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Personification Poems

Personification is giving a human characteristic to something that is not human.

Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Martin Rosen

Stones know the answers.
Their roundness is like hands cupped in prayer.

They dress carefully,
sometimes wearing mass cloaks.

There are messages inside of stones,
deep memories of mountains and oceans.

So sometime, ask a stone what it knows.
Tap it softly like a drum
or throw it gently on a pond
and watch its answer appear
as sound waves across the water.

Jonathon Studley
Mel Carter

Im so big and cool,
when I walk, dogs blow trumpets.
When I pass, trees salute.
When I roam, leaves step to one side.

Im so macho, when I skateboard,
skyscrapers jump out of my way.
When I get to my neighborhood,
the block rolls out the carpet.

When I pass my friends,
the gang bows down to grovel my Converse.
When I step up to my front walk,
the concrete plays a tune.

When I get to my house,
Gotdang, man,
Ive got to take the trash out,