By: Keyondra Gamble
Rossetti, Christina. “Flint.”
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds a fire.
Work Cited
Rossetti, Christina. “Flint.”
Simile Classic
Data Found: Poems With Simile
The Olympic Runner
The sun beat down so hard it burnt his back,
His feet ate the dust as he ran the endless track,
The wind gave him wings and the miles flew by,
He was gunning for gold, for victory he’d die.
Critics had a field day when he entered the arena,
They could have knocked him down with a feather,
“Sideways you can’t see him through a 50-cent coin,
Bones on a cold carcass make up his manly loin.”
“His feet so long he will surely fall flat on his face,
Legs stretch down like two bamboo poles in place,
From the land of famine he gets not his daily bread,
If he wins, we’ll eat our hats,” in mockery they said.
As he touched the finish line, the crowd went wild,
Cheers heard across the land by every man and child,
His heartbeats so erratic they were beating out of time
If he could take a shot at his critics it’d be no crime.
Sweat streamed down, pooled like rivulets on the floor,
A warrior back from the battlefield, battered and sore,
Standing tall as a Brobdingnagian, the anthem sung
The joy so sweet, he could taste it on his tongue.
He was so tired he felt he could sleep for a year
The cynics struck dumb, had no cause to jeer,
‘A man in a million’ was the headlines that day
“Not a mere man but a giant in spirit
,” they say.
Work Cited
Malaysia, Jacinta. “The Olympic Runner.”
The Olympic Runner (hyperbole), a poem by Jacinta
Ramayah Malaysia
Data Found: Poem With Hyperbole
My Life Is A Dream
Autumn “My Life Is A Dream”
My life is a dream,
like a tiger waking
up from her deep sleep.
My life is like
a dream,
it's all
the trees
the night,
moaning moon
up the sky.
Work Cited: Autumn “My Life Is A Dream
Data Found: Poems With Metaphors
Two Sunflowers Move In The Yellow Room
Blake, William “Two Sunflowers
Move in the Yellow Room.”
"Ah, William, we're weary of weather,"
said the sunflowers, shining with dew.
"Our traveling habits have tired us.
Can you give us a room with a view?"
They arranged themselves at the window
and counted the steps of the sun,
and they both took root in the carpet
where the topaz tortoises run.
Work Cited
Blake, William. “Two Sunflowers Move In The Yellow Room.”
Personification Classics
Data Found: Poems About Personification
Humpty Dumpty
Goose, Mother. ”Humpty Dumpty.”
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
Work Cited
Goose, Mother. “Humpty Dumpty.”
Repetition Classic
Bakers Reply to the Needle Salesman
Goose, Mother ”Baker’s Reply to the Needle Salesman.”
I need not your needles,
They’re needless to me,
For kneading of needles,
Were needless, you see;
But did my neat trousers
But need to be kneed,
I then should have need
Of your needles indeed.
Work Cited
Goose, Mother. “Baker’s Reply To The Needle Salesman”
Alliteration Examples: Alliteration Poems and Tongue Twisters
Data Found: Poems about Alliteration

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