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© Olivia Kooker

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011 with permission of the author.

If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
Winter would spend the night by sitting in the snow waiting for morning so children could come out to play.

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My name is Olivia Kooker. I am 10 years old and in 4th grade. I live in Pennsylvania. An interesting thing people should know about me is that I am adopted. I have a great life. I wrote this poem for my Mom for Christmas.

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A Poison Tree - Poem by William Blake

Justin

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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luck's duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.

Justin

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Broken You said I fell too hard too fastMy heart not healed from my wounded pastThe angry wordsThe cruel remarksanother rejectionAlone in the dark

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Broken You said I fell too hard too fastMy heart not healed from my wounded pastThe angry wordsThe cruel remarksanother rejectionAlone in the dark

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james

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The Bells

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849

I.

        Hear the sledges with the bells—
                 Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
        How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
           In the icy air of night!
        While the stars that oversprinkle
        All the heavens, seem to twinkle
           With a crystalline delight;
         Keeping time, time, time,
         In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
       From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
               Bells, bells, bells—
  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Emily Jin

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The sea him lent those bitter tears
Which at his eyes he always wears;
And from the winds the sighs he bore,
Which through his surging breast do roar.
No day he saw but that which breaks
Through frighted clouds in forkèd streaks,
While round the rattling thunder hurled,
As at the funeral of the world.

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CAMP FIRE They told me ghost stories and about spooks,and that not all was as simple as it looks;I looked into a mirror but someone else looked back,apparititions may be clever but they don't have the knack.

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CAMP FIRE They told me ghost stories and about spooks,and that not all was as simple as it looks;I looked into a mirror but someone else looked back,apparititions may be clever but they don't have the knack.

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Azuo

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BY JACQUELINE WOODSON
It's almost May

and yesterday

I saw a firefly.

You don't see

them a lot

in the city.

Sometimes

in the park

in the near dark

one comes out

you'll hear

a little kid shout
Jack

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By Carmen Bernier-Grand
One tiny tree frog

with big eyes

sings happily,

“Kokee! Kokee!”

His brother comes to bother.

Coquí doesn't push him.

Coquí doesn't bite him.

Coquí tells him,

“Kokee-Kee! Kokee-Kee!”

Two tiny tree frogs

with big eyes

sing happily,

“Kokee! Kokee!”

Gracie

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Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?
If Peter Piper Picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Sissi Y ni

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Girl Baking as Examples of Alliteration Poems

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Alliteration is a literary device that repeats a speech sound in a sequence of words that are close to each other. Alliteration uses consonant sounds at the beginning of a word to give stress to its syllable. This technique plays a crucial role in poetry by lending a strong rhythm and musical structure to any verse. Explore a few famous alliteration poems to see examples of this technique.

Alliteration in Poetry

Alliteration is a poet's tool to bring words together and make patterns in their writing. Several great poets used alliteration in their work. See a few of the greats like William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan and their use of alliteration.

Sonnet 5 by William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare's work frequently featured alliteration. There are several examples in Romeo and Juliet, but his poetry often used alliteration too. For example, in "Sonnet 5," the "b" sound in beauty, bareness and bereft set a romantic tone. In the last line, the "s" substance and sweet provides a soothing rhythm.

"Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet."

The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe

"The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe uses alliteration in word pairs. In the first three lines of The Raven, there are three examples: weak/weary, quaint/curious and nodded/nearly napping.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,"

Birches by Robert Frost

"Birches" by Robert Frost repeats the "b" sound throughout the first four lines to emphasize the dominant theme of the poem.

"When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay"

Much Madness is divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson

"Much Madness is divinest Sense" by Emily Dickinson uses alliteration of the "m" sound in the title. This is repeated in the poem itself to encourage readers to contemplate what it means to be mad.

"Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -"

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" is Samuel Taylor Coleridge's longest poem, featuring rhythmic groupings of alliteration throughout. In the following excerpt, sun/sea/sea, beat/breast/bassoon, red/rose, and merry/minstrelsy are examples of alliterative devices.

"The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-'
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy."

In a Whispering Garden by Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy creates rhythm in his poem " In a Whispering Garden" by combining several examples of alliteration, such as the "s" sound in spirit, speaking, spell, spot, splendid, see, and soul. "Gaunt gray gallery" is another alliterative phrase that allows the reader to immediately conjure a visual image of the poem's setting.

"That whisper takes the voice
Of a Spirit, speaking to me,
Close, but invisible,
And throws me under a spell
At the kindling vision it brings;
And for a moment I rejoice,
And believe in transcendent things
That would make of this muddy earth
A spot for the splendid birth
Of everlasting lives,
Whereto no night arrives;
And this gaunt gray gallery
A tabernacle of worth
On this drab-aired afternoon,
When you can barely see
Across its hazed lacune
If opposite aught there be
Of fleshed humanity
Wherewith I may commune;
Or if the voice so near
Be a soul's voice floating here."

Alliteration in Children's Rhyme Poems

Tongue twisters can be a fun way to introduce children to alliteration, but they can be tricky to get right. Explore a few famous children's rhyme poems that include alliteration.

