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Similes and Similes and MetaphorsMetaphorsSimiles and Similes and MetaphorsMetaphors
Poems with Similes
Summer is as hot as a cauldronwith boiling water.
-Amy Johnson
Poems with Similes
Hurricanes are asDestructive and angryAs a mother tigerWhen it’s lost its baby.
-Michael Mariani
Poems with Similes
Spring Snow
SnowflakesSlip from the skyLike soft white butterflies,Brush the trees with their flimsy wings,Vanish.
-John Foster
Poems with Similes
Closed, it sleepsOn its sideQuietly,The silverImageOf someSmall fish;
Opened, it snapsIts tail outLike a thinShrimp, and looksAt the sharpPoint with aSurprised eye.
-Valerie Worth
Safety Pin
Poems with SimilesMy Noisy Brother
My brother’s such a noisy kid,when he eats soup he slurps.When he drinks milk he gargles.And after meals he burps.
He cracks his knuckles when he’s bored.He whistles when he walks.He snaps his fingers when he sings,and when he’s mad he squawks.
At night my brother snores so loudit sounds just like a riot.Even when he sleepsmy noisy brother isn’t quiet.
-Bruce Lansky
Poems with Metaphors
School is a stationwhere little children goto become little engineersto guide the world.
-Ashley Shields
Poems with Metaphors
School is a mind factory with brain teasers.
-Stephanie Jones
Poems with Metaphors
Winter Morning
Winter is the king of showmen,Turning tree stumps into snow menAnd houses into birthday cakesAnd spreading sugar over lakes.Smooth and clean and frosty white,The world looks good enough to bite.That’s the season to be young,Catching snowflakes on your tongue.Snow is snowy when it’s snowing,I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
-Ogden Nash
Poems with MetaphorsBlack Is a Shadow
Black is a shadow,Black is the darknessThat you can’t handle.
Black is a dog.Black is a darknessInside a log.
Black is the nightBecause there’s no light.Black is a scary thing.
-Alex Slaught
Simile and Metaphor PracticeGussie’s Greasy Spoon
Every day, at ten past noon,I enter GUSSIE’S GREASY SPOON,I plop down in the nearest seat,and order food unfit to eat.I try the juice, it’s warm and vile,the scrambled eggs are green as bile,the beets are blue, the beans are gray,the cauliflower tastes like clay.
Simile and Metaphor Practice
At GUSSIE’S GREASY SPOON, the stewis part cement, part hay, part glue,it’s mostly gristle, ropy tough,a tiger couldn’t chew the stuff.The rancid soup is foul and thin,a bit like bitter medicine,the melon smells, the salad sags,the mashed potatoes seem like rags.
Simile and Metaphor Practice
One whiff of Gussie’s weird cuisinemakes stomachs ache, turns faces green,her moldy muffins have no peers,they’ll make you sick for forty years.The coffee’s cold, the cake is stale,the doughnuts taste like pickled whale,yet, every day, at ten past noon,I eat at GUSSIE’S GREASY SPOON.
- Jack Prelutsky