50 Ways to Use Personification50 Ways to Use Personification50 Ways to Use Personification1 minute ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The following sentences use the personification technique. See if you can identify which part of the word or phrase is the personification. The answers are below:
The stars danced playfully in the moonlit sky.The run down house appeared depressed.The first rays of morning tiptoed through the meadow.She did not realize that opportunity was knocking at her door.He did not realize that his last chance was walking out the door.The bees played hide and seek with the flowers as they buzzed from one to another.The wind howled its mighty objection.The snow swaddled the earth like a mother would her infant child.The river swallowed the earth as the water continued to rise higher and higher.Time flew and before we knew it, it was time for me to go home.The ocean waves lashed out at the boat and the storm continued to brew.My computer throws a fit every time I try to use it.The thunder grumbled like an old man.The flowers waltzed in the gentle breez
Nothing but the RainI stand naked in the rain.Nothing but the Rain1 minute ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all light dims.
And all sounds mute.
And all things fade.
All the trouble at work,
all things fade.
In the rain.
And all my aches
all things fade.
In the rain.
And all sadness,
all the impotent rage against myself
and my futile feelings,
and my love,
and my faults,
all things fade.
Until there is nothing but the rain.
Transformers, Child of Primus Chapter 15Chapter 15Transformers, Child of Primus Chapter 152 minutes ago in Settings More Like This
Transformers, Child of Primus
Firon's human form had flowing brown hair and a white tank top with jeans.
Firon climbed up the stairs that lead to the humans area, finally reaching Shyio. She picked him up and placed him on the couch covering him in a blanket.
The next morning, Firon walked over to check on Shyio.
An idea finally struck her.
Firon nudged Shyio awake.
"Don't hurt me!" he yelled wakening up instantly.
"I won't, I won't." she said in a calming whisper.
"Who-who are you?"
"I'm Firon, I brought you some breakfast." she said, showing him the plate of pancakes. (shut up, I'm hungry for pancakes.)
After taking a bite his eyes widened.
"You make some mean pancakes ma'am."
"Why thank you," she began, sitting on the couch," and please call me Firon."
"Tell me about yourself."
Jovenes, Homicidios Y Explosiones. Parte 5Jóvenes, homicidios y explosiones parte 5Jovenes, Homicidios Y Explosiones. Parte 53 minutes ago in Settings More Like This
Gore: es mi amiga…
Lis: Gore, ¡ella te secuestro!
Lisandra: pero no íbamos a matarla, solo queríamos manipular a sus padre, nada más.
Lisandra: de verdad, no íbamos a hacerle daño
Lis: Gore, tienes que aprender a no dejarte convencer, te puede pasar algo malo…
Gore: mamá, sabes que siempre llevo armas conmigo, así que no estoy tan indefensa.
Lis: pero igual algo puede pasarte
Lisandra: pero los Matarias Diábolic somos gente honrada, más allá de que matemos a gente
inocente, con los niños no nos metemos
Lis: claro, porque si no, lo meten en la cárcel
Lisandra: ¿Cómo lo sabes?
Gore: yo te escuche decirlo
Lisandra: ¿Cuándo le dije eso a mi hermano?
Luciana: ojala Lisandra no se meta en problemas…
Alex: hola, soy nueva en la ciudad, ¿Conoces alg
Giving The Monsters Plastic SurgeryI was an ugly person.Giving The Monsters Plastic Surgery4 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now we can debate my physical appearance
Of which i will never see beauty.
But the ugliness i possessed was not in looks
My mind was as ugly as ever
an unhappy place full of pain and
stitched hearts, torn apart and feasted on
by all the monsters it concealed.
But in a years time it took
for me to save up strength like currency
and pay for those ugly monsters to
get the surgeries, to become beautiful
They will always be monsters, on the inside
But now, they can look beautiful,
in a plastic disguise.
And of course i couldn’t fix all of them
But now when i think, im no longer thinking of hurt
I think of my art. My love, My needs.
And i can truly feel more human now.
And the acceptance of myself that this brings
has made all the difference.
Lupta!Aştept demult ceea ce va urma,Lupta!7 minutes ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ultima bătălie, armele vor ţipa,
Cu puşca-n mână şi gata de război,
Strig în gura mare, SĂ FACEM TĂRĂBOI!
Hai la LUPTĂ!
Sunt gata de LUPTĂ!
Răceala ce mă-nconjoară îmi dădea fiori,
Simt cum totul îngheaţă dar eu iau foc,
Ard de nerăbdare să terminăm acest război,
Ţintiţi! TRAGEŢI! Aşa facem noi!
Duşmanii sunt mulţi şi tot vor veni,
Totul sau nimic, aşa va fi!
Un strigăt de curaj şi mergem mai departe,
Cu ochii bravi şi braţele-narmate!
Hai la LUPTĂ!
Sunt gata de LUPTĂ!
Văd pe feţele tuturor o privire-n gol,
Aş vrea să îi fac să regrete tot,
Fiecare plânset, fiecare supărare,
Ce ei ţi-au dat şi-n zilele tale!
Hai la LUPTĂ!
