers
stretching and toes padding. A landscape found.