Poems with Figurative Language by Lauren Spence Scott

WATER

2018-04-04 14:24:47 UTC

Water is a magic potion, it can fill a glass, an ocean, raging raver, tiny tear, drops of dew that disappear. water often spells suprises
with its changing forms and sizes,
rain and snow, ponds and brooks
water has so many looks,
sounds and moods and colors- yet
in every shape, its always WET!
Joan Bransfield Graham
dil

Fireworks

2018-04-04 14:26:01 UTC

-Zoe-
Emerald glitter
fills the sky;
a thousand dashing
dragon eyes
sparkle! flash!
spiral,
climb--
leaping,
leaving Earth
behind.
Roman candles
sizzle,
shatter,
diamonds dazzle,
rubies
scatter,
spilling silver
stars of fire--
blasting bits
of copper wire.
Sapphires crumble
in the sky,
tinsel
tumbles
down to die,
onto city streets
and roads;
CRACKLE--
POP!
The sky
explodes!

This poem uses metaphors.

The shy speechless sound

2018-04-04 14:26:20 UTC

The shy speechless sound of a fruit falling from its tree, and around it the silent music of the forest, unbroken...
-Osip Mandelstam
- Translated by Clarence Brown
The figurative language is "The shy speechless sound of a fruit falling from its tree" which is a metaphor.

MY BACKPACK WEIGHS A THOUSAND POUNDS

2018-04-04 14:26:47 UTC

Atticus Parker

my backpack weighs a thousand pounds,

its fatter than a cow!
I dont know how I carry it,
but do it anyhow.
its filled with books and papers
that my teacher says I need--
she never lets me lighten it,
no matter how I plead.

Sometimes it tips me backward,
its a wonder I dont fall.
Sometimes I have to stop and rest
and lean against a wall.
I tell you, from experience,
its not alot of fun
when you have to lug a backpack
thats about a half a ton.

This Poem uses Metaphors!

enemy

2018-04-04 14:29:44 UTC

little dog barks and chases the noisy enemy around the house until the vacuum learns its lesson and stops growling

metaphor

---Kristin O'Connell goerge

Outside/ Inside

2018-04-04 14:29:49 UTC

Outside, the sky is cracking, The leaves are snapping, The flag is slapping. Inside, we are coloring maps. Outside, the wires are strumming, The air is humming, A storm is coming. Inside, we are doing the states. Outside, I would shout at the wind, I would twirl, dance, and spin, Feel the rain against my skin. Inside, I am making Michigan blue.

The Field Trip The bus engine roared like a dinosaur as we clambered on board and took the first seats we could find matthew thought he had time for the bathroom but somehow we left him behind pete put a beetle down elonors back he just did not think she would mind and tyler threw alex's new coat out the window when alex said something unkind ...

2018-04-04 14:32:13 UTC

CROCODILE TEARS

2018-04-04 14:33:34 UTC

oh, crocodile poor crocodillo
cried so hard you soaked your pillow
kept it up for such a while
that's how we got the river Nile
-Joan Bransfield Graham
dil

Gardener

2018-04-04 14:35:20 UTC

I plant tulips
Little dog plants a bone

I pull up weeds.
Little dog unplants
one marigold
and three pansies

Gertrude

2018-04-04 14:35:27 UTC

When I hear Marian Anderson sing, I am a Stuffless kind of thing. Heart is like the flying air. I cannot find it any where. Fingers tingle. I am cold and warm and young and very old. But most,I am a stuffless thing when I hear Marian Anderson sing.

I like

2018-04-04 14:35:43 UTC

I like soda I like milk I like satin I like silk I like puppies I like kittens I like mittens I like apples I like pears i like tigers I like bears I like to slid I like to swing we don't agree on anything. I like yellow I like blue I like pizza I like stew I like summer I like spring we don't agree on anything. there's something else I like to do but if I like it you will not like it you will not. there's something else I like too but you won't like it if I do tell me yours and I'll tell you mine I like reading yes I do why reading was mine what I picked too.

Lark

2018-04-04 14:36:01 UTC

Hema
He goes up like a yo-yo
dipping and rising
in the tremendous distance
of the sky.

You hear his song, first,
tumbling and ecstatic...
bravely he manages
to sing and fly

at the same moment.
Pockets of breath sustain him--
a tiny weight
on an invisible string

that climbs
till it is out of sight, and only
music remains ----
as if the air

could sing.
~ Jean Kenward
One figurative language is "He goes up like a yo-yo" which is a metaphor.

Elvis

2018-04-04 14:36:20 UTC

Krishiv

He wiggles and jiggles
and dances around.
He swings to the music
with a Rock 'n' Roll sound.
His ears look like sideburns.
His fur's long and black
And sometimes I wonder
if Elvis is black.
This has a smiles.

By

My Birthday

2018-04-04 14:36:32 UTC

-Kiran-
My heart is like a flying bird,
that sings a silly tune.
My heart is like a rocket ship,
that rushes to the moon.
My heart is like a big parade,where horns and trumpets play.
My heart is gladder than all these--
My birthday is today!

Make me a yummy chocolate cake- with fancy frosting too.
Wrap me a present in silver and red-
a special one from you. Sing me the "Happy Birthday" song
and i will clap with glee--
For everyone can see I am
a one-year-older me!

this poem uses metaphors

hello and good-bye

2018-04-04 14:36:52 UTC

hello and good-bye hello and good-bye

when i'm in a swing swinging low and then high, good-bye to the ground hello to the sky

hello to the rain good-bye to the sun, then hello to the sun again
when the rain is all done.

in blows the winter,
away the birds fly. good-bye hello hello good-bye

2018-04-04 14:41:24 UTC

ittle dog barks and chases the noisy enemy around the house until the vacuum learns its lesson and stops growling metaphor ---Kristin O'Connell goerge

August

2018-04-04 14:43:42 UTC

Benjamin
The sprinkler twirls. The summer wanes. The pavement wears popsicle stains. The playground grass is worn to dust. The weary swings creak, creak with rust. The trees are bored wit being green. some people leave The local scene And go to seaside bungalows and take off nearly all their clothes
This poem uses persifacation

Monkey

2018-04-04 14:44:46 UTC

TROUBLE, FLY

2018-04-04 14:45:05 UTC

FLY LIK3 SMOKE FROM A CHIMNEY.
FLY LIKE THE WHISTLE FROM TRAIN.
FLY FAR,FARRRRR
away from my family
mumbling in their sleep