Rain Personification Poems | Examples
These Rain Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Rain. These are the best examples of Personification Rain poems written by international poets.
Rain danced upon the street
it created puddles on low areas
it started to with slow rhythm
and began to hum strongly
the trees began to sway
swinging side to side
two and fro
heavy laden leaves
hung their heads low
as the rain let up
crystal tears hit the ground
disappearing in the ground below.
"Flowers are kissed by the rain as they get a bath." By Poet
Today I kissed the rain,
said one flower to the other.
Oh look,
the storm is letting up,
now we will be spellbound by sunlight.
This day is all most over,
But to be your Moon,
must I wane?
Did you know,
the night holds many secrets?
Watch out for Mr. Poison Ivy.
He says,
I am a dangerous dream.
Rain, old friend, I hear you gathering in the dark.
Come—my leaves are thirsty for your silver touch.
I have waited through the long hush of heat,
roots dreaming of your cool, wandering footsteps.
Let your voice fall through my branches,
let your fingers drum softly on my moss-green skin.
Every drop you bring wakes something sleeping in me—
the ferns uncurl, the soil breathes, the shadows brighten.
Stay awhile, Rain.
The world feels more like itself when you return.
A howling rain that blotch upon my skin,
autumn rambler through that tangled leaf maze,
I am the deathly veined nightmare tomb,
whose dance macabre ghost ridden blight,
a morose bell toll clatter eardrum jinx,
blank ink bead choker voodoo last curtain,
light fusing blind host to nonexistence,
undertaker’s tool in morbid trade
Autumn leaves were falling
in red, orange, gold and yellow,
as I strolled a cemetery quiet.
Until I heard whispers and moans.
Hello, where are you? Can I be of help?
I am in the crypt and cannot get out !
Trees were shedding gold and rain was falling.
Are you dead? Yes, and my door out is locked !
I am a sapling, a young tree
sun and rain both nurture me
As I grow, my trunk gets strong
my branches spread, wide and long
Twigs and leaves will soon appear
oxygen enters the atmosphere…
Come Autumn, my leaves float down
brightening lawns and barren ground
My roots probe deep into the earth
nutrients absorbed for Spring’s rebirth
I am a coconut tree swaying in the breeze,
here in the warm sand I will never freeze.
My big coconuts you cannot squeeze,
but you can add my juice to your teas.
I am loved by the big yellow bees,
bees also love to use water skis.
On this island of coconut trees,
I watch the visitors eating fruits with cheese.
The young men love to climb me to look at the seas,
saying no rain please.
As a young Oak-Ent, I wander wild and carefree.
Unbound by roots, I'm a joyful, happy tree.
The wind blows through my lichen beard.
The rain keeps my eyes open wide, and cleared.
I'm a rolling stone with moss for hair.
My limbs glistening with dew in the air.
Yet time will come when I'm too root bound.
To dance while carrying my heavy pot around.
I'll find a clearing in the forest crown.
Where I can set my roots, and settle down.
I wish I was the wind
ruffling oak leaves
wafting through a verdant meadow
traveling through the night air
gently kissing the tips of grasses
the lightest of songs
a whispering wisp
refreshing in the rain
rejuvenating the earth as I pass by
POTD
Tipping the light with curves arched
and flowing with rain,
she mounts her tinseled limbs
on summertime's crest--
The trees, seeds, and flame
in her eyes lightly open
the fingertips of near August.
Quick to beat on belly drums,
her shadow trance melts
the liquid stars in one tender rush...
How unbridled and young is she,
holding the skirt that lifts into a dance
of raw abandon: the moon hangs
like a harp strutting a rhumba that drifts
on gloss of her arms:
And if every detail of silk on her derriere
can be sewn in weaves fondling her shade ,
this she shall bring too...
In a summer of July's reckless abandon.
First place~
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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
I love to sit and watch the clouds,
as they dance across the big blue sky.
If I watch and wait what will I see,
animals like a zoo walking by.
One day I ask a big bright white cloud,
where are you going?
I was shocked when it answered back,
off to play it replied to me.
I did not know clouds could talk,
then I heard back-as a rule we don't.
I asked-how can pretty clouds rain down?
We get sad from traveling over the world,
when we have had enough then we rain tears down.
In the palm of nightforest and rain
I leave imprints on sands ,
my flesh baked by the elements --my nipples and breasts darting towards the sky in full radiance of an alchemy,
where this womb in pure sheen becomes a cradle for ancient offerings:
tangle of thistle and roots sprawl on my bodice , glossed skin rubbed, flamed then offered to gods like mute lamb...
Slipping into this inner glow, I hear again men's whisper of my divine power
hidden within these molden eyes, fierce as sea glass , an amulet designed by Spirit,
my berry lips seemingly chanting of miracles,
of treasures untold...
I lay still among sandbeds and wait,
if chieftains and men would ever know
my heritage comes only from broken refuse of littered stones.
She’s dainty and pretty in pink and purple
Modeling her ruffled dress and her fuchsia hat
As her long and slender legs dance in the wind
She’s intoxicatingly beautiful and enchanting
Wild bees seductively buzz all around her
Waiting to taste her dewy petals and nectar
A hummingbird stops and sips in her beauty
The wind picks up as her ruffles sway all around
A light rain quenches her in a cool misty dew
Her whimsy’s short lived as she soon drops off
I am the mountain that stands still in the sky,
casting away doubt to all questions why
I stand with strength, the same you are granted
Sharing the beauty of trees that are planted
I do not move with strong wind or fall with rain
I am a symbol to show that all can sustain
I reach high through clouds, to be seen from afar
Always a reminder that you can shine like a star
I change colors with foliage and highlight each season
I provide various scenery to you for a reason
I am the mountain with peace, the birds fly to
I am the calm stillness, that is deep within you
Refreshing Rain sits beside Withering Rose
inquiring if He might settle around Her.
She gladly accepts the offer He bestows,
a more precious blessing She could not prefer.
She felt the nourishment from petals to toes,
grateful to Him for His gift of life transfer.
Sometimes we need a little help from our friends
for gracious compassion and kindness it lends.