Friday, November 27, 2015

Personification Poems


Like a moth to a flame for the beauty, the leaves dancing in the gentle breath of the Earth on a crisp autumn day.
A flower smiling up at the sun like a baby to his mother, the twigs snapping under the mighty force of a pack of wolfs like the playfulness of child jumping into leaves.


The river races down the stream quite quickly
but not as quick as me.

The wind whispers to me quietly
in the air and over the mountains.

The thunder booms loudly,
it laughs in the clouds.

The snow dances in the air
until it falls on me on the ground.


Bright red leaves are dancing in the sky whirling around to the ground, waiting for a little child to pick it up and the child’s mouth will open so wide with aw, that 2 frogs could fit in it and have plenty of more space to hop around.

The sun is shining in the sky, looking over everyone happy as can be. The fire on the sun is dancing around with a partner, making the sun even brighter every minute.

The wind is whispering in your ear, keeping you company while you trudge along the path to go to a friend’s house.

The moon is sad because no one is outside in the night for him to see. When he is sinking down into his big bed and while he’s sinking into a deep slumber, he see’s a small child waving at him and whisper, “goodbye moon.”


The Beach
The sun’s arms wrap around you
The wind calms you down
The sand tickles your toes
Your sandwich hides when a seagull comes near
Your towel helps you dry when you come out of the water
Your umbrella protects you from the sun’s rays
The waves fight against the surf boards
Conch shells hide, not wanting to be found
Your book interests you, telling you more and more stories



Clouds are racing through the sky,
Scared of the storm that is blowing by.

The trees shiver, as the wind starts to blow,
The cold night begins and the moon starts to glow.

The rain pours, harder and harder,
The house stands strong, being my guarder.

The leaves dance and swirl around,
The wind won’t let them touch the ground.

But by my fire, safe and warm,
I am protected from this storm.


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