Personification Poems

The river pours itself down lakes and streams;

along its way, collecting its baubles;

drift wood, rocks, feathers and leaves for its scrapbook.

  It likes to wax

One day a rainbow, painted itself upon a still damp sky. 

It’s palette of pastel soft orange, yellow, pink, lavender and blue,

slowly blended by its own

My name is flower
Of number one display and color
To commit suicide I decide
To take nuclear waste or pesticide

Am tired of you people polluting the air
Polluting