Simile Poem Novels & Stories

“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

My mind felt slow, clogged with fear. I'm as small as an ant, as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze, but can come like a gale. By some I get hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music, though I can't hear. Of names I have many, of names I have one. I'm as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run. The words swirled in my head, a confusing poem in the flickering candlelight. Something that could be big or small… something that comes gently or with force… something people fear and can’t escape.

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!

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.

It's like they break out of the dark sky to see the silent sleep of the world under their light. GLOWWORM Stars shine bright high up the sky, Spreading its light making the world so bright. Though they cannot vanish the complete darkness of night, They twinkle to show the presence of light. A little creature GLOW WORM just like a star, Having a torch on its tail which sparks. Traveling from one place to another with its blazing tail, Stimulating it's flare burning murky veil. Kenning, it cannot evaporate the gloomy air, Faire it's glow calling others from the lair.

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.

'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

it becomes a code that can be broken down for clarification. "Alright," said Phoebe with a nod. "So, how does a chiasmus work?" "Certain lines in the poem are parallel ideas," I said. "And this prophecy uses reverse parallelism." Zander gave me a sexy smile that sent my heart racing. "Exactly," he said. "The first half of the poem mirrors the second half, with different words. For example, the first and last lines are the most obvious because they use the same words: From one birth."

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.

A poem by Moxie, "Roses are red, viloets are blue....this stupid author has no update for you" A poem by Dante, "When it rains it pours, but hopefully not indoors...unless your author has dogs and dirt backyard...it makes keeping mud outside SUPER HARD"