Personification Poems
Her Velvet Cloak
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The velvet cloak is cascading, all adorned with sequin stars,
Final streaks of sky colors fading, as pearl moon gazes afar.
The queen's lately departed, from the plush burgundy room,
Blue Neptune on her left, and and scarlet Mars on her right,
Trailing stardust in her wake, on the way to beautiful night.
Forays into mystery are waiting, at the dark end of the sun,
And tomorrow's queue of colors, await the orders of golden!
Blueberry darkness lies in its soft, eternal folds everywhere,
And beauty travels always, diamonds and jewels in her hair!
Varicolored flowers await fiery sun, of burnished days of old,
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Mirabilis jalapa
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
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 night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
wind and cloud pt 2
by John Hughes
So you want to be the wind?
You would like being the wind
To flit from place to place as a disembodied spirit but still caressing peoples skin
Not a thing like it, you speak and someone feels your breath and you smell their pheromones
But someone say oh what a cool breeze
And you nervously laugh because it just you talking to people as you once did
You will think what day to be alive and you are alive
Alive within the earth system, grabbing the seeds, the leaves and the smells
You are such an integral part of the earth and the heavens
The control the clouds movement and they are your best friend because you’re never apart
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wind and cloud pt 3
by John Hughes
I am the wind, criss crossing, zig zagging chill, almost passing through your bare bones
But its not my fault
I watch the people as I enter them, this time of year is not good for my mental health
Makes me angry, my exuberance and exhilarating chill clashes against unrequitting skin
They just don’t know how much I love to talk
I wish it were summer
Oh here’s another soul, fphewm
Oh he likes it, my dear friend are you a god?
It’s ok little wind, I like drinking in the cold
A deep breath and its exhilarating
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Summer Came Softly
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a zealous environmental scientist, preserving green on our blue planet;
To benefit all animals, plants and people, under sunset skies of pomegranate.
I strived hard to reverse pollution, found in vast seas and in azure, balmy air,
Like waves reversing course, when they did not appear to be going anywhere.
My hourly goal was to help conserve nature, and I was dedicated to that task,
Like nature ever strewing flowers at our feet, although none ever dare to ask!
Fugitive, fuzzy clouds floated far, and favorite friends fluttered by once again,
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wind and cloud pt 3
by John Hughes
I am the wind, criss crossing, zig zagging chill, almost passing through your bare bones
But its not my fault
I watch the people as I enter them, this time of year is not good for my mental health
Makes me angry, my exuberance and exhilarating chill clashes against unrequitting skin
They just don’t know how much I love to talk
I wish it were summer
Oh here’s another soul, fphewm
Oh he likes it, my dear friend are you a god?
It’s ok little wind, I like drinking in the cold
A deep breath and its exhilarating
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wind and cloud pt 2
by John Hughes
So you want to be the wind?
You would like being the wind
To flit from place to place as a disembodied spirit but still caressing peoples skin
Not a thing like it, you speak and someone feels your breath and you smell their pheromones
But someone say oh what a cool breeze
And you nervously laugh because it just you talking to people as you once did
You will think what day to be alive and you are alive
Alive within the earth system, grabbing the seeds, the leaves and the smells
You are such an integral part of the earth and the heavens
The control the clouds movement and they are your best friend because you’re never apart
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A Paradox once asks to me
by Amey Dalvi
A Paradox once asks to me,
what might love seek out to be,
were he a sensation of inescapable ecstasy erupting in radical hearts,
were he a person where eyes seem to halt and sorrows seem to part ?
the Paradox spewing it's taste, glares at me and,
asks to me,
"Then what shall I make love to be ? "...
.
I swallowed a breath and called to him,
Let love be what the romantics dream,
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Reclining Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.
Green and purple blooms
are always in her warm face ~
'til she sinks in grace.
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Rain
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Yesterday I was in the parched, red desert, where it pours only seldom,
Bearing joy for varicolored cacti blooms, a silvery shower, very welcome.
This morning I deluged the green, pathless forest, at the dawn of purple.
Tomorrow, wet footsteps will travel, down the tree-lined street of myrtle.
In wild days of ago, my fervor caused floods, as I danced in dewberries;
Then a soft, yellow sun spun rich gold, making cherries and cranberries!
While there is gladness everywhere I go, my sporadic errors humble me,
Like an errant wind which blows off course, tenacious, golden honeybee!
