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Poems Using Similes and Metaphors

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Simile Poems

 

A Red, Red Rose --Robert Burns

 

O My Luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June;

O My Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.

 

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear

While the sands o' life shall run.

 

And fare thee weel, my only luve,

And fare thee weel, awhile!

And I will come again, my luve

Tho' it ware ten thousand mile!

 

 

Flint --by Christina Rossetti

 

An emerald is as green as grass,

A ruby red as blood;

A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;

A flint lies in the mud.

 

A diamond is a brilliant stone,

To catch the world's desire;

An opal holds a fiery spark;

But a flint holds a fire.

 

 

Hockey --by Rachel

 

Hockey is like reading

You get into it and then you never

want to stop

You feel like you're in a different world.

Hockey is like school

You have to do your work and

you have to practice or you will get an "F"

Hockey is like math

You get stronger and before you know it

You're getting an

"A"

Your scoring goals

Now that's

Hockey!


 

Metaphor Poems

 

I AM A SWORD --by Alex

 

I am a sword,

Sharper than a tongue

Nobody can defeat me,

Because I am a sword,

I can not be hurt by what people say

About me,

I will not show my anger

Against

Someone else.

 

 

Sonnet --By William Shakespeare

 

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But they eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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