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Leave a post (poem, sonnet, prose, your choice) that utilizes the following terms:
simile
metaphor
hyperbole
repetition
parallelism
allusion
remember, blog posts need to be written with correct grammar and spelling, if at all possible.
Agenda:
The white of the ball is like the white of snow
ReplyDeleteA bird flying through the air
It touches the sun before falling
Bounce bounce bounce it goes after it falls over the fence
Right there,
ReplyDeleteEyes brighter than a thousand suns,
Skin as smooth as silk,
Right there,
Not only majestic, but more so than Zeus,
An angel watching me,
Right there,
Irrawaddy
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
ReplyDeleteThe ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
well done...
DeleteToday is as windy as a tornado. Soon it will be raining cats and dogs. This week has been beautiful but now the sun is closed out of the sky. Today is as windy as a tornado.
ReplyDeleteMany people think that the honey badger is the best animal in the animal kingdom, but that is not true. The honey badger may be as epic as a unicorn and dragon combined, but a wolverine is a unicorn combined with a dragon with rave music constantly blaring and third world country's fireworks shooting behind it. That is how epic a wolverine is. A wolverine could take out herds of wolves, by itself. The wolverine is just pure epicness. When the wolverine was created, it was created by a pure source of epictonium. Even a movie is made about a wolverine.
ReplyDeleteMoney is like gold.
ReplyDeleteGold money, gold money,
Money is so gold you can't even hold it!
Money is gold that runs through my veins like my blood of money.
Gold looks like money but money looks like gold.
Similes are a comparison of two different things using like or as. An example being, lips as red as a red, red apple. A metaphor is similar to a simile but does not use like or as and instead goes farther and says those two objects are the same. An example would be, that girl is a laughing hyena. This is obviously not true, but it is used for emphasis or exaggeration.
ReplyDeleteThe day felt like summer, even though it was still winter. The sun was a shining gem in the clear, bright sky. My bag felt like a ton of stones on my back as I was leaving school. The day felt like summer, even though it was still winter. I wanted to go running; running was fun and fun is running. I wanted to run like the wild horses ran free in the old west.
ReplyDeleteThe bird flew away as fast as a jet plane.
ReplyDeleteThe blue bird darted quickly towards the ground to retrieve the worm.
The bird flew away.
Different people desire different things things,
ReplyDeletethey walk they talk they all sing praise,
but when darkness is cast,
they all look around and wonder,
who will be last
and wonder
Four bodies
ReplyDeletethree lifeless men
one virtuous coward
he sits with his pen
upon his tower.
He pays no mind
to the decaying kind,
that surround his writing desk.
He thinks himself a god,
that was meant to strike down these mortals.
His smile is like the water crashing into the bank
ReplyDeleteHis laugh is the sound of thunder clapping and clanking
It feels like a million degrees everywhere in this school. Walking the main lobby and it feels like I am passing the sun in space. Million degrees. You can almost see the heat coming off the walls.
ReplyDeleteHer beauty is like Aphrodite's
ReplyDeleteHer eyes are the beautiful beaming glows of the burning sun
Her skin softer than the softest cloud in the sky
Her beauty is like Aphrodite's
Head down the adrenaline builds
ReplyDeleteFaster than lightning you're a bolt
Feet barely touch the ground
The blacktop grabs your ankles but
Its too late, your flying
The wind is nothing but an afterthought
The crowd blends into the trees
You are nothing more than the feet that carry you
The legs that propel you
Nothing but the
Race
Making an amazing play and getting someone out is as much a rush as skydiving.
ReplyDeleteWinning a game is a high.
Softball? There's nothing soft about it.
The bruises last for months, the scars forever.
Would we give up? Never.
Roses may be red, and violets may be blue, but my heart belongs to yellow
A softball is better than those two.
Softball? There's nothing soft about it.
Again and again I fall
ReplyDeletedown from all life, I fall
Like a plane falling from the sky
words I cannot express for my fear grows high
Down and down, I feel the wind upon my face
Breathe I cannot like I'm flying through space
His eyes are the perfect chocolate brown. He's a Romeo, yet he leaves me feeling high. I'm in love with him. He's in love with me. He's as bad as a murderer, but you fall under with his endless charm. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop thinking about him. He's not good for a good woman like you.
ReplyDeleteHe spins me into his web of deception,
ReplyDeleteI fall deeper and deeper.. Losing my strength and energy.
Into the pit of despair, as dark as the night sky.
My heart has been stolen. But, I can't say a word.
Yet on the outside I smile.
The wind is as warm as the sun.
ReplyDeleteThe wind is a dagger.
