Personification Poetry: Embracing Nature's Voice Through Verse

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Layla Farsi

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Experience the warmth and wonder of nature's elements as they come to life through the art of personification in poetry. Each poem in this collection breathes life into the world around us, inviting readers to see the beauty in the everyday.
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Table of contents
Whispers of the Willow
March of the Mountains
Gentle Graze of the River
Autumn's Painter
The Night's Loom
Sunrise's First Blush
Moon's Elegant Ballad
Winter's Frozen Whisper
Summer's Fiery Passion
Spring's Gentle Hand

Whispers of the Willow

The willow whispered in the breeze,

Her leaves did dance on high.

She shared her tales with birds and bees,

And brushed the azure sky.

Her arms embraced the gentle wind,

With each and every swish,

She cozied souls that life had thinned,

And granted them a wish.

In moonlit glow she took her bow,

As night insects did play.

Protecting dreams until the morrow,

She swayed till break of day.



March of the Mountains

Steady titans clad in green,

The mountains march in time.

Ancient guardians, sight unseen,

In their primeval prime.

Astride the land, they hold their ground,

Their heads held high and proud.

Their booming voices earth's profound,

Each echo strong and loud.

They breathe in clouds, exhale the mist,

A spectacle of awe,

Enlisting skies to coexist,

In nature's perfect law.



Gentle Graze of the River

The river grazes 'pon the stones,

Caresses banks with care,

A sculptor working on his bones,

Creating art so fair.

Through valleys deep and meadows wide,

He threads his silver thread,

With patience, strength, and quiet pride,

He shapes his watery bed.

At night he hums a lullaby,

To all the stars above,

In melody they can't deny,

He sings his song of love.



Autumn's Painter

Autumn with her palette bold,

Strokes the leaves with hues.

Reds and yellows, brash and cold,

In every shade she cues.

Her brisk hand sweeps across the land,

Enlivens trees with fire,

Transforms them with a master's hand,

To a vibrant funeral pyre.

Before the snow, her work displayed,

A symphony of color.

Until her painting starts to fade,

Into winter's solemn holler.



The Night's Loom

The Night weaves her starry cape,

Needles flashing in the dark,

On the sky she drapes her drape,

Each star a fiery spark.

Her gown is stitched with moonbeam lace,

With shadows hemmed so fine,

She covers the world in restful grace,

Her work, divinely align.

Beneath her cloak the world does rest,

In dreams, both deep and sweet,

The Night’s craft, by far, the best,

Until the Sun’s heartbeat.



Sunrise's First Blush

The dawn blushes at the first kiss of light,

As the Sun lifts his gaze from the night.

Her cheeks aglow with soft pastel shades,

She wakes the world from nocturnal cascades.

With gentle rays, he caresses her sky,

Bidding the stars their silent goodbye.

His warmth spreads wide to cradle the day,

Banishing shadows that night put in play.

Together they dance on horizon's edge,

In twilight's fleeting and delicate pledge.

Their rendezvous brief, yet splendidly lush,

In every dawn, the Sun paints her blush.



Moon's Elegant Ballad

The Moon hums her tune in the night's quiet hall,

Her ballad floats down where the silver light falls.

Each crater a note in her lunar refrain,

A symphony played for the stars and the rain.

In phases she croons, her sonnet complete,

From crescent to full, her melody sweet.

She serenades oceans to dance to her song,

Tides rise and fall as they sway all night long.

The tranquil composer, in the vast night's grip,

Gives solace to dreamers on her starlit trip.

Until morning comes with its golden shroud,

Moon bows her adieu, her head humbly bowed.



Winter's Frozen Whisper

Winter whispers through the trees,

His words are cold, but pure,

Frosting leaves with crystal ease,

His touch both harsh and sure.

He paints the world in a frosty white,

Breath misting in the air,

A chilling silence in the night,

Cloaks the world with care.

His fingers sculpt icy veneers,

On windows, glass-like art,

As nature listens and reveres,

Winter’s frozen heart.



Summer's Fiery Passion

Summer flares with ardent love,

His passion fuels the sun.

With heat that blazes from above,

His fiery spell is spun.

He sculpts the day with intense light,

And warms the earth's embrace,

His ardor clear from morning bright,

Till evening takes its place.

Each ray a tender touch from him,

To ripen fruit and grain,

Summer's zeal fills to the brim,

As he ignites the plain.



Spring's Gentle Hand

Spring unfurls her tender hand,

And strokes the slumbering land,

Her fingertips tease out the blooms,

Dispelling winter’s glooms.

With whispers soft she calls to life,

The flowers and the trees,

Sweet aromas cut like a knife,

Carried on her breeze.

In her gentle grasp, the world awakes,

A burst of life anew,

Spring's touch the chain of season breaks,

As life starts fresh and true.



PUBLISHED: Jan 27, 2024
Written By
Layla Farsi
Urban artist and city whisperer, I'm Layla — crafting narratives where street vibes and vivid imagery intertwine.
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