Peter Piper by John Harris

How quickly can you recite "Peter Piper" by John Harris? Probably not that quickly. It's easy for your tongue to get tripped up on the repeated "p" sound.

"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?"

Betty Botter by Carolyn Wells

Mother Goose poems typically contain a great deal of alliteration. Poems with alliteration can be easier to memorize, which is why adults are often able to easily recall the nursery rhymes associated with their childhood. Consider the alliteration of the "b" sounds in "Betty Botter" by Carolyn Wells.

"Betty Botter bought some butter
But she said the butter's bitter,
'If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter,
But a bit of better butter
Will make my batter better.'
So she bought some better butter
Better than the bitter butter,
And she put it in her batter
And her batter was not bitter,
So 'twas better Betty Botter
Bought a bit of better butter."

The Gnome, The Gnat & The Gnu by Shel Silverstein

Author Shel Silverstein frequently used alliteration in his poems for children to create a fanciful tone, even when it meant creating nonsense words. "The Gnome, The Gnat & The Gnu" repeats the "gn" sound throughout the verse.

"I saw an ol' gnome
Take a gknock at a gnat
Who was gnibbling the gnose of his gnu.
I said, 'Gnasty gnome,
Gnow, stop doing that.
That gnat aint done gnothing to you.'
He gnodded his gnarled ol' head and said,
'Til gnow I gnever gnew
That gknocking a gnat
In the gnoodle like that
Was gnot a gnice thing to do.'"

Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss

Famous for his tongue twisters, Dr. Seuss used alliteration to make his books fun to read and listen to. Read too quickly and you could find yourself tripping over your tongue. While you might consider Dr. Seuss's works literature, he used poetic techniques, like rhyme and repetition, to create his works. Therefore, you can also call his words poetry. Check out a famous passage from Fox in Socks and the way it uses alliterations like the/three, flea/flew and breeze/blue, among others.

"Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze.
That's what made these three free fleas sneeze."

Alliteration Makes Poems More Memorable

Alliteration is a creative tool that gives all types of poetry a memorable rhythm when recited. It's a fun way to play with words that brings out the imagination of both writer and reader while appealing to children and adults alike.

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Alliteration poems help bring words to life! Discover the power of alliteration in poetry, and gain a better understanding of just what alliteration is.

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A simile is an easy way to compare two things without a lot of explanation, perfect for the spare language of a poem. You'll recognize examples of simile poems because they will include comparisons using the words "like" or "as." As long as the comparison is one thing to another, whether or not the two are alike, you can consider it a simile.

Are you ready to get comparative and have some fun? Let's take a look at a variety of examples of simile poems and see if they'll inspire you to create some of your finest work yet.

Fun Simile Poems

Here is an example of a simile poem "Your Teeth" by Denise Rogers:

"Your teeth are like stars;

They come out at night.

They come back at dawn

When they're ready to bite."

Simile poems can be about any topic or emotion, and be silly or serious. Here's Denise Rogers again with "Your Feet." This time, she's having a little bit of fun.

"Your feet smell so bad

Just like limburger cheese

That I'm holding my nose tight

Between my two knees."

Simile poems aren't just about emotions. For example, an unknown author wrote this devotional simile poem to chocolate cake:

"Friends are like chocolate cake

You can never have too many.

Chocolate cake is like heaven -

Always amazing you with each taste or feeling.

Chocolate cake is like life with so many different pieces.

Chocolate cake is like happiness, you can never get enough of it."

Famous Simile Poems

A simile poem, or in this case, a classic nursery rhyme, that everyone may know is Twinkle Twinkle:

"Twinkle, twinkle little star,

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky."

In "A Lady" Amy Lowell brings the description of a woman to life with similes:

"You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir."

Robert Burns used similes to describe love beautifully in "A Red, Red Rose:"

"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."

"Simile" by N. Scott Momaday is one of the few poems where the entire poem is a simile, here comparing people to deer:

"What did we say to each other
that now we are as the deer
who walk in single file
with heads high
with ears forward
with eyes watchful
with hooves always placed on firm ground
in whose limbs there is latent flight"

"The Base Stealer" by Robert Francis is also chock full of similes:

"Poised between going on and back, pulled
Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker,
Fingertips pointing the opposites,
Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball
Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on,
Running a scattering of steps sidewise,
How he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases,

Taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird,

He's only flirting, crowd him, crowd him,
Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate-now!"

Poems depict all emotions. You can feel the fear and confusion in these lines from the simile poem "Greater Than That" by Joyce Garacci:

"Like a bruised, little bird

Too confused to fly,

I'm trapped, in a word,

So confined am I.

A captive, collared lion

Alone in its pen,

I'm pacin' and dyin'

In a manmade den.

For an eagle was not meant

To be locked in a cage,

Its life to be spent

Like a picture on a page."

