Examples Of A Simile In A Poem Novels & Stories

"At the bustling sound of the frost early in the morning, I woke up from my sleep and it was still pitch black I sat by myself and gazed through my window at the moonlight that grows darker I worry the flowers I picked aside for my beloved will start to wither Under the stars in the long, long night Only the unfinished night seems to be passing. I see my beloved face from within those weeping willows. Even if I look and look at her, I don't seem to get enough. Even if she's standing under the bright moon in the dead of the night, the shadow of my beloved would come into my yard. A matchless beauty is left within my heart."

“You think this world, this pack, is all there is? That Simon is all you can get? It’s a cage, and he’s just another faceless crow, no different from the rest of them. And you’re the prettiest little bird sitting in it that all the crows want to maul. One day, you’ll wake up and realize I was right, and one crow is like another…. No crow is ever going to be a match for the prettiest little bird. But by then, I’ll be long gone. Finding all the other pretty little birds to fly with.” Eve with her maddening metaphors. Flashing red eyes and obvious anger, my way... The underlying storm brewing in her soul, and I can taste it. Facing me now, her hair whipping gently in the wind, pale under the mo

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

She was squatting on the ground, and it appeared as if she was digging through the dirt? Sharon walked over in a puzzled manner and heard her mother reciting two lines of a poem, “The flower that smiles today, tomorrow dies; all that we wish today, tempts and then flies…”

It's okay, take it slow. "I love you like a moth to a flame, isn't that enough to make you understand, Axe?" God! I didn't expect my simile to provoke Axe. I wanted to squeal at his quick movements. He looked at me, really looked at me after hearing my last sentence. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you for listening to me."

She would wake up crying and would be relieved when she realised that it was just a dream. When things got tough she would just look at the stone and imagined her life would shine like that one day. She would lift the stone up and recite a little prose they used to sing at the lower primary level in her school. The verses would go like this " twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above in the world so bright, shining like a diamond in the sky. Then she would turn the stone up and down in every directions. It would sparkle like the rays of the sun. The rays would bring hope to her.

Cody’s Diary I was lost in the darkness when I closed the doors that disabled our connection. Like a volcano rushing to destroy its victim, my heart quenched with hurt deep in my veins. A devastating simile to the sun, lights from various sources surrounded me. A window, no a mansion of light was drizzled upon my shuddered soul and that served as my only form of life maintenance. Dear you, I’m scared.

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

" Emily writhed and blushed again. Why couldn't she have seen that herself? Any goose could have seen it. "Sail onward, ships--white wings, sail on, Till past the horizon's purple bar You drift from sight.--In flush of dawn Sail on, and 'neath the evening star-- Trash--trash--and yet there's a picture in it-- Lap softly, purple waves. I dream, And dreams are sweet--I'll wake no more-- Ah, but you'll have to wake if you want to accomplish anything. Girl, you've used purple twice in the same poem.

"Twinkling spoons in a teapot's dream, Jellyfish waltz in a cosmic stream. Pickles hummed a secret rhyme, Moonbeams whispered cheese and thyme. Penguins danced on rainbow clouds, Unicorn whispers in mushroom crowds. Bananas wore polka dot shoes, Stars played chess, swapping hues. Toasters sang opera in the key of green, Elephants tap-danced on a trampoline. Butterflies knitted socks for the moon, Balloons recited a backwards cartoon. In a world where logic takes a break, Nonsense reigns, a merry mindquake. A symphony of chaos, oh what a treat, In this realm of whimsy, where absurdities meet." The smile on her face was oddly serene as she sang, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic gleam. The w