Sunt gata de
TrichotillomaniaPick.Trichotillomania7 minutes ago in Editorial More Like This
It sweeps over him again; this compulsion attacking him in a tidal wave of mindless need, his guilty habit and his senseless release. He knows it isn’t healthy and he knows it isn’t normal in this world of shallow supremacy and yet he does it anyway, it’s what makes him different and he will cling to that difference as he takes a stand against what is normal and accepted.
That doesn’t stop them though. He knows people notice him doing it, it’s gotten to the point where they call him out on it just for the reaction he gives. They laugh when he walks away and that is what hurts him the most; he’s been long used to the mindless pain and petty suffering that people inflict on each other but it still hits him deep. It feels worse when he realizes that even those people he call’s friends do it, laugh and pick at him behind his back only to claim their innocence when he calls them out on it. They have the audacity to act innocent,
SuddenlySuddenly8 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly, as in a nightmare,
here I'm again, still alone
sitting quietly at my desk
to fight a sense of vertigo
while my cheeks become of fire,
and my eyes are filled with hate...
All'improvvisoAll'improvviso9 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
All'improvviso, come in un incubo,
eccomi di nuovo qui, ancora sola
seduta silenziosamente al mio banco
a lottare contro un senso di vertigine
mentre le mie guance diventano di fuoco,
e gli occhi si riempiono d'odio...
MissionI am a yielded vessel who can do nothing of myself but all things through heMission10 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who shows himself strong through such as us in these weak vessels of profitless flesh
None of us down here know it all
But we do know our mission
And will go forward as our steps are directed delivering our messages
As witnesses sealed using the sword to cast down the strongholds
Focused on these upcoming times
When really, all we have to do is show up for the battle
fortlocks part sixteenSighed looking upwards to the sky "SO how long are we going to be there? I am tired of sitting on the back of your horse."fortlocks part sixteen11 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
"not much longer, if you are more patient we'll be there sooner. Got the thought?" He said boorish. His a son of a nice guy, his nothing like him. Guessing his from his mothers side how dreadful he is.
Was hat gefehlt?In jeder SekundeWas hat gefehlt?11 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Denk ich an dich.
Kann nichts mehr tun,
ich vermisse dich!
Egal wo du bist,
was du auch tust.
Warum bist du weg?
Was hast du vermisst?
Weist du was ich fühle?
Weist du wie’s mir geht?
Warum siehst du nicht,
was in mir vorgeht?
Bin ich dir nicht wichtig?
Bin ich dir egal?
Was soll ich noch sagen?
So viele Fragen…
Egal was ich tue,
du merkst es nicht.
Ein Wink mit dem Zaunpfahl,
unsichtbar für dich.
all das ist,
was mich verletzte.
Wie soll ich dir sagen,
was du für mich bist,
wenn du nicht mal siehst,
wie verletzend das ist.
Scherben der ErinnerungIch laufe und laufe, immer fortScherben der Erinnerung12 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Von diesem schrecklichen Ort.
Ich laufe und laufe über Scherben aus Glas
Doch egal wie weit ich laufe, die Erinnerung wird nie blass.
Ich fliehe und fliehe, doch kein Ende in Sicht
Einen Weg aus der Erinnerung gibt es hier nicht.
Ich fliehe und fliehe, doch ich kann nicht entkommen
Denn die Erinnerung nimmt mich weiter gefangen.
Ich bin gefangen, gefangen im Dunkel, und meine den Tod zu spüren
Sitze in einem Raum ohne Fenster und Türen
Bin gefangen in den Scherben der Erinnerung...
Ich werde die Freiheit so sehr vermissen.
Und egal was ich tun muss um dies zu beenden
Sollst du nun wissen:
Es tut mir Leid...
BecalmedBecalmed12 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Do the waters sleep,
what images might fill their dreams?
Light gilds the surface,
while unimagined life forms
find sanctuary in the depths.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lipslung cancer12 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, og my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
My sleepy bodyMy sleepy body13 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sleepy body,
wrapped in the Empire's uniform
moves between people, swaying
like an indestructible automaton
and my voice lose herself
among a thousand others,
while the crowd swallows me
sinking my fragile conscience
in a dark abyss, without name...
WomanNothing can make me more than I already amWoman14 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
The duality of good and bad has been lifted
Releasing the bondage from the past
I forgive myself and all others at the deepest level of my being
Standing in complete alignment with the vibrations of Mother Earth
As she moves into her new existence
I accept my darkness as the revelation of my light
I will remain in the foundation of truth
A divine creation participating in a universal plan
Complete and whole
Using the tool, the path and the message
Following the way, the truth and the light
Imperfect but beautiful in every way
Standing strong, here to stay
I am a woman
Il mio cadavere sonnolentoIl mio cadavere sonnolento15 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Il mio cadavere sonnolento,
fasciato nella divisa dell'Impero,
si muove tra la gente, ondeggiando
come un automa indistruttibile
e la mia voce si perde
in mezzo a mille altre,
mentre la folla m'inghiotte
facendo affondare la mia coscienza
in un abisso oscuro, senza nome...