Endless Ways to Convey Meaning

The beauty of poetry is that it offers endless ways to convey meaning to the world. Examples of simile poems will use "like" or "as" to make comparisons between two or more things. Being able to use similes in your poem will help clearly convey your message.

Don't forget, there are many other types of poetry examples: you've got free verse poems, ballad poems, and even long epic poems. Which one will ensconce your words as you prepare to share your thoughts with the world?

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Poets are charged with creating works that are highly evocative. They use images that demonstrate emotions and ideas, either literally or metaphorically. Creative language is one of the tools that the best poets employ to get a point across. Consonance, alliteration and rhyme are often discussed, but among the most evocative choices in poetry is the use of onomatopoeia.

Word That Mimic

Onomatopoeia is a fancy term for a word that mimics a sound. For example:

Onomatopoeia is often used by poets because it allows the reader to visualize the scene that they are setting up by creating a multi-sensory experience, all in words.

Memorable Onomatopoeia Poems

Morte D'Arthur

Alfred Lord Tennyson was one of the most famous poets of the Victorian Era, succeeding the great Romantic poet William Wordsworth as England's poet laureate. Lord Tennyson was widely known for his particularly effective use of language, which conjured up whimsy, mystery, and even sadness.

His medievalist poem, Morte D'Arthur, chronicles the death of the legendary King Arthur. The work is full of onomatopoeia.

"I heard the ripple washing in the reeds / And the wild water lapping on the crag" provides a rather stark visual of the rocky shores of Great Britain, the "ripple" washing and "lapping" carries much more vivid detail than simply saying "the waves rolled."

The phrase "the cock crew loud" uses an antiquated past-tense of the word "crow," which sounds like the noise a rooster makes.

The Bells and The Raven

Around the same time Tennyson wrote poetry in England, Edgar Allan Poe was doing the same in America. Poe's poetry is always filled with sensory detail, quite often unsettling and frightening.

The onomatopoetic "rapping" repeated so often in the poem "The Raven" is remembered by schoolchildren and adults alike for seemingly leading to an inexorable conclusion.

For example, in The Raven:

Many different words are used throughout the poem that are meant to be imitative of bell sounds and evocative of the emotions created by these bells.

The bell sounds are expressed throughout the poem as a "tinkle tinkle," a "tintinnabulation," a "jingling," and finally a "moaning and groaning," suggesting bells of various sizes and melodic properties.

Poe's poem The Bells is one of his most onomatopoetic. For example, in The Bells:

The Pied Piper of Hamelin

A popular fairy tale widely believed to be true is the tale of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, who supposedly led children away from their families in Germany during the Middle Ages.

The "shrill" noise of his pipe as being enchanting to the rats of different sizes (both "plodders" and "friskers," onomatopoetic terms) that the piper led out of the town.

Other onomatopoetic words that appear in the poem include "scrape," "munch," and "crunch," each enhancing the images of his poem with audible sounds.

Robert Browning, a poet who popularized the dramatic monologue, wrote an onomatopoetic poem about the pied piper. This poem depicts:

Cynthia in the Snow

Gwendolyn Brooks was an American author who wrote prominently during the years of the civil rights movement. An African-American, Brooks experienced many of the trials and tribulations associated with being black during a tumultuous time in the history of the United States.

The snow softly falling as it "hushes" and "shushes" the cars that drive in the street.

The snow "flitter-twitters" around in the girl's mind, before it "whitely whirs away."

She even personifies the snow, describing it as it "laughs."

She often poured these experiences into her poetry, which used particularly sensory language to depict a variety of different ideas, scenarios, and stories. She later became a Poet Laureate Consultant for her works.

Brooks' poem Cynthia in the Snow uses onomatopoeia to depict a girl's thoughts about the snow:

These onomatopoetic words also contain hints of alliteration, words that begin with the same sound.

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Poets are charged with creating works that are highly evocative. They use images that demonstrate emotions and ideas, either literally or metaphorically. Creative language is one of the tools that the best poets employ to get a point across. Consonance, alliteration and rhyme are often discussed, but among the most evocative choices in poetry is the use of onomatopoeia.

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Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that over-sprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

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BY FRAN HARAWAY
It's much too cold. The trees are lean

And leafless—not a sign of green.
Jack

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Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And an in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

From the fourth stanza:

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.
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A metaphor is a comparison between two things that states one thing is another, in order help explain an idea or show hidden similarities. Unlike a simile that uses "like" or "as" (you shine like the sun!), a metaphor does not use these two words. For example, in a famous line from Romeo and Juliet Romeo proclaims, "Juliet is the sun."

Metaphors are commonly used throughout all types of literature, but rarely to the extent that they are used in poetry. Let's take a look at a few examples of metaphors in poems, which will allow us to see why they lend themselves particularly well to this form of writing.

Famous Metaphors in Poems

Because poems are meant to impart complex images and feelings to a reader, metaphors often state comparisons more poignantly. Here are a few of the most famous metaphors ever used in poetry:

The Sun Rising

Metaphysical poet John Donne was well known for his use of metaphors. In this famous work "The Sun Rising," the speaker tells the sun that nothing else is as important in the world as him and his lover.

