Rhymes
The sun, the moon and the stars
The moon is the world's security guard
but he only works at night
the stars are like his employees
making sure everything goes right
the sun is like the boss first to work, last to go
but where he goes when he gets off the world will never know
Alliteration
Soft
smooth snowfalls
silently from the sky.
The snow is so silvery and small.
Slowly you slip and slide
on the snow
Onomatopoeia
When The Lights Go OutThe door went creak
In the still of the night
The floor went bump
Oh what a fright
All of a sudden, we heard a chime
The grandfather clock
was keeping good time
We turned down a hallway and heard a loud crash
It seems that someone had dropped all the trash
So many sounds when the lights go out
It’s enough to make you scream and shout!
Simile
Rainbow
Struggles and success,
Sufferings and happiness,
Dreams and Goals building to life;
Like colours of the rainbow making light.
Metaphor
My love is a box
That is deep as the ocean.
My heart is a crater
Waiting to be filled.
My stomach,
Impatiently waiting for your response,
Is a group of drunken butterflies
Struggling to take flight.
What will you tell me?
Are you - my love?
Imagery
Christy didn't like to spend money.
She was no Scrooge,
but she seldom purchased anything except the bare necessities
-Charles Dicken,Christmas carol
Rhythm
Rainbow
Struggles and success,
Sufferings and happiness,
Dreams and Goals building to life;
Like colours of the rainbow making light.
Metaphor
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
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.
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.”
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”
–Emily Dickinson
Hyperbole
My Love
My love is a box
That is deep as the ocean.
My heart is a crater
Waiting to be filled.
My stomach,
Impatiently waiting for your response,
Is a group of drunken butterflies
Struggling to take flight.
What will you tell me?
Are you - my love?
Personification
Dinnertime Chorus
The teapot sang as the water boiled
The ice cubes cackled in their glass
the teacups chattered to one another.
While the chairs were passing gas
The gravy gurgled merrily
As the oil danced in a pan.
Oh my dinnertime chorus
What a lovely, lovely clan!
The ice cubes cackled in their glass
the teacups chattered to one another.
While the chairs were passing gas
The gravy gurgled merrily
As the oil danced in a pan.
Oh my dinnertime chorus
What a lovely, lovely clan!
Symbolism
Cinquain Fourteen
Lost
under pile
of red tape
hoping I will
be found
Free Verse
Barely tolerated, living on the margin
In our technological society, we were always having to be rescued
On the brink of destruction, like heroines in Orlando Furioso
Before it was time to start all over again.
There would be thunder in the bushes, a rustling of coils,…….
The whole thing might not, in the end, be the only solution……..
Came plowing down the course, just to make sure everything was O.K.…
About how to receive this latest piece of information.
On a starry winter night in Portugal
Where the ocean kissed the southern shore
There a dream I never thought would come to pass
Came and went like time spent through an hourglass
-Teena Marie, “Portuguese Love”Allusion
Christy didn't like to spend money.
She was no Scrooge,
but she seldom purchased anything except the bare necessities
-Charles Dicken,Christmas carol
Rhythm
From:
Because I Could Not Stop For Death, by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
Compiled by Nadia Begum Nainish
