Mystery Personification Poems

While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven
Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds
And hawthorns ,the  frost twinkles and drifts
Into winter’s  beautifully formed marquee,
tangy...

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A water colour portrait of a black swan
Arched nostrils above its yellow beak
Inside its cold eyes-hope a glint of white
Neatly folded grey progressing to black...

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An isolated silhouette grows
amongst cowering greens as
an aimless impression yonder
trace mimicking lifeless postures. 

Outlines vanish from the capture
as that raises a different outcome,
yet the instinctive...

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I am three legged,
I am balanced,
It’s a mystery,
I sit in a dim-lit room.

I bear the sage's books,
Where he scripts his thoughts,
The monsters that stare through...

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Dear Electricity.
Could you please allow me to call you Electra?
I feel it gives you more respect with a little extra.

Electra, you have been most needful...

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“Conquering Xanadu’s enigmatic beauty is heaven’s majestic reality of God’s presence.” By the poet

Call me Xanadu---
     “an idyllic, exotic
  ...

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Through layers of snow, 
	White blankets, the world
Peaceful and quiet, still as grief – abiding
I stay hidden, secreted in the darkness,
Buried beneath the dust, the...

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Here I am 
    a wind-up doll
  Now almost run down

  Wondering why
    I was so wound...

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EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties, 
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery. 
Promises become unfulfilled, 
And the expectants turn to...

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MARVELOUS JEHOVAH:

I can feel the blowing of the wind,
Yet, my eyes can't tell it's origination.
The celestial bodies keep shinning down here,
Causing a strong bright light...

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The velvet cloak is cascading, all adorned with sequin stars,
Final streaks of sky colors fading, as pearl moon gazes afar.
The queen's lately departed, from the...

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 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in...

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Here we are on that lonesome road...
Crossing the same old paths once more
Why're you out here walkin' after midnight?
Just my luck ... with fewer lives...

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Often pragmatic, quite dogmatic
  even autocratic... 

Though potentially wildly erratic
  it excels in le affaires delicately diplomatic




   ~ Dedicated to Mr....

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From here and there, I hear him speak
His voice, falling in mild whispers
But he always plays hide n’ seek
Never once I could see his countenance

At...

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