Poetic Similes Novels & Stories

Easy-peasy. Simon was confident. He looked at his wife, Summer, with a smile. He pondered for nearly three minutes before he said, "The moon hides when my wife is out. When the spring comes, she washes the yarns by the river. Her beauty cannot be easily defined in words alone. Why would I look at anyone else apart from her?" Simon felt very proud of his poem. Wow! There was an uproar. Everyone looked at Simon with admiration. No wonder he was a respectable figure in the Artemis Sect!

'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

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

Iero always shares to him the poems he learned from his teacher, and also the poems that he wrote, asking him if the ones that he had written were good. Sybb coughed as he cleared his throat before he opened his lips to speak. "Like a river of diamonds in the sky, accompanied by the round ball of pearl in the darkness, its light kissing the leaves of the trees that grew cold and were blown away by the harsh wind, traveling to many places in the darkness, not knowing how many people it touched.” He said. “Oh!” Everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they heard Sybb’s words.

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.

"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

“Let me finish this simile of mine first, Mrs. Yulia Kammal… You’re really like a fish living in a small pond for almost your whole life. One day, you bumped into a tortoise. This tortoise actually derived from the similar small pond of yours. But, because she was a tortoise, she could live both on land and in water. This tortoise had just come back from her holiday on the mountain. “This tortoise was going to tell you like this, ‘I’ve just been to the mountain. The scenery over there is immensely beautiful, breath-taking and picturesque.’ “Of course you didn’t understand, so you asked again, ‘Mountain? It must be muddy, wet and full of water. How can it be beautiful, breath-taking and pictu

When the vast expanse of sky was enveloped in darkness, we realized who we were. I am getting tired of explaining how your eyes are like a galaxy in a bottle and how your lips shine like a crescent moon in the darkness. You are, without a doubt, my walking poetry. However, these are merely common analogies. Every time I fall, I feel like a leaf that has dried out and lost its sheen, but you have painted me a warm green under the soft colors of the sun's rays. I feel like I am falling into autumn with you.

Close. “One down,” he says softly. “Two more to go.” — — — The next clue read: Take a Piggyback Ride Through the Wildflowers. “I’m going to break your back,” I warn him. “Please. You weigh like a cloud.” “That’s a simile.” He bends down, and I climb on. His arms hook under my thighs. I hold tight. The wildflowers brush my legs as we move through them. He hums a song under his breath. Something soft. Something that makes me want to press my face to his neck and never get down.

“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