"She is all states, and all princes, I.

Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us; compared to this,

All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy."

In one of the most evocative metaphors in literature Donne is claiming that his lover is like every country in the world, and he every ruler - nothing else exists outside of them. Their love is so strong that they are the world and all else is fake.

Sonnet 18/Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

If there exists a poet who truly mastered the metaphor, that would be William Shakespeare. His poetical works and dramas all make extensive use of metaphors.

"Sonnet 18," also known as "Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day," is an extended analogy between the speaker's lover and the fairness of the summer.

"Thy eternal summer shall not fade."

Shakespeare is communicating that the speaker's lover will remain beautiful and vital, though perhaps only in memory, captured in this rhyming couplet:

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

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

Love, like summer, is a life-giving force, but both come to an end. However, the poet's love and lover will live on as long as people read this poem.

When I Have Fears

The romantic poet John Keats suffered great loss in his life. His father died in an accident and he lost his mother and brother to tuberculosis. When he began displaying signs of tuberculosis himself at 22, he wrote "When I Have Fears," a poem rich with metaphors concerning life and death.

"Before high piled books, in charactery,

Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain."

In the example above, Keats employs a double metaphor. Writing poetry is implicitly compared with reaping and sowing, and that reaping and sowing represents the emptiness of a life unfulfilled creatively.

Keats' metaphor extends throughout the poem, the image of books of poetry unwritten stacked on the shelves of the imagination leading to an inexorable conclusion:

"On the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink."

The end of his life is represented here as a shore where he stands and meditates until he forgets the sorrows of his too-short existence.

Metaphors

Sylvia Plath's poem "Metaphors" takes a close and ambiguous look at her pregnancy through, unsurprisingly, several incongruous metaphors.

"An elephant, a ponderous house

A melon strolling on two tendrils."

This is a playful way to describe the shape of her body as a pregnant woman.

"I've eaten a bag of green apples,

Boarded the train there's no getting off."

Some believe these lines are a metaphor for her fear of childbirth, or perhaps the realization that being pregnant is only the start and she must now become a mother.

Hope Is the Thing with Feathers

In this poem, Emily Dickinson uses a metaphor to compare hope to a bird. She personifies hope as having feathers and perching in the soul, singing without end. Most people can relate to the feeling of hope; it lifts us up, stirring feelings of freedom and levity.

"Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all."

Dickinson focuses on the notion of hope because, even in times of tribulation, it may be the very thing that gets us through.

Paint Your Poetry with Metaphors

While poetry is an expression of self, it's also meant to make the reader ponder new perspectives. Metaphors are the perfect way to leave certain ideas open to interpretation while creating a new reality.

If you're introducing children to this form of expression, take a look at Metaphor Examples for Kids. It'll be a great way to help them learn how to paint pictures with their words, too.

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Hyperbole is the use of over-exaggeration to create emphasis or humor. It's not intended to be taken literally. Rather, it's supposed to drive a point home and make the reader understand just how much the writer felt in that moment.

Throughout the ages, hyperbole has appeared in poetry time and time again. If you can't be dramatic in poetry, where can you? Hyperbole helps express ever-lasting love, a broken heart, or feelings of despair in an amplified tone.

So, without further ado, lets' take a look at 10 effervescent examples of hyperbole in poems and watch these famous masters turn up the heat on any given emotion.

Hyperbole in Poetry

From the Grecian master, Homer, to the modern day Shel Silverstein, here's how some of the greats expressed their hyperbolic imagination:

Homer loved using hyperbole in his epics. In The Iliad, he said the god Mars cried out "as loudly as nine or ten thousand men." Surely, one man could never generate that much noise, but it must've been a cry that Mars felt from the very depths of his heart.

Andrew Marvell was a 17th century metaphysical English poet that often used hyperbole in his writing. One famous example comes from To His Coy Mistress: A hundred years should go to praise / Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; / Two hundred to adore each breast; / But thirty thousand to the rest."
Surely, he loved this woman and could look at her for ages. Thirty thousand years might be pushing it, but we can certainly feel how much he treasured her.

Have you ever heard the expression, "The shot heard 'round the world?" It's a hyperbole that refers to the beginning of the American Revolution. It comes from a poem written by Ralph Waldo Emerson called The Concord Hymn.
"Here once the embattled farmers stood / And fired the shot heard round the world."
Although the shot wasn't heard on the other side of the globe, those who were in its near presence understood its gravity.

In A Red, Red, Rose by Robert Burns, the narrator says he'll love his bonnie lass until "the seas go dry, the sun melts rocks, and the sands of life come to an end."
It seems like Burns felt a love similar to our friend Marvell. Just like Marvell won't quite be able to love for 30,000 years, Burns was unlikely to see the seas go dry in his lifetime. But, he sure did love his woman.

W.H. Auden was an American poet who often used hyperbole. In his poem, As I Walked Out One Evening, he wrote, "I'll love you, dear, I'll love you / Till China and Africa meet, / And the river jumps over the mountain / And the salmon sing in the street."
These men knew how to love. Here, Auden's expressing his everlasting love for a woman and, although China and Africa are as likely to touch borders as America and Australia, the exaggeration says it all. At no point will he stop loving her.

