Song Personification Poems

Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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“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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Quote By Poet "A pen must write because they love to write." 

My imagination and creativity,
is spewing ink all over the desk.
Here I sit waiting...

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Grandma knitted me and my brother,
he is blue and I am pink.
We fit snug in Sally's shoes, 
off to school or to play we go.
Each...

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On waves I swept from clouds of grey
to make once tranquil bliss astir -
together, we would join the fray -
a tumult tango beckoned her.

Fandango spin...

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I will roar,
I am not a bore.
My loud sound may put you on the floor,
or hiding behind a door.
They tell children I am angels bowling,
no...

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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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Sunflower

I am a sunflower, tall and proud, standing tall in your garden,
My petals are bright yellow, like the sun shining above,
My stem is strong and...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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Within Eudaimonia's warm embrace,
Where virtues blossom, joy finds its space.
Theoria's gaze, a piercing ray,
Unveils hidden truths that guide our way.

On virtue's path, we strive to...

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In the meadows of contentment, where sunshine did reside,
A smile, a gentle brook, with laughter as its tide.
Sparkling, and clear, it danced and flowed, a...

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From cooing babe to the seasoned tongue,
I've tasted life, a vibrant song.
Sweetness on fire, bitter sting,
Each flavour etched, a fleeting spring.

A dancer dark, a muscle's...

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Upon their granite, sculpted brows,
A chiffon ballet swirls and bows.
Cloud-scarves drape, light as a sigh,
Where mountains, aged and stoic, lie.

Feathers of heaven, soft and white,
Escape...

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Beneath the shapeless sky of blue
In the valley lacking a hue
Was an isolated thin pond 
Where birds sang their short song to bond

In the midst...

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After the chill, I return from the wild to the thicket to fly 
as the migratory songbird of the season so charming,
in the rippling crispy...

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