Write a personification poem of a talking cat can be a personification, but that does not mean that the embodiment increases the excitement of poetry. Therefore we must go deeper to understand how the use of this poetic device can and should support the sentiments contained in the poem.
Scary Poem - By Ella, 11, Nottingham, UK
The sun crept cautiously behind the fluffy frightened white clouds.
The terrifying trees grabbed me like rotten robbers.
The moon looked down on me like a wicked witch from the west.
And I felt as scared as a zebra being pulled under water by a hungry crocodile.
The wind cried like a new born baby howling in the cold dark night.
The snowflake danced in the glistening moonlight like a spiceflake.
The rainbow winked at me like a rock star.
And I felt as scared as a robber being spied on by strange
The Train - By Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare
To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill
And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a start its own,
Stop-docile and omnipotent-
A stable door.
Scary Personification Poem - By Roshni, 14, Vienna, Virginia, USA
What the dead house says
As the dead house saw my shadow,
I heard the whisper of the wind.
It came knocking on the windows,
And said to me “Ah let me in.”
The great thunder roared with anger,
The deep gray sea howled,
It said, “There is something haunted.”
The wind blew the window open,
A mummy came out of the ground,
And told me to beware, because
I’m in for a scare!!!
For I Am The Leader Of The Sea - By Adam, Katie and Tempany, 10, Nottinghamshire, UK
For I am the leader of the sea,
The quiet sea grabbed my feet
With hands of icy water.
The mellow sea dances on the golden sand,
It erodes the precious rocks away,
A boat appears in the distance.
The waves began to build up and boil,
Like a witches potion.
The frozen water beckoned in the boat,
As the waves frolicked against it.
The sea ricocheted along the sand,
With fangs like a feline,
Gnawing on the bones of the cliff.
The old, ancient boat's heart started to pound,
As the flag contemplated, while the wind,
Swept across the sky.
For I am the leader of the sea.
I Like to See it Lap the Miles
Colonel Cold strode up the Line
In the Kitchen
Swaying in the wind
In ths skies the stars are shining
O mighty fatherly sun