Motivation Personification Poems | Examples
These Motivation Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Motivation. These are the best examples of Personification Motivation poems written by international poets.
Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle ,
gradually drawing miles in the middle .
Leading to unnecessary battle ,
solving it can only settle .
The two become quiet ,
one the eyes clues there's a fight.
Breaking close relations ,
all over the nations .
~ Avantika
Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle ,
gradually drawing miles in the middle .
Leading to unnecessary battle ,
solving it can only settle .
The two become quiet ,
one the eyes clues there's a fight.
Breaking close relations ,
all over the nations .
~ Avantika
Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Backwards Sideways Rolling along
My Voices Remember Odd defiant now
They Mix it up and Flesh it out nice
It Kicks
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Front toward Right under All the way
My Voices harden Voices strong Pushing
They Grab on and Hold tight Straight up
It’s Solid
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
FARE-THEE-WELL TO RACISM:
I was really discredited in my own state,
However my lips don't annihilates.
Merely I lost my sentiment,
When I was treated with contempt.
Maybe you don't really understand this.
But anytime you also receive a diss,
You retaliate based on your feelings,
And you see it to be your healing.
Yet,what's wrong when my eyes speaks,
After you've made my heart bleed?
Is it wrong for me respecting you,
As an imperfect fellow human,
Or should I treat you like a pretty fool,
For you to say I'm very inhumane?
Frankly,unity is the beautiful clue,
That my heart beat for...as a truelove,
Only to make the world a fine place,
For us to have one big divine faith.
A divine faith to eradicate hatred,
The hatred that turns us into aliens.
Aliens that love and promote racism.
Which breeds wars and favoritism,
Through competitions and religions,
That lacks values and core reasons.
Is it wrong for my cutis being black,
And yours being white?
If No,why are we shedding blood,
In this unnecessary multiracial fight?
Please the world needs to stand as one,
To achieve the peace that we aspire.
I am your shoulder
I am your comfortable shoulder
Your pillow to rest you’re head on
Yes, ooh yes, come to rest
You are welcome to cry
You are welcome to sneeze
You are welcome to let go
You are not crazy
Surrender your exhaustion off
Let the fatigue disappeared
Refresh up, your earn it
I am your shoulder, your comforter.
Lurking just beneath the surface
I bubble up when you most need me
You'd love to think I'm worthless
Then you're glad there's what to feed me
I assume the shape of motivation
When you need to be ambitious
Though I can make you shake all over
Thanks to me, you realize your wishes
Without me you'd never make it
Through life's thorns and brambles
I'm there to push you when you need
To take big risks and gambles
Please welcome me when I appear
Perhaps by now it's crystal-clear
~ My name is fear
Fear is my unspoken words
Emotions linger in my mind
like free flying birds
but still my life is sad!
Unspoken words remain Undefeated
Just as the sky remains seated
As my heart beats
Tears and Fear pour heavily
The only taste i have is that of mucus
Running from my nose
Why My people are more concerned with frequent blackouts!
A question to be ,does our lives matter?
Evil people have put a price on my body
Making me the most haunted persons of my era
A few people are there to fight with me
A question to be,
Are they rangers trying to control pouching?
But still my life is sad!
A question to be does our lives matter?
Nalakwanji Malawi?
Namibia is a beautiful extravagant nation
Home to the largest cheetah Population
Thanks to the cheetah conservation
A non profitable organization
Funded by a public donation
Our sole purpose is education
Research and wildlife protection
The aim is to uplift a generation
And lead them in a direction
Where they start looking at wildlife with a
different perception
This will take innovation
Hard work and dedication
To keep our objectives in motion
And slowly but surely achieve our mission
With pride , teamwork and passion
Being part of the cheetah conservation
You become a key solution
A daily motivation
And a life time inspiration
My personal suggestion
Is less talk more action
Improving communication
Spreading wildlife information
And finding the best accomodation
For cheetahs in any location
For those that contribute to our Vision
With sincere respect and appreciation
Thank you for your contribution
Nightmares of the potential I wasted haunt me at night.
Repeats of the old me cut deeper than a sword.
And when I ask for help, I often get ignored.
If I speak on my true feelings, I'll be told that I'm too sensitive
No, everyone is too dismissive
While I feel casted into a pit of anger.
no one to vent to so my emotions are spilling over.
I can never get it right, its like either im over or im under
I'm too smart to realize how dumb I am
I lack the ability to find the motivation to uplift myself
because everytime someone else has a problem
I forget myself
I dismiss myself
But when im lying in my bed on my face crying
All I got is myself.
My Mother My Weapon
I use my mother's tips
to protect my lips
from snakes
who promise me
heaven and earth
and yet hurt me daily
causing tears
with nights restless
now I am at peace
since I use
my Mother's words
to secure
my body
thanks to my Mother
whose sentences are kept
she is
My Mother My Weapon.
Drencho POET Loads
There you are Green and tall
Waving your leafy hands cheerfully,
Every new leaf gives me hope,
Flowers are your innocent smile,
Sometimes i think you feel for me
when you shed your leaves,
i stay mesmerised when you play
with the birds swingging here and there with wind
Even with few up and down ( shedding and growing)
you stand still with pride infront of me.
Mystery tears up the planks,hear,hear,its the beating of hideous heart.While i Pondered weak and weary.Like taking the beak of the raven out of my heart.
From a place u will not see,comes a sound u will not hear.just like a flash of light Which understanding can not fathom,from the depths flows words which an Avenue emotion is channeled.It speaks always.....
Ahoy!images simmering thru from the depths to the facade parts where its taken As means of communication like a puzzle remains unsolved,unbroken.
Heart of a poet,reservoir of wisdom,easy and steady words are slaves to it.
A voiceless voice it triumphs thru ages listening as wisdom echoes from Mountaintops inspiring the it, ready to bear.Soothes the weary heart and a Tool of discord it stirs up rift like two edged sword.
The heart of the poet is the keeper of thoughts that never dies.
Buzzing loudly,
Is that coming from me?
Dust and filth in my shade,
Slightly cracked, was this how I was made?
My light yellowed and dim,
The chances of me getting a new light bulb are slim.
But I've been here for so long,
Everywhere else feels wrong.
I was once told the sky was the limit
Then I learned of the footprints on the moon
I distanced my steps, imagined and then committed
I danced to the rhythm of my own tune
I Am Success
If you should ever see me cry, it is not because I am
Weak...it is because my eyelids are heavy from holding in all
The pain in me...I have eyes to see the things I am supposed to
see...Jesus died on a cross...the tears he weep was for
me...I have the strength of all the king men!...and that
alone makes me a STRONG WOMAN! I have a gift that was given to me, and that is my passion for writing. My inspiration that burns inside of me...I write from my heart and from the things I have seen, therefore my wisdom made me the woman I am now, and many before me...my life path has been written out for me...and that's my motivation that guides me.