Prayer Personification Poems

“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius
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“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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Suspended high up the tower, 
I hang out of sight.
My shiny golden brass core is hollow,
but I have a big mouth with a bell as...

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Whispering, often hushed –
	through oaks and pines,
jaded hopes, inviting – the music
of a prayer, free as light, glimpsing –

yesterday, breaking through the spirit
	intimate and buttery...

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I, Squirrel, now await the coming Spring;
as the ground thaws, my hunt for nuts begins.
To life's sweet treasures, happily, I cling;
from Spring, through Summer, Fall-...

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I found you in the market
Your eyes lit up with a glow
I sat you on the pouch
Putting on a show
With ghosts and goblins
Laughing and screaming
The...

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I heard the sea gulls as the sea roared.
A great view of the Golden Gate Bridge,
as I watched the ships flow through the Gate.
After work,...

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BROKEN CHAIN:

Isolation kept him far from normality.
And his life was really pity.
Felt his last breath was gone,
As he was fastened to perplexity. 
His personal beliefs...

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Despite my lack of radiance…
I, night sky, beckon your languishing heart 
to plead for miracles against doubt 
believing that beyond the firmament* 
God spreads to...

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She is more precious than rubies; and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her. – Proverbs 3:15 (KJV)

A golden...

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My friend Solidity and I grew up together,                 ...

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Hope is a dream, disguised as a prayer,
equipped with wings of possibilities.
Dressed in hand-me-downs, She's often threadbare,
stripped of all Her responsibilities.

She visits the hearts of...

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Dear Chicago.

Sometimes, it amazes me how a memory will flash across our minds,
and that memory will spark a prayer, a tear, or even a longing...

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You walk beside me through the streets
Forever remarking on my birds and bees
Sensing my presence, though fleeting
Hoping to know me but never reaching
Out to grasp...

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