William Wordsworth wrote in I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud, "Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in a never-ending line along the margin of a bay. Ten thousand I saw at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance."
Wordsworth is reflecting upon a long row of daffodils he saw. Although they were plentiful and beautiful, it's unlikely they were quite as expansive as the milky way.

Shel Silverstein is adored by readers around the globe because of the manner in which he could draw people into the pages. In Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out, the main character was said to have allowed the garbage to pile up to the ceiling, and after that, "The garbage rolled on down the halls, It raised the roof, it broke the walls." And, eventually, "The garbage reached across the state, From New York to the Golden Gate." Unlikely, right? But she sure was delinquent in her chores!

James Tate was another man madly in love. In Poem to Some of My Recent Poems, he claimed his beloved could "scorch you with her radiance." Have you ever met a woman so beautiful, she left little burn marks on your skin?

In The Portrait by Stanley Kunitz, the narrator recalls a time his mother hit him as a child. It reads, "In the sixty-fourth year, I can feel my cheek still burning." Thankfully, no slap, no matter how hard or how unwarranted, would carry a sting, decades later.

In Billy Collins' Forgetfulness, whatever the narrator is trying to recall had "floated away down a dark mythological river." Have you ever seen a river carrying thoughts and ideas? What an interesting notion. Indeed, Collins was feeling some frustration over not being able to recall something.

In life, we're probably not supposed to be overly dramatic. At least, not too often. But therein lies the beauty of the written word. We can paint scenes on the scale of epic poems and be as dramatic as we want about that thing we can't pull down from our memories.

As you continue to put pen to paper and create entire universes with your words, we hope you'll have some more fun with these Examples of Hyperbole in Literature.

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Hyperbole is the use of over-exaggeration to create emphasis or humor. It's not intended to be taken literally. Rather, it's supposed to drive a point home and make the reader understand just how much the writer felt in that moment. Throughout the ages, hyperbole has appeared in poetry time and time again.

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By Debra L. Brown
"My temperature is high,
what ever shall I do?
Oh my! Oh my!
I think I will die.
What ever shall I do?"
Kevin

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-crazy-flu

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Assonance poems are abundant in literature. Assonance is one of the more difficult techniques to master when writing poetry. Assonance occurs when vowels are repeated in words that are close to each other.

Literary Devices in Prose and Poetry

There are three literary devices found in prose and poetry. These are:

Consonance - repeating the final consonant sounds of words. Writers usually focus on the accented syllables or the more important words to use in this technique.

Alliteration - repetition of the first sounds of words that are fairly close together. A common example of alliteration is the tongue twister.

Assonance - repetition of vowel sounds to set the mood or add to the meaning of the word.

Assonance Poems: Changing the Mood

The way you use assonance can change the mood of the poem:

Long vowel sounds will decrease the energy at that point in the poem and make the mood more serious.

Higher vowel sounds will increase the energy and lighten the mood.

The first of the examples of assonance poems is an excerpt from Bells by Edgar Allan Poe:

From the second stanza:

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And an in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

From the fourth stanza:

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Poe used assonance in El Dorado as well:

"Gaily bedight,

A gallant night

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of El Dorado.

But he grew old -

This knight so bold -

And - o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like El Dorado."

Next in the examples of assonance poems is an excerpt from The Feast Of Famine by Robert Louis Stevenson:

From folk that sat on the terrace and drew out the even long

Sudden crowings of laughter, monotonous drone of song;

The quiet passage of souls over his head in the trees;

And from all around the haven the crumbling thunder of seas."

Farewell, my home," said Rua. "Farewell, O quiet seat!

To-morrow in all your valleys the drum of death shall beat.

The Master: Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe was a master of all these literary techniques; consonance, alliteration, and assonance.

In this excerpt from the poem The Raven note the "i" and "ur" sound used in assonance, the "s" sound used in consonance, and the "r" and "s" sound used in alliteration at the beginning of words:

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

Assonance in the Works of William Wordsworth

The World Is Too Much with Us by William Wordsworth is yet another example of the use of assonance as a literary tool in poetry:

"So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn."

William Wordsworth used assonance frequency and another examples can be seen in his poem Daffodils

"I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."

Assonance in the Works of Robert Frost

Robert Frost was an American poet who lived from 1874-1963. Many of his poems made use of colloquial language. They also made use of assonance. Consider these two examples:

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

"He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

Other Examples of Assonance in Poetry

Finding assonance poems isn't a challenge, since so many authors embraced this literary tool to help create rhythm and cadence in their poetry. Consider the following examples by some well-known and respected poets:

The Lotus-Eaters by Alfred Lord Tennyson

There is sweet music here that softer falls

Than petals from blown roses on the grass,

Or night-dews on still waters between walls

Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,

Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;

Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.

