Winter 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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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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Now let me share my shivery story, 
With random revelations shed some light -
Though I’m a dazzling glow but no glory, 
I’m much more than...

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Some say my heart is cold and dark,
While others say I’m beautiful.
Some say my appearance, without remark,
Brings about chaos and confusion –
As shoppers hurry to...

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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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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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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,...

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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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I, a window-flower,

and he, a winter breeze,
carrying along the birds,
the butterflies, and bees

Quiet strength's my power

putting chipmunks at ease--
munching seeds, without words
looking at me, to...

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I knew her from childhood,
But when manhood came, we
Gradually grew far apart.
More correctly, I left her.
But she was always there,
And there for me, whether
Or not...

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