Personification Poems

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Anger

Anger sits cracking his whip against the wall

his red face swollen with blood.
He is being eaten up from the inside
and festers alone in the darkness.

His clothes are all torn and his face is all cracked.
He is a volcano ready to explode
with eyes like huge, dark smouldering hollows, just waiting to erupt.
He is bent over and furious
with himself and the world.

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Death

Death peeps, hanging over a hospital waiting room

her skull bruised with past sins.
She is dying off slowly as she loses each game of chess, alone in her enclosed
space.
Her clothes dark, blowing as if tremendous gusts of wind are rushing from an
enormous windmill.

She is a clockwork mouse, clicking away the time till her next M4 cop chase.
With eyes as bloody as the baron and as long as this lesson.
She's leant over her staff and she's petrified
by herself and her enclosing dead.