{"id":8447,"date":"2020-03-24T02:48:42","date_gmt":"2020-03-23T19:48:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/?p=8447"},"modified":"2021-10-25T07:16:54","modified_gmt":"2021-10-25T11:16:54","slug":"personification-poems-examples-of-poems-with-personification","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/?p=8447","title":{"rendered":"Personification Poems – Examples Of Poems With Personification"},"content":{"rendered":"

In simple terms, personification is attributing human-like qualities to things, events, occurrences, or beings that are not human. A great example is William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?<\/em> In this sonnet, he describes a summer day as having a “gold complexion” – just like a human. We use personification in our daily lives, but poetry is where it comes to life the most. Take a look at some of the best examples of personification poetry.<\/p>\n

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Violin – A Personification
\nby Elaine George<\/strong><\/p>\n

~
\nShe sleeps in her rose wood bed,
\nunder a blanket of velvet red;
\nold and alone and forgotten,
\nshe dreams of the love she once had.
\nOnce again she recalls his caress
\non the curve of her hips
\nand her breast
\nas he moved his bow
\non the strings of her soul,
\nplaying her sound
\n\u2018til his passion was spent.
\n~~~
\nThey traveled the whole world over,
\nto every city and town;
\nthe maestro, his bow and violin,
\nbringing each curtain down.
\n~~~
\nHe died in a cry of sweet refrain,
\nclutching her strings to his heart;
\nas he fell to the floor in a final encore,
\ntearing her world apart.
\n~~~
\nSo she sleeps in her rose wood bed,
\nunder a blanket of velvet red;
\nher strings still filled
\nwith the song of her soul,
\netched by the maestro
\nthat loved her
\nso long ago!
\n~~~~~<\/p>\n

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Personification<\/strong>
\nby Crimson Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

~<\/p>\n

Thus much I deem to know,
\nMy visions of us, In my dreams they dost show,
\nagonizing distorted words cut upon my flesh,
\nSevere yet unseen, my wounds shant show,
\nMelencholic tunes my wounds dos’t sing,
\nBut sadly this tune should not have been sung,
\nA mindless eternity, this song hath rung,
\nJoyless accomanied with flecks of pain,
\nPainted upon this Crimson Canvas,
\nBlood filled, this canvas of crimson,
\nWith the personification of the name I dos’t turn to blood.<\/p>\n

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Imagery And Personificatio<\/strong>
\nby Dillip K Swain<\/strong><\/p>\n

~<\/p>\n

Imagery and personification
\nAre greatly found
\nIn the poems of
\nAccomplished poets!
\nImagery is the
\nPlural form of image
\nThat we can feel through
\nFive senses!
\nEach image
\nCan be personified
\nPersonification animates
\nImagery!<\/p>\n

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Personification Of Heartache<\/strong>
\nby The Poet Darkling<\/strong><\/p>\n

~<\/p>\n

Laying here alone and lonely
\nMy eyes are closed but I’m not sleeping
\nA cold wind blows through lace curtains
\nOut in the moonlight heartache’s creeping
\nA footstep, a rustle of leaves
\nI clutch my pillow ever so tight
\nUnder my window I hear him
\nHe stalks me in the shadow of night
\nHe is never far behind me
\nBeen following me for years and years
\nSearching for a way to my heart
\nHe’s the voice of regret in my ears
\nHe looks for cracks in my fortress
\nWhispering, he plays tricks with my mind
\nHe knows of all my weaknesses
\nHe’s both Lucifer and God combined
\nIt is a game of cat and mouse
\nBut I’ve been watching him and I’ve learned
\nHe survives by one’s suffering
\nAnd if there’s no fire, I can’t be burned
\nSo I sleep with one eye open
\nI can’t allow love to get inside
\nFor a heart without love can’t break
\nIn a loveless heart he can’t reside
\nA cold wind blows through lace curtains
\nOut in the moonlight heartache’s creeping \u2026
\nLaying here alone and lonely
\nMy eyes are closed but I’m not sleeping<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In simple terms, personification is attributing human-like qualities to things, events, occurrences, or beings that are not human. A great example is William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? In this sonnet, he describes a summer day as having a “gold complexion” – just like a human. We use personification […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13220,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1341,1390],"tags":[37],"class_list":["post-8447","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-beautiful-love-poems","category-love","tag-featured"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8447","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8447"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8447\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13220"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8447"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8447"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1lovepoems.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8447"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}