Here are cool mosses deep,

And thro' the moss the ivies creep,

And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,

And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,

And the day is loud with voices speaking,

Yet there isn't a train goes by all day

But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,

Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,

But I see its cinders red on the sky,

And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,

And better friends I'll not be knowing;

Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,

No matter where it's going.

Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

"Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,

Whether the summer clothe the general earth

With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing

Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch

Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch

Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall

Heard only in the trances of the blast,

Or if the secret ministry of frost

Shall hang them up in silent icicles,

Quietly shining to the quiet Moon."

Fun with Assonance

Assonance doesn't have to be used by serious poets only. To finish off the examples of assonance poems, consider this fun little ditty by Dr. Suess that entertains children everywhere.

Upon an island hard to reach,

The East Beast sits upon his beach.

Upon the west beach sits the West Beast.

Each beach beast thinks he's the best beast.

Which beast is best?...Well, I thought at first,

That the East was best and the West was worst.

Then I looked again from the west to the east

And I liked the beast on the east beach least.

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Assonance poems are abundant in literature. Assonance is one of the more difficult techniques to master when writing poetry. Assonance occurs when vowels are repeated in words that are close to each other. There are three literary devices found in prose and poetry. These are: Consonance - repeating the final consonant sounds of words.

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Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a cow
E-I-E-I-O
With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there
Here a moo, there a moo
Everywhere a moo moo
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

Justin

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Kiran

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Angela

The river makes his way alongthe mountain path he chooses      Shamelessly eroding rocks,  as on his way he cruises.      Starting at a steady pace,                he’s happy to go slowAnd meanwhile smaller tributaries     come to join the flow.Then he descends the mountain        as excitedly he speeds     Splishing, splashing, tumbling,             while onwards he proceeds.            Then all at once the heady heights                            encourage him to dive…                            Enthusiasm leads the way,                                                                   the                                                                        w                                                                        a                                                                         t                                                                         e                                                                         r                                                                          f                                                                          a                                                                           l                                                                            l                                                                         arrives!                                                                 Acrobatic,                                                            somersaulting,                                                                                  D                                                                                   I                                                                                   V                                                                                    I                                                                                   N                                                                                    G                                              As                                 From                                                     t r i b                    The top                                                                                                              u                 The river reaches base with one                                                                    t                          almighty belly flop!                                                                      a                       His bubbling intensity                                                                         r i e            Soon begins to show…                                                                                s   contribute, so he begins to grow                                                                                          Swiftly riding on the rocks,                                                                                            He weaves his way along.                                                                                         Passing through the estuary                                                                                     But keen to carry on.                                                                               Then finally, his destination                                                                         Comes within his view; the sea                                                            is beckoning from waters deep and oh so blue…                                                       So finally, what started as a river’s gentle motion                                              Is all  encapsulated  in  the  wide  and  mighty  ocean.

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Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And an in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

From the fourth stanza:

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

By: Audrey

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Poe

"Gaily bedight,

A gallant night

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of El Dorado.

But he grew old -

This knight so bold -

And - o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like El Dorado."

By: Larissa

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MAYA ANGELOU
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
Jonathan Xu

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Kiran

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At the edge of life one day I’ll stand
And then will face that great divide,
With clouded vision to view a far off land
From this appointment I cannot hide.
james

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Down Behind the Dustbin by Michael Rosen

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Down Behind the Dustbin by Michael Rosen

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Azuo

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Ding-a-ling the bells rang
Guns went bark and dogs bang
Then, chirp chirp the cats sang
I'd escaped the chain gang

james

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Kiran

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Being official in exchanging information,
With traditional language,
Small in size yet with clarity,
Including comparatively complex details.
There is no consideration between the reader and me,
And being official I have to follow a definite structure.

james

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Currently, they're estranged. The state
Of their union has become a lopsided scale
A seesaw going up, down, up, down
Their marriage, like water never seeking
Its own level. One gives, and the other takes

james

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jason

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Kiran

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Cinder GirlAn ember sparked will softly glow,and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.I once was cinder, sparked by you,first timid. . . till the flames...  j .   jean

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Cinder GirlAn ember sparked will softly glow,and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.I once was cinder, sparked by you,first timid. . . till the flames...  j .   jean

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This life, a rough-and-tumble roadblock
       We have no choice but to trudge through
         A razor's edge we all walk, day by day
            Not knowing when it will trip us up
                     And it will, inevitably
            This life, a vast rugged terrain
                   A bed of roses, it is not
            Oftentimes it does knock us down
                     But not for long
           Whenever we fall flat on our faces
              We always rise up in one piece
        There is no excuse to lie on the ground
            As though it's a comfortable bed
     So whenever you tumble and fall in the dirt
            Rise like the Phoenix that you are
            Rise to your feet, instantaneously
                         Dust yourself off
                   And keep soldiering on!

james

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By Black Ice
Sorrow flows from the first sunrise
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before
At core death awaits

Gracie

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Shelby Greer
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.
They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife,
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside,
This was the day this cupcake died.
Applae

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-life-of-a-cupcake

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jason

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I don’t know that Time
can be measured in time--
I mean, sometimes we
run out of time
before we realize
the clock is ticking…
so, maybe we should
just give it away from
the get-go;
few would turn it down
having come to the same
understanding as ourselves
as to the purpose
of its true value--
as God knew right from
the beginning, to see any
good and lasting change
seems to require an
eternity….

james

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Kiran

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O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again

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O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again

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JAMES LAUGHLIN
How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a love cave around her face. Return and return again.

