Riddle Personification Poems | Examples
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I was there
The world started with me
I am here
I take and take
but never give back
I am loved, but hated
people watch me come and go
Some have too much of me
Or none at all
Do you know me?
Can you see me?
Do you need me?
Can you find me?
Do you want me?
Fire
I may be a deity, but I do not truly know.
The people talk about me, but have never told me so.
They gather all around me like a holy worship ring...
Staring into my illuminating depths..
I am mesmerizing.
My powers are used to nourish
and also, to protect.
I may sustain a life,
or give a fearful, painful death.
I was created with a positive
and a negative side.
The power I can lend you,
may even let you fly!
Humans will offer the most sacrifice,
In the times of bitter cold and snow.
The trinity of Light, heat, and smoke,
Follow whereever I go.
I am a light in the dark.
I am ultimate power.
I am complete destruction...
In a negligent hour.
I am zeal and passion,
Desire, and hungry heat,
You pray I am controlled
Whenever we may meet.
I am comfort and warmth,
To those tired, stressed out souls,
I am always needed
When survival is the goal.
I soften and blur rough edges,
and I keep secrets safe.
Like a thief I'll steal your treasures...
...And like magic, I erase.
I have a face
both front and rear..
see now..as I draw near
I am a door
to this year and last..
tomorrow and the past
I was a God,
some did call me..
their heavenly deity
No longer distant
close not afar..
I now begin a calendar
Holding the tail of alphabetic stream
I came to the pen of words;
Nothing was there except
The invention of uprooted sentences
Holding the root of the synthetic learning
I came to the book of the self;
None was there to greet but
The screaming of poor truth on the day sight
Climbing on the back of truth now I sip the lie
I sip on the name of knowledge;
Gist I earn chewing bitter gourd
By the gum of heart I’m to the mimicry cord
Threads of imitation decorate the trap of conceit
For the charade nous the sipping of fact fails to knit
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
06/11/2022
I'm not alive,
but indeed I grow
even more yet
as I'm fed.
I have not lungs,
but must have air
and space
for my outspread.
No mouth have I
wherefore to lie,
but I'd consume lives
with my power.
If it's me that you
would strive to subdue,
give me a cold drink
and a shower.
I am low to the ground, covered lizard, I will always be
I am not easy to catch, even more difficult to see.
I have not been around for ages, this pun thanks to ice.
If I do say so, and I do, my rounded back is very nice.
Forensic experts spent many years wiring bones to see
What I looked like when I was alive, for the ice age truly scattered me.
My tail was my weapon, a mighty blade, tipped with big spikes.
Other dinosaurs stayed away from me and my vicious cousin, Tykes.
My favorite foods were brad-berry bushes, and lawns-cloth grass,
Bushes as extinct as me, probably unknown as the Ice Age came up fast!
We did not have TV, we did not have a car, but we had a terrific life.
Spoiler alert to this riddle now, a sweet stegosaurus was my wife.
I slither and climb amogst the highest of canopy
Winding, circling, selfishly stalking all heights for him
A slender, lascivious woman searching for a vee
Strangling my host, endangering its very life and limb
My rough shedding skin leaves all, top to bottom, enrobed
My teethy scales of greenery are heart shaped and lobed
Pursued by many, my wild grapes make the best homemade wine
Not only on riverbanks as my common name would imply
Most of the forest is littered with my dark hanging vine
I must forewarn all, for me to live, other plants will die
9/17/17
Deep in a dark cavern,
where dove morphs to raven
and flawless white it flaunts,
sullied in grim darkness
in that cave's chest,
i swell from a deep well
the source cursed,
not chilled bergs,
not gaping clouds
nay! not even a dancin' fount'
and on kissing an ebony lash,
dissipates damp
drenching the rest,
down i roll
on the gleaming hide,
burnin' in anguish's flames
not a dew on crimson petal,
nay! not even a surging vapour
and deep in pale furrow,
i flow,carrying all gloom
not a narrow creek,
not the turbid rivulet
nay! not even a brook
so i fall down,times maroon,
in days of forlorn
no thirsty land quench,
no mighty ocean feeds
nay! not fills even a poor pit
and the land remains barren,
no foliage, no seed sprouts
take no pain,
nay! not a sprinkle to kill the drought
i rise from cocktail of
despair and melancholy
a salty lemonade of
fresh wound and aged agony
the rage boils up,
sadness tames into a drop
and i arise charring my source,
swollen and drinking sorrows
soaking linen,
filling the wool
or at best a soft pillow
yes,you know me dear,
i'm a drop of tear!
Down the steep mountains and into the slopes,
Darting divine etched twixt duration and existence,
There run the graceful gazelles and fiery antelopes,
Until their breath retreat watching other presence.
Wildebeests rushes by ceasing the opportunity to gain,
Nature’s bare feet turning brown sand on the beach,
Big pebbles not indelibly seen as the smallest sandy grain
Leaving the prints in the ambiance of moments they reach.
On naturally crafted street hides the African talisman,
An indivisible Art where halo glows from a graceful arch,
Sheen shine covering emblem moonlight glowing skin,
Fears not the forces of evil camouflage on parade march.
Lucky charm, African talisman within the veil well-armed
Beyond this man is a distinctive phenomenal spirit,
Striding out against human endurance already formed
From the bloodline history, ancestral traits inherit.
We of mortal multitude find ways to survive and strive,
Sometimes the heart run, walk and mingle in the crowd,
A silent portrait shroud the pride unfolding in the Hythe,
The future is bright but the course takes a grim road.
Dark and foreboding, I float upon a wave; the life I touch most often dies.
Some from the poison in each kiss I gave; my burning fumes can blind their eyes.
Others I seek out with viscous tendrils; suffocate, smother, I steal their breath,
Pour sticky darkness into their gills; wash them ashore on a sea of death.
On Pelicans, otters and seals I prey; hold them tight in my tarry embrace,
On nearby beaches by the thousands they lay; shivering, wretched in their dying place.
If you light me on fire, toxic smoke fills the sky; now let me ask you, what am I?
Once a time that was so dark
Came a stream upon it, there was an ark
Animals were on but only one
His name they called son
A cat I said I know I saw
So tiny to me though I am tall
He came to be little
O but did he play with a fiddle
Here and there
Soon it's everywhere
We heard his song
Upon the waters of the pond
He smiled, it was such a riddle
He played songs of his fiddle
Now he is known
As the cat with a fiddle
Who Art Thou?
Thou carriest me to distant clime, to Egypt in my mind.
I’m Cleopatra, naked. In thy folds, I solace find.
Thou art gentle, like sweet Antony. With body splayed, I lie
Upon thee in a valley, and above us is blue sky.
Those times, I come to visit thee with arms outstretched, for peace.
Other times, with steady strokes, I find in thee release.
Thou holdest me though I cut thee; thou art soothing like a balm.
I love thee when thou art able to flow, clear and calm.
At times, thou canst rage. On those days, I've no need of thee,
But other times I move within thee, working mightily.
And when my body’s spent, I leave thee for a while
Until I see thee next, and thou wilt be for me, my Nile.
This is a Thing!
A riddle poem for you, Rob