Transcript Figurative Language in Poetry

Figurative
Language in
Poetry
#1. Pool Party
(by Natasha Niemi)
Squeal!
Kids are running everywhere.
Running and Splash –
Falling in the pool.
The music plays –
Stomp! Stomp!
The children dance.
Finally, the food is off the grillMunch, munch, munch!
#2. Tranquility
Time slides
a gentle ocean
waves upon waves,
washing the shore,
loving the shore.
#3. Games
(by Sharon Hendricks)
Chipmunks chatter and scurry,
Blue jays scream and scold.
Robins talk and gossip
demanding their story to be told.
Squirrels skip and box one another
and rabbits play hop scotch.
The games they play, the sounds they make
Really are top notch.
#4. Squirmy Worm
(by Alan Loren)
A squirmy little worm,
As I was on my break
Crawled right up my left leg
Like some slithery little snake
His skin was rather moist
As a man with too much gel
That creepy little worm
He really made me yell.
And so I lost my temper
Like a lion without prey,
Until a kindly co-worker
Shooed that worm away
#5. Shining Fruits From A Solid Tree
(by Robert J. Lindley)
As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree
The clouds parting early each dawn
sunshine on flowers on the lawn
Looking closer I am content to see
smooth waves upon my family sea
#6. Thanksgiving
(by Sharon Hendricks)
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.
#7. The Game
(by Natasha Niemi)
Clap! Clap!
Stomp! Stomp!
Swish! Swish!
This is the way we get through
Our games.
The crowd shouts,
”Yahoo!”
The ball soars through the air.
Then, bounce, bounce, bounce.
The audience holds its breath.
SWISH!
The ball goes in;
We win!
#8. Joy
Just when you thought
that winter
would be here forever,
that it could never end,
you saw:
Amidst the frozen white,
a tiny tip of green,
first blade of grass,
the messenger of spring.
#9. Nature's Chorus
(by Sharon Hendricks)
Willows bend to their partners
while the spruces curtsey in response.
Cherry trees form a circle
and the oaks dance just like debutantes
of woodpeckers tapping on their trunks
and squirrels chattering in the boughs.
Listen to the sounds of nature’s chorus
What fun it does arouse!
#10. Birds
(by Natasha Niemi)
Chirping non-stop, like a machine in the trees,
Building their nest like little worker bees.
They sing their songs, like chatter-boxes.
As regular as alarm clocks,
Waking people up each day.
They are silent at night,
Like snakes advancing on prey.
#11. Appetite
(by Sharon Hendricks)
In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.
#12. Camping
(by Natasha Niemi)
Crack! Crack!
The fire crackles under the stars.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The water sizzles above the fire.
Crunch! Crunch!
The campers crunching on potato chips.
Click! Clack! Click! Clack!
The tent poles clicking and clacking together.
Rustle! Rustle!
As we prepare our sleeping bags to go to sleep.
Chirp! Chirp!
The crickets say, “good-night”.
#13. Dinnertime Chorus
(by Sharon Hendricks)
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!
#14. Peace
The wind is now
a roaring, smashing
monster of destruction,
raking all man's work
from the valleys,
from the vales,
and sends them spinning,
broken flying but all of that is
not its core,
its center is in truth
eternal stillness
bright blue skies
and all you hear
are gentle whispers
far away
and unimportant.
#15. Turkey In A Truss
(by Alan Loren)
Like a tumbleweed a tumblin’
Aimlessly through town
I journey through my life
In search of firmer ground.
My soul seeks out adventure
Like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn,
but just the same it yearns for home,
A place to settle in.
I’m really not too picky
Nor prone to make a fuss
But sometimes I just feel like
a turkey in a truss
#16. Summertime is Here
(by Sharon Hendricks)
My tongue is a piece of sandpaper
I’m dissolving into a puddle.
I want to dive into a snowdrift
Though I’m sure that would befuddle
Open me up, my organs are cooked
I think I’m now well done.
You can fry an egg upon my brow
As I melt away in the sun!
#17. Creativity
On the wall,
there is a shadow
of a branch outside.
It moves and it is dancing.
It writes its story
and the ink
is living light.
#18. Excerpt from “As You Like It”
(by William Shakespeare)
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women
merely players;
they have their exits and their
entrances;
And one man in his time plays
many parts
#19. My Dog
(by Sharon Hendricks)
His bark breaks the sound barrier
His nose is as cold as an ice box.
A wag of his tail causes hurricanes
His jumping causes falling rocks.
He eats a mountain of dog food
And drinks a water fall dry.
But though he breaks the bank
He’s the apple of my eye.
#20. The Gastronomic Gym
(by Sharon Hendricks)
Pasta twirling and spinning,
peas do vertical jumps
mashed potatoes swimming.
meat doing bench press and pumps.
Food has begun to exercise
but it’s not in any gym.
My brother said its happening
right inside of him.
#21. Ah Sunflower
(by William Blake)
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done
#22. Stars
(by Natasha Niemi)
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.
#23. Daddy
(by John Anderson)
"Stars and Stripes march to their grave,
A line of heroes with guns steady.
The mother holds up a picture,
'Who's this?'
Baby's first word is "Daddy."