Cutting through your body as you cross the huge, tiresome, golden desert.
Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch
Your feet burn as if a thousand needles were stabbing them.
The hot needles are the millions of grains of sand covering the vast area.
There is no oasis in the middle of millions of grains of sand.
The flower was big like the sun.
ReplyDeleteIt fell from the sky.
The flower, the flower, the flower.
He is a winter sunrise in December,
ReplyDeleteFrozen in awe
Chilled by his aura
I stand mesmerized.
He is like hot chocolate slipping down your throat
Softened by his gaze.
Warmed by his embrace
I stand mesmerized.
She runs like a cheetah
ReplyDeleteShe sings and a ray of sunshine beams down
She loves like the oceans loves washing the sand
And when she looks in the mirror she sees a monster
But really shes an angel
I run fast
ReplyDeleteI feel as if my feet aren't even touching the ground
I swing at the ball
Another miss
I feel as if my head is the sun
But I still have to keep going
It is like I am in a deep hole and it keeps getting deeper
But then another swing
This time it's a hit
GOAL!
she is as gentle as a an angle
ReplyDeletehe is a god
they've been together forever
they love love love each other
The snow fell to the ground like the kisses of angels.
ReplyDeleteDown, down, down.
They are the children of the sky.
They created mountains on the ground reaching to the heavens.
Up, and up, and up.
Falling, piling, mounding, snowing.
The winds blew and created chaos through the snow.
The sun was as warm as an oven.
ReplyDeleteIt trickles my skin as the rays force into my skin.
The feeling is excruciating.
I take a chance and just stand there.
The feeling is excruciating.
I feel as if I am stepping out of a furnace.
I am eventually a roaring fire.
The silk is as pink as a spring sunrise
ReplyDeleteYet the box is an abused child's toy.
What used to be a perfect creation,
is now left, a wreck of nature.
From turning and flexing and working
to sitting alone in the dark.
Reading is as easy as breathing.
ReplyDeleteReading is like riding a bike; you never forget how.
It is taking a walk through wonderland.
Reading is as easy as breathing.
Beads and beads and beads some more
ReplyDeleteBeads beads beads, beads galore.
Little balls of difficulty, and even a little more
They slip and fall and and trip, too
The wind outside is as if I was riding on the back of a wild tiger, in the eye of a tornado.
ReplyDeleteShe was so bright, it put the sun to shame. She was as vibrant as a rainbow after rain, showing off her colors and personality after everything went down in flames. She was the flower everyone stepped on but didn't think would actually bloom into something beautiful. She was the Demi Lovato of her time; she was bullied relentlessly and got down because of it, but she rose above it all and made a different. She was so bright, it put the sun to shame.
ReplyDeleteThe sun was shining bright
ReplyDeletethe sun was hot, hot, hot
it burned my feet when i stepped on the concrete.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteShe was taller than a skyscraper,
Eyes brighter than the sun.
Hair like silk,
Longer than any road.
Aphrodite can't compare.
Beautiful like a new dawn.
Beautiful as the setting sun.
Beautiful.
School is death to me,
ReplyDeleteIt is as horrible as prison,
School is an island at which i cannot escape.
we wait, and wait, and wait, and wait,
for the bell to release us into the free open air.
again again and again
ReplyDeletethinking bout him
although i try
he is as scary as the monsters in the dark
i wish i could forget it
no matter what i just cant
it gives me nightmares in the middle of the night.
again again and again
looking all around
although i cant see him
i still feel him around.
Eyes like stars, lips like roses.
ReplyDeleteTouch as hot as fire.
Skin like the moon.
Kisses like a cool summer breeze,
moves me like the wind shuffles leaves.
Haunting stare across the room,
Eyes likes stars, lips like roses.
Touch as hot as fire.
For a thousand years i've sat on my head, thinking and thinking until I thought "am I dead?"
ReplyDeleteSo much goes on in my head how is it not that I am dead?
Like a paper weight I sat there day after day keeping the minutes and hours away.
I am the wind I am the rain, I am the thoughts that penetrate your brain.
I thought and I thunk and still i think some more, I've thought so much my thinker is sore.
For a thousand years I've sat on my head, thinking and thinking until I thought "am i dead?"
I really like roses
ReplyDeletethey're pretty as a butterfly
the smell would always pose
keep you looking as you walk by.
The white of the flake like that of a newborn lambs coat
ReplyDeleteThe shape so fluffy and downy
White feathers falling from the sky
The cold it is produced from is like that of a million winter combined in one
And yet it is so profound like that of a Robert Frost poem