Muse Personification Poems

I am nature,
soul of a mountain,
buried under a billion snowflakes.

I float like butterflies,
from petal to petal.
As cinereal clouds clear,
under a glistening sunrise,
I illuminate like a...

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Dusty Dreams

I lay here on the desk pondering my worth
nearby stark white pages slowly yellow.
I am but an instrument to fulfill their need
yet stoic in...

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Personification is my favorite poem to write.
I can fly to my nest and feed my eaglets, 
or I can scare humans to death with my...

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I only tell of sunny hours while expemplifying gardens in full bloom
a magnet for songing birds that flute and flit  I am none other...

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Born in violence and fire
She is nothing but death
Cold
Barren

Yet....

She is the muse of muses
The poetry of silence 
The song of the night

She is a hypnotist
Seducing...

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Once upon a time,
a frustrated poet that had not written for a while,
turned towards the heavens and at the top of his voice cried:


" Why...

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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...

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 You quickly lift me up,
 When I am feeling down.
 You Truly make me feel alive!
 Oh how I love your sound!

When my thoughts...

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Tongues of my temptress fire lick, 
arousing your ardent artistic desire,
if you dare, imagine me — the intensity
capture me, take your chance;
I’ll love you, leave...

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Tremulous soil plays host to fleeing frightened fauna as
cacophonic outpourings shatter my serenity.

Whilst my delicate limbs shake in symphonic sympathy,
spluttering engines of destruction belch caustic...

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Stranger: "Who are you?"

Poet: "I am a poet!"

S.:"Where do you get your ideas from?"

P.:"From the Muse of course."

S.: "Is Muse a friend of yours?"

P.: "I...

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 I can soothe like a lullaby
  with a soft melody
 I can tickle your feet
   If that is your fancy
 I...

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Wondering Moon

Slowly winking
as I saunter amid the stars
I wonder
are you watching me,
keeping tabs
on my cat-like grin.

Sun bathing
above your darkness
I reflect
on your days,
dim the lights
so that...

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A weary sky settles 
low on a bed of soft sand,
eyes closing, 
and drifts in dreams 
of agile hands –
hands birthed from  
crystal clouds,...

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Like a mother of many faces 
Many countenances 
Changing through the ages
What is written is important but more important is the yet unfilled pages

Her hands...

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Life is a bastard son, prodding the fertile horizon
poking into places tender, tearing the expanse of dawn
he taunts, rude and bellicose, so full of himself
spewing...

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my ideal
just an embryo
inside my head
growing with anticipation
where my heart is lead

 a small thing 
 but a start
 a tower of babel built on
...

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