Saturday, 17 January 2015

Different types of poetic devices and their examples

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 troubleThey 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 had died.Source: Alliteration :
“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought / I summon up remembrance of
things past” (Shakespeare, “Sonnet 30”).
Cynthia in the SnowIt SUSHES.It hushesThe loudness in the road.It flitter-twitters,And laughs away from me.It laughs a lovely whiteness,And whitely whirs away,To be,Some otherwhere,Still white as milk or shirts.So beautiful it hurts.Simile
“Friends are like chocolate cakeYou can never have too many.Chocolate cake is like heaven .Always amazing you with each taste or feelingChocolate cake is like life with so many different pieces.Chocolate cake is like happiness, you can never get enough of it.”- Unknown
On a Snowy DayEveryone looks like snowmen.So much snow that it’s like walking up to heaven.The fireplace is aglow like a giant’s oven.Our cups of hot chocolate are piledTo the roof of the houseWith marshmallows.We scurry in the house, a bunch of  hurried mice,On a snow day.-
A cat named Joe
There's a cat named Joe and you wouldn't want to knowBut he thinks he'd like to be a HippopotamusAnd it sounds very strange, and he really wants to changeAnd in that way he's just like a lot of usOh, it wouldn't be so bad if he was certified as madBut he's not... he holds a normal conversationIt's just that within he's in a different kind of skinAnd it causes him a lot of botheration-
To the Moon(The moon represents fatigue, loneliness, useless labor and unrequited love )Art thou pale for wearinessOf climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth,—And ever-changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object worth its constancy?A ferry shows dying in A. E. Housman’s “XXIII”Crossing alone the nighted ferryWith the one coin for fee,Whom, on the wharf of Lethe waiting,Count you to find? Not me-Percy Bysshe ShelleyMetaphor
SONNET 18Shall 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: Sometime 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 thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor 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. Imagery
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers
-Mary Oliver
Free Verse
After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

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