Third Person Poems - Poems about Third Person

Third Person Bio

She easily admits to having many flaws,
has no humour except when writing about furry things with claws;
she has tons of poetic talent with her pen,
words just flow onto paper again and again.

Oh gosh, she has so much self-taught poetic skill,
I love her poems and her creative inspired quill;
and she can draw, paint and take photographs-

As A Third Person BIO

Three years he took delight in the embrace of his mother.
He lived, his mother's love and care replaced by no other

Love for God and every being grew with him as he grew.
As desert daisies and blissful birds, divine care he knew

From his teachers and nature, the teacher, wisdom he gained
In credence, courage, honour, and humbleness,

Anisha Dutta - View of Third Person

      Elegant lady, graceful, majestic 
       Mathematician and analytic.
     Lover of literature and music.
     Friendly, helpful, compassionate, frolic.

      Reasonable rational and righteous,
       honors moral values,

As the third person BIO

A scientist once took to the skies,
With aerospace dreams and questioning whys.
He'd listen intently, a thoughtful façade,
Then go his own way—decisions, unflawed.

"Don’t argue!" he'd say, with wisdom so spry,
Yet soon he'd be caught in a passionate reply.
Papers unwritten, his ideas took flight,
But work clipped his wings before he could write.

He painted once, under a teacher’s

Unsaid

The eyes that are stuck on floor today
Resisting every temptation to seek a look
Not so long ago recorded in a book
The secret meeting of ours when towards each other they shook

I hope they don't encounter yours again
Not because they are afraid to see you
Probably my feelings will give your heart a stain
'Cause you never knew

Me In the Third Person

Strange thought just entered my head
What if I critiqued my own poems
D'ya think I'd really be tough on myself
Or would you detect a slight bias tone

Tried using the criteria of accepted norms
I'd be down at the bottom, no bones
But for humorous verse and originality
Call me Oliver Wendell Holmes

First I followed time honoured patterns
Of poets that

First, Second and Third Person - 1

I found the joy
In light and love
Laughter sent down
From heaven above

You found the hope
In faith from the Father
A pure inspiration
From God’s enlightenment

He found serenity
In a heart that gives
From the kindness within
Where heaven moves

I found joy, gladness, warmth
You found hope, healing, grace
He found peace, promise and praise

Together, we discovered
That each of our hearts
Was blessed with warmth
From

The Omniscient Third Person

You will shrug, leaving the talk
I will measure the mannerism,
Your prejudice, your reluctant mood
And then the omniscient third person
Will whisper,” Are you done, finally?”

Third Person

she is the shield
            
                               slaying i

       

Rejected Stanzas From Third Person

He's so phoney in poems, moaning only,
same tone, same story,
a war he can't endure anymore that beats him sore and sorry,
exploring his core for strength absent before in writes of sheer folly.

Wanting to write powerfully like Churchill or Eminem,
but unable to create an impact as do many men.
It's easy to ridicule the metaphorical irrelevance,
as he

Third Person

He speaks metaphorically to avoid dealing direct, 
shows the unknown hand he’s against too much respect, 
writes about his bravery though it’s no where to detect
or talks in the third person like this I'd expect.

Going on about himself like it’s happening to someone else,
distanced from reality his distracted mind plays stealth, 
deflecting the desperation straying

The Third Person

Step aside,slightly,
               from a beach beside
               cold moving water.

A sighting in rain,
               hooked

I, In the Third Person

I feel the sweat of a race not run
and hold the clench of a stomach churned,
as I crumble and fall, using artifice to
fool this world of my consummate ease

This daily pulse has blood flow restricted, 
like the sparrow evading the falcons dance.
And I,  in the third person try so hard
to solicit speech from this

It's Very Hard To Think In the Third Person

It's very hard for me to write in the third person, especially to think and describe with poetic imagery the thoughts and feelings of others.
With my soul burning, like california wildfires.
soul screaming, asking why, 
bipolar mind panicking through crisis of historical proportions

it's very hard for me to think or observe the third person
but at least

Me In the Third Person

Strangest thought just entered my head
What if I critiqued my own poems
D'ya think I'd really be tough on myself
Or would you detect a slight bias tone

Using the criteria of accepted norms
I'd be down at the bottom, no bones
But for humorous verse and originality
Call me Oliver Wendell Holmes

First I followed time honoured patterns
Of poets that have

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