Nature Personification Poems

Dewdrops kiss my skin
A silver coat over my shoulders, green
There's magic in every morning. 
In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earths daughters
They sway their hips,
they...

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Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking....

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12 when I wrote this, from the perspective of a mushroom.

My gills grasping at air, but the grass is not too far;
My scales glimmering stupidly...

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The Storm uttered his vengeful voice   
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his...

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I recline with my cherry tree musings…

a fountain of blossoms 
cherub cheek complected 
rise and curve from the ground 
up into a heaven and cloud...

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For you, the winter has departed 
For me, the spring has started,
Seasons began where nature parted. 

Going from north to south
on its axis through the...

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Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold.
Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant.
Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud.

A vine in Winter;
Winter...

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The tree sheds tears when 
It's leaves are shed in the glen
It feels a piece of it is ripped apart
When the fruits rot and fall...

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Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.


Green and purple blooms
are always...

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October’s voices sing to the rhythm of my soul- 
Calling me to come,
Urging me to experience anew
The bounty of her being.

She is poetry
Moved in repetition...

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I am the poet of the garden, hear my song
My petals are pages where verses belong
Rooted in the earth, yet reaching for the sky
I write...

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He knows his splendor
would be too much
to take in all at once,
and so he announces his coming
by revealing little bits of himself...

A sun drenched tree...

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There’s fire in those eyes
Flames flicker from finger tips
Her voice is forged from thunder
She has such shapely hips

She’s not quick to anger
Still you do not...

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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...

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Sugar Maple was a beautiful tree
Just as pretty as a tree can be
With a solid and straight trunk so strong
And reaching ever up with graceful...

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