Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Poetic Devices

Poetic Devices

Rhyme: Time to Rise
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window-sill
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you shamed you sleepy-head?"
- by Robert Louis Stevenson

Alliteration: Tigers
Tim the terrifying tiger
Tiptoes through tangled trees
His twitching tail thumping
His terrible teeth terrifying turtles
Who tumble away

Onomatopoeia: In the Kitchen
The taps go plip, plop!
The saucepan goes stir, slop!
The knives and forks go rattle, clatter!
The baby goes pitter, patter!
The phone goes ring, ting!
The microwave goes beep, ting!

Simile: The Garden
In spring, the garden wakes
From its long-lasting sleep;
In summer all the veggies come
With their colours so deep
In fall the garden is
A great, leaf-covered floor;
In winter, like a bed of snow
That will awake no more

Metaphor: A Friend
A friend is a golden stone
A friend is a nice cold ice block on a hot day
A friend is powerful and strong
A friend is a nice song
A friend is a strong rope
A friend sticks with you thick and thin

Hyperbole: The Dirtiest Man In The World
Oh, I'm Dirty Dan, the world's dirtiest man
I never have taken a shower
I can't see my shirt - it's so covered with dirt
And my ears have enough to grow flowers

Personification: April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain
- by Langston Hughes

Symbolism: Thanksgiving
A mountain of baby carrots
A turkey the size of a cow
A river full of gravy
A dog that says meow
Every pie known to man
And gallons full of ice cream
By the time my dinner is over
I surely won't be lean

Imagery: Preludes
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways
Six o' clock
The burnt-out ends of smoky days
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves above your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps
And then the lighting of the lamps
- by T.S Eliot

Free Verse: Feelings, Now
Some kind of attraction that is neither
Animal, vegetable, nor mineral, a power not
Solar, fusion, or magnetic
And it is all in my head that
I could see into his
And find myself sitting there
- by Katherine Foreman

The evening grosbeak on the lawn
Will turn his back on us, move on
With his wide family and those friends
We thought were ours. That's how it ends.
If it's been good, be glad it's been;
It won't be. The cold shoulder's in.
We must make do, once summer's done,
With our faith weather friends or none

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Words that catch your eyes
Sounds that captivate

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