Stress Personification Poems | Examples
These Stress Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Stress. These are the best examples of Personification Stress poems written by international poets.
I've just given birth to my calf,
My cute little baby giraffe.
He fell to the ground
With a gushing sound;
Nearby were on-lookers and staff.
I must say that I'm very proud!
So giddy, I could laugh aloud.
To see how he tries
A plan to soon rise-
With trying, then falling, he plowed!
Half-hour had gone by, then success,
The clapping applauded his stress.
So wobbly, but fine-
A great thumbs-up sign!
My calf, I bent down to caress.
The humans who cheered at the zoo
For my baby boy who came through
So quickly to stand-
From this- are they banned?
Not standing for months is cuckoo!
Dear Heart.
Sometimes you get attacked and keep on ticking.
At times, you take abuse and keep on kicking.
Sometimes we eat wrongly and never seem to learn.
This often causes you to get sick with heartburn.
Sometimes diseases develop and cause you to stall.
Without you, mortals would have no life at all.
Some time ago, I learned that for most of us, between
60 and 100 beats per minute were normal. Nearly 8 years ago,
my heartbeats were irregular and my heart rate was under 40bpm.
A pacemaker was installed inside my chest to assist you in
keeping me alive.
Since that procedure, you have enabled me to thrive.
I am learning to relax and decrease stress. I am learning
to take naps and get more rest. I am sure that you work harder
than a worker bee. Today, I just wanted to take the time to say
Thank you, Heart, for working so hard for me.
012823PStest, Dear Heart Poetry Contest. Mystic Rose Rose. 2p
There is a fountain in our city square
It gives the place a little added flair
What makes it special is it's magic powers
It's good at changing minutes into hours
It also gives the best rate of exchange
There you can buy a wish for pocket change
By day, the children buy their fairy tales
By night, it puts the wind in dreamers' sails
It has the power to pull tourists in
I've seen it change a frown into a grin
Another power is relieving stress
By leaving goose bumps with it's cool caress
Yet even knowing wishes can't be bought
Folks toss their coins without a second thought
A penny for a wish, it just sounds fair
Perhaps they feel the magic in the air.
by Daniel Turner
Magnificent four-portal machine
I undulate and pulsate on-screen
Distribute you life completely for free
As long as you take good care of me
Smoke and stress I find hard to redress
Specially when you indulge to excess
In the 'good life' of cigarettes and booze
For now you win; in the long run you lose
It's no discussion or debate
Same energy I receive I reciprocate
I can no longer allow them to contaminate
Or simply just manipulate
My life,family and estate
They key is to isolate
Eat,sleep and hydrate
And continue ignoring the hate
A small speck of pureness
drips upon my smouldering heat
a white towel drops
and euphoric moans erupt
I'm a steamy mess
encircling every inch
of your elegance
release upon me
as I delve into
your delicate pores
close your eyes and breathe me in
I'm your refreshing relaxant
expelling stress
I caress and address
your pressing needs
one more sip
and I'll hold you in my path
discovered in stones
where worries disrobe
My Wifi
Has become my own-only wife
No stress no strife
It gives me life
Makes me right
All day and all night
My poetry is becoming bright.
Drencho POET Loads
Loaded mind
with caotic thoughts
there is no 'satis'
like an overloaded bus
packed
like a little nest
crowded with birds
big birds
noisy
uninterested sound
uncomforting zone
windy
cold
heat-hot like a burning gold
no rest
unfree
tranquility's absence
quest for peace
lack of bliss
like disturbed bees
up and down
hopeless time
internal crime.
Drencho POET Loads
Friends and Enemies Have Gone, My Only Companion is Darkness
I feel like a big waste
something with no taste
alone
so lonely
left
like a broken cup with no use
I am nobody's beloved
nor a friend
of any soul
I am left alone in the dark here
fear
tear
all over my paining body
no food
nothing good
life is rude
I wonder who said I am this
bad
I wonder who said I deserve to be sad
all ignore me
all ignore my voice
leaving me without choice
since birth I do not even rejoice
but suffer now and again
like a street kid's pain
feeling like insane
on a wrong lane
heavy
is
my
life
at
this
moment
but I believe
that help I'll receive
until happiness of life to live.
Drencho POET Loads
Death is Not Dead
immediately after birth
begins journey towards death
death is not dead
at birth we are glad
but later we are sad
when tears shed
bad news heard
pain and stress add
feeling totally mad
eyes turn to be red
life is really weird
for death is not dead
Drencho POET Loads
i know nothing about limits but i've had as much as i can take
a wont resolve to stay afloat does not a sailor make
the mist off lake perception invokes an ever daily rain
that flows into misconceptions of my ever growing pain
a wanton need to stress the ice and a due desire to sink
sends me out into the firing line to find a quiet place to think
i so badly need a better way to find a better way
because it's changed the way i think and it's changed the things i say
i haven't always seen the trains that have caught me on the tracks
and i haven't always seen the difference between illusion and the facts
that's why i don't like much of what i see and i'm afraid of what i feel
the horsemen hunt me every night and they couldn't be more real
it's clear the shadows in the smoke aren't quite done with me just yet
and my dreams will remain as memories that they see i don't forget
i've found penance in perdition a way to pound my weary head
every run amongst the wolves could find me howling or find me dead
Frizzy and misshapen,
I drag my curls out of bed,
to have the mirror brief me on their current visual.
Every day something new.
Frizzy days attack.
The hair tie is my weapon of choice.
Mane secured safely away from my face,
ready for fast paced adventure.
Tightly wound curls strike in times of high stress.
I wrestle with the small knots as
they sit proudly on my head, boasting of their victory
only to be overtaken yet again by the dutiful hair tie.
Smoother curls appear in waves every so often,
giving me hope that my hair will become an allied force.
That we will work together without a power struggle.
But even then
my hair tie is at the ready
The pillow of love
Comforts my being
It takes away all stress
And dresses me in peace
So that I can either rest or sleep
The pillow of love
Is dear to me
It supports my head, neck, and shoulders
And sometimes I share secrets with it
And sometimes tears
But it’s right there for me
Through all my joys and fears
When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak
Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him
Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak
Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself
Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world
Avnesh yadav
March came in this year, like a wet feline,
Growling and mad without a sign
Of the sweet pussycat that she can be.
I wonder what made her so angry.
Winter won’t leave yet, Spring wants her turn.
March, caught in the middle begins to yearn
To be a month with no change of season.
Her stress causes me to lose my reason.
So don’t blame March if within her reign,
Everything is wild and a bit insane.
Winter wants his turn and Spring must wait
Until he is going out of the gate.
It is then you will see a swift turn around
With sweet March smiling without a frown.
The sun will shine and skies will be blue
And to this March madness, we’ll bid adieu.
For Carolyn's contest won 2nd place