Personification poems
FIRE

Fires hands waved at me,
feeding on sticks and twigs.
He spat sparks at me
as I watched the smoke
dancing around my head.
 He slowly smouldered out
hiding the fact he had ever
been there.


TREE

Tree stretched his hands up
his dark eyes focusing on the unknown
his legs uncurled waiting to trip the
innocent.He grasped the sun drinking its heat
his hair was shaking in the wind as if lonely for the years to come.

By Jake