Similes
Similes are making comperisons beetween two things totaly different made by using ''as'' or ''like''.
Ex:My dog is as smelly as dirty socks.
Ex:My dog is as smelly as dirty socks.
Metaphors:
Metaphors like similies are coparisons between two unlike things but metaphors don't contain the words "like" or "as".
Ex: Life is full of twist and turns you have to chose the right way to end up in the right place.
Ex: Life is full of twist and turns you have to chose the right way to end up in the right place.
Anomanopia:
An anomonopia is basically a loud sound not described but said or writen down.
Ex:Boom! or Shh!
Ex:Boom! or Shh!
Personification:
A personification is when an unanimate object is given human qualities.
Rhythm ABAB
A term used to refer to the recurrence of stressed and unstressed sounds in poetry.
Ex.
wearing red, with hood and frill, (A)
the big bad wolf used Granny as a snack, (B)
}when Red turned up he knew he'd have his fill, (A)
in Granny's robe and specs he hit the sack. (B)
"Hello," she said, "I've brought some cakes for tea,(C)
how come your eyes are huge - you got the flu?"(D)
The wolf replied: "That's so poor Gran can see,"(C)
"But - so's your nose, and dang, your teeth are too!" (D)
The wolf was only toying with the dame, (E)
a lucky day - two juicy girls to munch, (F)
he threw the covers off, "I'm glad you came,(E)
your Gran was breakfast - now you'll do for lunch!"(F)
She screamed, a woodsman burst in through the door,(G)
that wolf won't dress in nighties any more.(G)
Ex.
wearing red, with hood and frill, (A)
the big bad wolf used Granny as a snack, (B)
}when Red turned up he knew he'd have his fill, (A)
in Granny's robe and specs he hit the sack. (B)
"Hello," she said, "I've brought some cakes for tea,(C)
how come your eyes are huge - you got the flu?"(D)
The wolf replied: "That's so poor Gran can see,"(C)
"But - so's your nose, and dang, your teeth are too!" (D)
The wolf was only toying with the dame, (E)
a lucky day - two juicy girls to munch, (F)
he threw the covers off, "I'm glad you came,(E)
your Gran was breakfast - now you'll do for lunch!"(F)
She screamed, a woodsman burst in through the door,(G)
that wolf won't dress in nighties any more.(G)
Imagery
Imagery is the use of vivid or figurative language to represent objects, actions, or ideas.
Ex.
*Horse Fiddle By Carls Sandburg*
First I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind.
Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and read down the river valley on a late summer afternoon, reading it in less than a whisper to Jack on his soft wire legs learning to stand up and preach, Jack-in-the-pulpit.
As many poems as I have written to the moon and the streaming of the moon spinners of light, so many of the summer moon and the winter moon I would like to shoot along to your ears for nothing, for a laugh, a song,
for nothing at all,
for one look from you,
for your face turned away
and your voice in one clutch
half way between a tree wind moan
and a night-bird sob.
Believe nothing of it all, pay me nothing, open your window for the other singers and keep it shut for me.
The road I am on is a long road and I can go hungry again like I have gone hungry before.
What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?
Leave me with the hoot owl.
I have slept in a blanket listening.
He learned it, he must have learned it
From two moons, the summer moon,
And the winter moon
And the streaming of the moon spinners of light
Ex.
*Horse Fiddle By Carls Sandburg*
First I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind.
Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and read down the river valley on a late summer afternoon, reading it in less than a whisper to Jack on his soft wire legs learning to stand up and preach, Jack-in-the-pulpit.
As many poems as I have written to the moon and the streaming of the moon spinners of light, so many of the summer moon and the winter moon I would like to shoot along to your ears for nothing, for a laugh, a song,
for nothing at all,
for one look from you,
for your face turned away
and your voice in one clutch
half way between a tree wind moan
and a night-bird sob.
Believe nothing of it all, pay me nothing, open your window for the other singers and keep it shut for me.
The road I am on is a long road and I can go hungry again like I have gone hungry before.
What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?
Leave me with the hoot owl.
I have slept in a blanket listening.
He learned it, he must have learned it
From two moons, the summer moon,
And the winter moon
And the streaming of the moon spinners of light