How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.

How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes played like little tunnies. Return and return again.

How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of her childhood. Return and return again.

How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.

How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like two spoons. Return and return again.

How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they had ever seen. Return and return again.

O best of all nights, return and return again.

Jonathan Xu

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O Cauldron, don’t distressFor those who put you in trouble,Under the sky, below the heather;Whose bones and blood, now dry and dust,O Cauldron, don’t distress.

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O Cauldron, don’t distressFor those who put you in trouble,Under the sky, below the heather;Whose bones and blood, now dry and dust,O Cauldron, don’t distress.

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Jacob

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They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

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Friend and foe
You cuddle
Water you guzzle
When it drizzles you puddle
When you clap it quakes, rumbles

james

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BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
Jack

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Kiran

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A baby mole got to feeling big,
And wanted to show how he could dig;
So he plowed along in the soft, warm dirt
Till he hit something hard, and it surely hurt!

Justin

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How do I mend this broken heart,When my entire world has fallen apart?How do I find hope in a brand new day, When the one I love has broken me away?My mind overflows with memories of you, Of all that we've sharedAnd all that we knew.I long for your touch and your warm embrace,The look in your eyes, The smile on your face.My nightmares are filled with your soft gentle kiss.I wake and cry, for all that I miss. How do I mend this broken heart, When my one true love and I are apart?Our moments together were a precious few,Friday fright night had a sacred hue. Those hazy nights with you meant more than you know. I loved you then and I always will, Even though you broke my heart and threw it away. Twice I recall, but I said it was okay. Can't you see I love you still? One night of star staring on a small dry hill.You promised you'd never leave me, Not once, not again, But trusting you was twice the sin. You can tell me you're sorry because I'm dumb to believe The words from your mouth are sacred to me.You cut me with love not for all to see, You killed with pain the heart inside of me. Rhythmic actions of heart break were made, But you hypnotized me with your so called love haze. Call me blind, But he told me his prescription of love could help me see. I saw alright, the monster you became, Making me cry from relentless shame.Lies were told and I became an image of you,But my appearance was the same. I bit the the love curb, but my neck did not break.You were stuck with the monster that your untrue love helped make. A creature I was called, You no longer knew my name, It's better that way, but darling it's a bitch I became.Next time don't cheat and lie on the monster you make, For she is smart and she will learn your ways. Did you forget I became exactly like you? I was only as good as gum on your DC shoe. I notice the little things.I know, I told you, So why'd you believe my threats were untrue?I'll make your life hell.It's called revenge, my sweet. Don't be surprised when you wake up missing teeth.I'm not so innocent when you've broken my heart. Are you sorry yet for the hurt that you caused? Are you scared yet, because this plan has no pause. I hope that you feel my pain and so much worse, And I finally realized his love was a curse.

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How do I mend this broken heart,When my entire world has fallen apart?How do I find hope in a brand new day, When the one I love has broken me away?My mind overflows with memories of you, Of all that we've sharedAnd all that we knew.I long for your touch and your warm embrace,The look in your eyes, The smile on your face.My nightmares are filled with your soft gentle kiss.I wake and cry, for all that I miss. How do I mend this broken heart, When my one true love and I are apart?Our moments together were a precious few,Friday fright night had a sacred hue. Those hazy nights with you meant more than you know. I loved you then and I always will, Even though you broke my heart and threw it away. Twice I recall, but I said it was okay. Can't you see I love you still? One night of star staring on a small dry hill.You promised you'd never leave me, Not once, not again, But trusting you was twice the sin. You can tell me you're sorry because I'm dumb to believe The words from your mouth are sacred to me.You cut me with love not for all to see, You killed with pain the heart inside of me. Rhythmic actions of heart break were made, But you hypnotized me with your so called love haze. Call me blind, But he told me his prescription of love could help me see. I saw alright, the monster you became, Making me cry from relentless shame.Lies were told and I became an image of you,But my appearance was the same. I bit the the love curb, but my neck did not break.You were stuck with the monster that your untrue love helped make. A creature I was called, You no longer knew my name, It's better that way, but darling it's a bitch I became.Next time don't cheat and lie on the monster you make, For she is smart and she will learn your ways. Did you forget I became exactly like you? I was only as good as gum on your DC shoe. I notice the little things.I know, I told you, So why'd you believe my threats were untrue?I'll make your life hell.It's called revenge, my sweet. Don't be surprised when you wake up missing teeth.I'm not so innocent when you've broken my heart. Are you sorry yet for the hurt that you caused? Are you scared yet, because this plan has no pause. I hope that you feel my pain and so much worse, And I finally realized his love was a curse.

