Star Personification Poems | Examples
These Star Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Star. These are the best examples of Personification Star poems written by international poets.
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
I am...
quintessential optimism;
the rainbow you see
after the rain is gone.
I am...
order amid the chaos;
l reconstruct
life's crumbled foundation.
I am...
beauty in ugliness;
don't avert your eyes!
I am...
a celestial messenger,
so prick up your ears.
I'm asking you
to choose faith over fear;
things aren't as bad as they seem.
I'm asking you
to walk out on darkness,
to me, the light.
I'm asking you
to believe in dreams;
they are real and true.
I'm asking you
to look to the sky
when you're lost;
I am your North star.
David Bowie sang
a song about me;
yes, you guessed it
I am...
Starman,
but, I'm also...
guess who?
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
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
I am Sun; at the center of all, I’m your biggest star.
Night comes, and though I’m still around, my light you cannot see,
and whether you see me rise or fall depends on where you are.
I warn you: never look too long directly up at me.
When you see me sunny side up, I’ll be looking down
beaming at you, but I adore those lying on the ground,
bare skin showing. They worship me; their skin I may turn brown,
but if the sky is overcast, take care and know I’m still around.
Light and heat I gift you, but you’ll sweat the more I shine.
By many names I have gone by, for a King am I.
The ancients worshiped me. Some would make for me a shrine.
A giant in five billion years, I’ll scorch your earth and die.
I am the round, yellow ball in the daytime sky.
I have the ability to shine brightly,
Like a gold medallion, way up high.
My warmth that you feel, I offer it politely.
My golden yellow rays cover you,
And feel free to soak up lots of vitamin D.
My glowing, yellow appearance is a sight to view,
And wearing sunglasses will help you look at me!
I am often called God's morning star.
It is because of him that I exist.
And even though I am away so far,
If you look at me, you have been sun-kissed.
You’re a Flower in My Garden 3-5-24
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Daphne
Your winter child, with beguiling scent perfumes snow and rain,
I smile in January’s barrenness to herald crocus, wrens and snowdrops.
Sometimes a temperamental garden tot, don’t like wet feet,
Evergreen harbinger of bees and ladybugs and butterflies
Whispering of vernal winds in their hibernating renewal.
I watch the furry maniacs retrieve a cache of summer pine nuts
From beneath the cloak of my protection –
Spear leaves edged in yellow like wispy winter sunshine -–
Giving back a fountain of fragrance splashing from star shaped blooms.
Robed in purple royalty, decorating winter’s threadbare garden gown,
My blossoms glow through your garden’s gloom,
A jubilee of sweet incense, heaven’s winter grace, lovingly shared.
Quote-""Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon." ~ Robert Herrick
Daffodils, you brave the cold,
First to welcome the spring with whispering trumpet,
I wonder who will kiss you first, bees, hummingbird, or me.
We are two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the bondage of love here,
I can offer you to my sweetheart, or to the almighty God,
Only birds and bees can savor the sweet nectar,
Your bell smilingly offers the sweetness to one who desires.
In dawn's early light, you shine with golden heads,
You dance on slender stems in breezy, springtime splendor.
In the nighttime stars will be watching us,
and we will show them the radiant star on the ground.
My mother’s wedding gown
in my closet, whispers a tale
of love and togetherness!
the gold embroidery
all over, done intricately,
dazzles like a star-studded sky,
picturing the glitter and pomp…
telling me story of that special occasion!
I caress the gown with tender hands,
It hums a song which my mother chose
for her wedding day!
The lustrous silk rustles,
The lace murmurs softly to my touch..
I close my eyes, to listen to the
melody that silky, satiny, subtle-hued dress sing -
a song which crooned in the heart of a
ravishing bride !
Sirius knew she was the brightest star at night
But she wanted to know about daylight bright
Canis Major told her to go ahead and take a peek
They could get by without her Tuesday of the week
She did not feel a part of the constellation at all
When she rose in the day time so glorified and tall
I want to return to my night duty, she assured night sky god
he agreed with a joyful wink and a gentle nod.
Sitting on a pew
Grilling and skew
Cravings that streak
Gravy of the mountain peak.
Sauces and condiments laid
Sprinkled, dashed and said
Vegetables, meat and bread
Cooked, baked and knead.
Reserving, consuming energy from tree
Drinking, nibbling like spree.
Waiting for the next bonfire and gaze
Rollicking with charcoal, dust and blaze.
A shooting star from the night so dark
Oozing with smoke and might that spark
Writing your name in the dark board of chart
Weaving canvass in your heart of art.
I stand among many in the forest
With long arms and pine branches
Each year I grow taller just waiting
I can feel bulbs and warm lights blinking
With popcorn and berries draped all around
I will snuggle presents by my feet
Watching tiny eyes smiling and gleaming
A star will be placed upon my head
Songs will be sung with melody's
Yet, this dream is only a dream
My Christmas wish is to be with you
Filling your house with joy and laughter
As the snow covers my branches
I see Prancers and Dancers footprints
With tracks followed from Santa’s sleigh
Alone I am again in the forest
On this,
Christmas Day
I wished upon you, and you disappeared,
From the winds of heaven, you flew away my dear.
I searched through this winter night,
only to find my starlight covered in white.
You drifted down from the heavens above,
touching my face with a true love.
I captured your lips upon mine.
With a tantalizing kiss which was so divine,
take not these lips from me for that would be,
a tragedy my sweet Star, so far away from me.
Take not thy heart and give it to another,
for I wish upon you my only starlit night.
for Just one Kiss I ask of the.
Contest: Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Date Judged: 11/11/2022
Contest: The Only Star for Me
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Date Created: 11/03/2022
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Looking out my Kitchen window.
I saw a Squirrel performing single.
He flung himself like an acrobat,
and landed softly, no safety net.
I was amazed at watching him.
His death defying tricks, out on a
limb.
A high wire act he did so try.
On a Powerline, so very High.
He climbed and climbed this big
oak tree, and diappeared in disbelief.
In closing, he did a stunning dive,
and landed softly, to my surprise.
I watched his Ringling Brothers
Act perform. When he finished, I
applauded, and A Star was born.
Michael Tor
I was suffocating in the crowded conifer forest,
so, I decided once to celebrate Christmas
alone outside in the hamlet not far away.
In the fading hour of the Christmas eve
with the moondust showering tinsels on me
I walked out of the thicket on the faint track,
crossed the snow covered rolling topography.
At the thinned edge of the misty woods,
an isolated old house I found stood in decay.
Through the frosted window I saw in a cold room
a little girl trying to make a green paper tree.
I called her out to pluck from the surviving shrub
some wild flowers to decorate me,
while on me descended a star on snowflake.
Later her mother found her asleep on the floor,
the paper tree lying unfinished beside her.
I left her with her dream to dream,
that would one day come true, I knew.
May 23, 2021
Total Words : 147 (Poetry Soup Counter)
Contest : Personfication Poem 150
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger