Simile- comparing to things with like or as

• Velvet • My mind is as brave

as a warriorof the night.

It's ready totake on anything that comes toit.

It can take on any dream,and always followsLife.

• By Alex

Simile- My poem• Love is like sickness• It comes• It goes• It can stay • it can leave• It can hurt you• It can heal you • Some times you can give it • Some times you can• Love is just like a sickness

Alliteration-when two or more word begins with the same letter or sound

• Caring Cats • Caring cats cascade off

Laughing lamas Lounging.Underneath yelling yaks,Yelling at roamingRats. By Rachael

Alliteration- My poem• Scary skeletons• Chitter chatter• Back and forth• On Halloween Eve• Making plans• For the night to fallow• To spook • To scare• To rule the night• Watch out for • Scary skeletons

Personification-making a thing do something only people can do

• SNOW

• Snow speaks to the people itsfalling above in the glooming

sunlight.Its white sparkling voiceechoes as it falls throughthe air.

• By Jake

Personification- My poem• late in the night • The banshee cried• To tell you about • The death of your mother • Is coming soon• she cried with you• All night • And all day• She was at the funeral• In case you didn’t go• The banshee cried

Repetition-when you use a word more than once

• Inside the oceanI see fish.Inside the wavesI hear a splash.Inside the waterI felt a fish.It seems so big,as big as a whale.It has to be,But then I see,It's a tuna fish.

By Rachel

Repetition- My poem• Under the clouds• Under the trees• fairies fly around• Under the flowers• Under the rain • fairies dance• Under the sun • Under the moon • Lives• the fairies

Onomatopoeia-thing that sound like the object there named after

• Cafeteria

Boom!Went the foodtrays. Clap! Clap!Goes the teacher.Rip! Went the plastic bag.Munch! Munch!Go the students.Slurp!!!Went the straws.WhisperIs what half the kidsin the roomare doing.Crunch! Crunch!gothe candy bars.

• By: Rachael

Onomatopoeia- My poem• boom boom boom• Goes the heart• You don’t feel it• But it goes• Boom boom boom• Until it stops• Which is when • The angels come • To take you up• To heaven

Paradox-a thought that sounds impossible but makes sense

• Dark and light

Dark remembers light,The day they separated,They try to be friends, butcan't.Dark doesn't like light Their friendship no longer exists.

• By Alex

Paradox- My poem• The dark need the light• The light • gives her a brake • the light • Heats her up• The dark needs the light• The light • Cheers her up • The light is always there for

her• The dark needs the light

Metaphor- comparing or contrasting two things without using “like” or “as”

• My life is a dream,like a tiger wakingup from her deep sleep.My life is likea dream,it's alluptome,the treesarepurple,thestarstalkawaythe night,themoaning moonlightsup the sky.

• By Autumn

Metaphor- My poem• Life is a rainbow• Different colors • For different moods• Life is a rainbow• Some times• Its red with anger• Its blue with sadness• Its yellow with joy• Its also black with dislike• Life is a rainbow

Imagery- the reader can see it with there mind

• Speckles • The ground pokes through

The snow, defiantlyDark spots of brownAnd some frozen greenJust small remindersThat winter won’t lastSpring’s barely distantBut for this crusty coverA white mantle so stillIt’s only here brieflyArriving just in timeTo stay a bit and leave- Mary O. Fumento, 2010

Imagery-My poem• In the sand• Sat a little girl• Playing with a fish• The fish went zap• The girl yelled “EEP” • A boy came running• The girl was crying• The fish was struggling• The boy grabbed the fish • Into the water• And the little girl cheered

Symbolism-something that represents another thing

• The Berg (A Dream)• I SAW a ship of material build

(Her standards set, her brave apparel on) Directed as by madness mere Against a solid iceberg steer, Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down. The impact made huge ice-cubes fall Sullen in tons that crashed the deck;

But that one avalanche was all-- No other movement save the foundering wreck.

Symbolism-My poem

Mood- the over all feeling• How loudly rang her ready praise

In her ancestral hall,How beauteous at the levee, once,How graceful at the ball:It matters not--that fair one now,The idol of the brave,The pageant of a former hour,Is Beauty in the Grave.

• How much admired for sparkling wit

And prized for virtues true;How by the multitude esteemed,Beloved by the few,It matters not--alike the sameTo him, as is the slave,The sordid worm holds banquetingOn Beauty in the Grave.

• Beauty in the Grave• by: William B. Tappan

Mood- My poem