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Alfred Tennyson
I heard the ripple washing in the reeds
And the wild water lapping on the crag
Jonathan Xu

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Kelly Roper

Whoosh.. Boom!
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Ooo! Ah!

Whoosh... Boom!
Sqeal, squeal, squeal.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Whoosh... Boom!
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
Oh! Ah! Ooo!

Boom, boom, boom-a-da-boom!
Boom-a-da-boom, boom, boom!
Ooo, ah, oh, ooo, aaaaah!

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The day the stranger came, we bade
goodbye to our mad sanity,
Our high hopes for humanity
traipsed off in treachery’s parade.

james

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I’m bigger than the entire earth

More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have tried
Not one could ever stop me.
I control each person with my hand
and hold up fleets of ships.
I can make them bend to my will
with one word from my lips.
I’m the greatest power in the world
in this entire nation.
No one should ever try to stop
a child’s imagination.

Audrey 5C

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O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43682/the-sick-rose
Justin

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Denise Rodgers
I’d love to take a poem to lunch
or treat it to a wholesome brunch
of fresh cut fruit and apple crunch.
I’d spread it neatly on the cloth
beside a bowl of chicken broth
and watch a mug of root beer froth.
Jacob

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By Bill Keen

What does it take to shut down the dialers
who feed on our ears and our patience?
O What does it take?
How can we shut down the pleas for support,
the electric voices that bother our phones
just as we sit down for dinner?
What does it take?
Why say there’s no hope?

James

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Michele Meleen
Friends are like the stars in the sky,
always there even when you can't see them.

They shine brightly in dark times,
guiding me as the North Star does for travelers.

In daylight, they blend in,
a natural part of my every day.

Jacob

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We're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.

Uh-oh!
Grass. Long wavy grass.

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy!
Justin

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© Summer Sager

I am angry...

You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.

At this point in time I didn't know who or what you turned me into,
But you made it impossible to get through days without you.

You had control of my body now, and if I didn't choose you,
you made me feel so sick to where I was helpless, not knowing what to do.

By now I started doing the things I swore I would never do,
lying and stealing off the people who didn't mean a thing to you.

You had me convinced that throughout my life you were determined to stay,
that I did not have that option of turning and walking away.

Before you know it, everyone I loved saw this side of me that was hurting them inside.
Every time they questioned, I did what you taught me to do...lie.

I wanted to let you go and get you out of my way,
so scared to tell someone, imagining what they would say.

Don't want to be judged, it was a decision I would have to make,
but I've wasted so much time; it was a little too late.

Being put in jail was something I knew it was going to come down to,
but it made me free of relief knowing that I could not get to you.

It was a struggle, but a worthwhile fight
because now I am in control and you are out of my life.

Being sober turned me into the person I've always wanted to be,
and that was the one day you were praying I would never see.

Now I am doing the good things I never imagined myself to do,
and proudly I can say I am doing them without you.

But I still love You

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/dear-heroin-addicted-to-heroin

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Mother goose

Hey diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Jonathan Xu

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Mighty Oak
Stand tall, oh mighty oak, for all the world to see.
Your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.
Though storm clouds hover above you,
Your branches span the sky

Source:

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/other/metaphor/

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BY MARY MAPES DODGE
Fire in the window! flashes in the pane!

Fire on the roof-top! blazing weather-vane!

Turn about, weather-vane! put the fire out!

The sun’s going down, sir, I haven’t a doubt.
Jack

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Audrey 5c

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look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me.
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.

It tells of my youth and girlish ways, my adolescents and my young womans dreams.

It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/choosing-the-mask
Jacob

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By Alan Balter
Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass
An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass
It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight
Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

A

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O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43682/the-sick-rose
Sissi Yin

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Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

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Denise Rogers

Your teeth are like stars;

They come out at night.

They come back at dawn

When they're ready to bite.

Jonathan Xu

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by Olivia Kooker

If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
Winter would spend the night by sitting in the snow waiting for morning so children could come out to play.

--------Gillian

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By Patricia A Stephens
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
And landed in her beer...

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/
James

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BY JEAN TOOMER
Pour O pour that parting soul in song,

O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,

Into the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,

And let the valley carry it along.

And let the valley carry it along.
Jack

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We're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.

Uh-oh!
Grass. Long wavy grass.

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy!

We're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.

Uh-oh!
A river! A deep, cold river.

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Splash splosh! Splash splosh! Splash splosh!

Jason

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Azuo

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By Olivia Kooker
If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
Winter would spend the night by sitting in the snow waiting for morning so children could come out to play.
Eily Jin

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Anonymous
Rain races onto the porch
Hitting hard like
Rockets rushing in a race to the glass.
Rattling rain, rattling the window panes.
The droplets dance daintily
Until they cleverly connect in
A pool of promise for a rainbow.

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by Edgar Allan Poe

Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!

-------Gillian

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By Ogden Nash
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/
James

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By Michel Rosen

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it!

MIKE X

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Shakespear

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

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

Jonathan Xu