Time 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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It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry.

We can be...

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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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Sheila asked him
“Do you have the time?”
Ben answered “It’s five after two.” She responded “That is a perfectly good answer, but that is not the...

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At the edge of hazy horizon in the sky of slate he sees
the raucous cloud clumps on the wings of storm ride. 
Sparked by their...

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I love to rise at dawn greeting folk with a warm smile
Though if any clouds are present, I may vanish for a while
Forgive me for...

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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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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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My presence in your garden is precious
as timeless treasure that radiates glowing colors 
of brown, orange, pink, red, violet, white, and yellow
symbolizing everlasting love, vibrant...

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I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence 
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for...

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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal...

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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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