Poets

Simile Poem A simile is a figure of speech that uses like or as. It stretches our imagination.

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.

Continued A diamond is a brilliant stone, To catch the world's desire; An opal holds a fiery spark but flint hold fire.

This poem was written by Christina Rosseti. http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/flint.htm percyfan1 =My Favorite Poets=

[] [] [|http://home.vicnet.net.au/~poems/ps/html/alliteration_examples.html] [] -legoman124 Onomatopoeia- a onomatopoeia is a use of words which express their meanings.
 * Walter Dean Mayers
 * Edgar Allen Poe - "The Raven"
 * Example of Alliteration
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 * Shakespeare

Pizza Parlor Wee!Wee! Goes the dough in the air. Splat! Splat !Goes the sauce on the dough. Sprinkle! Sprinkle! Goes the cheese on the sauce. Sizzle! Sizzle! Goes the pizza as it cooks. Auther unknown  This is an example of an Onomatopoeia.  **Crack An Egg**

 Crack an egg  Stir the butter  Break the yolk  Make it flutter  Stroke the heat  Hear it sizzle  Shake the salt  Just a drizzle  Flip it over  Just like that  Press it down  Squeeze it flat  Pop the toast  Spread the jam thin <span style="font-family: Albany,sans-serif;"> Say the words <span style="font-family: Albany,sans-serif;"> Breakfast's in

<span style="color: #0011ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">Hi, These look like Mr. Saltys' favourite poets. Anyone else have anyone they like? How about posting the best lines in the poem, the poet's name or website and of course, your online name so we know who posted. Awesome! Thanks. Mrs.Smith

Boom! Went the food trays. Clap! Clap! Goes the teacher Rip! Went the plastic bag. Munch! Munch! Go the students. Slurp!!! Went the straws. Whisper Is what half the kids in the room are doing. Crunch! Crunch! go the candy bars.

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Author: Jacinta Ramayah, Malaysia

Posted By Reggytony
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.
 * THE OLYMPIC RUNNER (hyperbole)

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. ||