Poetic Devices

Poem with rhyme
I hate the snow, I hate the sleet,
I just want some rain,
The clouds are running across the sky,
Playing some silly game.

It's already spring,
And the snow is still pilling,
That's why the birds can't sing,
And why the sky isn't smiling.

Out of all the towns,
Why did Jack Frost pick one?
To send chilling winds,
And abandon the sun.

It really is very cold,
And the heater is always on,
The inside plants are growing mold,
It's freezing from dusk till dawn.

I wish that I could be anywhere but here,
It's like a cold he-- from the sky,
I've had enough of it, it better change,
Or I fear that I will die. 
(Yeah Right!

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/some-spring#ixzz3P7uDfGOk

Alliteration

In the babbling I broke my bike
In the deep end directly near the dyke
Biking is fun, you feel so free
Just don’t sit on your cycle when you swim or ski

Onomatopoeia
The 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 
They are like flashlights in the night sky; 
God’s little helpers guiding us on our journeys. 
Stars are as bright as a lighthouse on an icy, ocean night; 
they are like guardians committed to bringing you home. 

Hyperbole 
You can’t hear a pin drop
As all the kids gather around;
They are vultures
Waiting for the corpse
Of the one who loses.
The tall kid…
He swings his fist with his hurricane force.
A torrential spray of blood
Explodes from the smaller boy’s nose
And covers the tiled floor.
The vultures fly away
As the teachers quickly approach.

Personification
You can’t hear a pin drop
As all the kids gather around;
They are vultures
Waiting for the corpse
Of the one who loses.
The tall kid…
He swings his fist with his hurricane force.
A torrential spray of blood
Explodes from the smaller boy’s nose
And covers the tiled floor.
The vultures fly away
As the teachers quickly approach.

Symbolism

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky 

Spring and daisies means youth in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:

In the spring, I asked the daisies

If his words were true,

And the clever, clear-eyed daisies

Always knew.

Brown and barren means growing old in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:

Now the fields are brown and barren,

Bitter autumn blows,

Bitter autumn means death in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:

Now the fields are brown and barren,

Bitter autumn blows,

And of all the stupid asters

Not one knows.

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,

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.”–Emily Dickinson

Imagery and free verse(not rhyming)

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;

Rhythm

The beat and the pace at which the poem is read.