Spring 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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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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Strewn on a beach
Threads exposed
Elastic challenged by extremes
But vibrant and undefeated
For it was only Spring 
So far it had only ever known being wanted
From the...

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I spring alone with forgotten memories and shattered letters, I waltz through every landscape, I leap unendingly, sprinkling imprints of my fondness as rippled dunes...

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One fine day when sun met rain 
There was thrill on every grain 
Heaven damped the ground with kiss 
Earth rejoiced in soulful bliss 

The...

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I drive the clouds that cover the sun
and rain down on everyone.
My power grows with my intensity 
while all of nature bows before me.

I am...

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Oh, this is your beloved Snow whispering,
please, do not forsake me for that Prince Spring;
you love my snowflake caress on your cheek,
and my frozen...

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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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Your strong ebony arms hold my white transient body.
We are lovers now,
coupled in the cold night,
neither as bold without the other.

I will leave you soon,
tears...

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When the door's open, like a lady in waiting I tip my hat as she beamingly frets.
As I glimpse into the way she brings, the...

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I am a garden pansy, a descendent of the family Viola,
      poet's write praises of me not just...

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As the spring zephyr ripples in the gorgeous garden, 
I dance in the sparkling spectrum of the dulcet dawn
with the humming bees and the beguiled...

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Painting dream-scapes upon canvas of vermilion skies,
O, time! how you elevate my dawn in periwinkle sunrise,
As day’s footprints, glistening amber tapestries rise,
When rhythms of birds,...

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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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