Metaphors 3/27/14
Metaphor- is a comparison between two objects not using like or as
Examples:
1. Her home was a prison
2. The snow is a white blanket
3. The lighting was fireworks in the sky
4. he broke into her conversation
5. he is a pig
5. your toast
1. Her home was a prison
2. The snow is a white blanket
3. The lighting was fireworks in the sky
4. he broke into her conversation
5. he is a pig
5. your toast
metaphors:
tall- he is a giraffe
kind- she is an angel
slow- she is a turtle
smart- he's the new Elbert Einstein
fat- he's an elephant
sneaky- he's a spy
angry- she is mean
beautiful- she is a butterfly
ugly- she is a spider
stubborn- he is a troll
thin- she is a stick
silly- he is a clown
scared easily- she is a coward
tall- he is a giraffe
kind- she is an angel
slow- she is a turtle
smart- he's the new Elbert Einstein
fat- he's an elephant
sneaky- he's a spy
angry- she is mean
beautiful- she is a butterfly
ugly- she is a spider
stubborn- he is a troll
thin- she is a stick
silly- he is a clown
scared easily- she is a coward
Poem 1I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security.
One little branch trying
To keep the others from breaking away
Who will fall?
And who will stay?
Now I stand alone
Looking at the earth through the rain
And I see the broken branches I knew
Scattered about me in pain.
There are those who have taken an axe
To the root of our very foundation
And who have passed this destruction
Down to every new generation.
If I could take that axe
I would toss it deep into the sea
Never to return again
To harm the generations that follow me.
I am one of many
But alone I will go
And plant the new seeds
Where a beautiful tree will grow.
Small branches of a broken tree
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security.
One little branch trying
To keep the others from breaking away
Who will fall?
And who will stay?
Now I stand alone
Looking at the earth through the rain
And I see the broken branches I knew
Scattered about me in pain.
There are those who have taken an axe
To the root of our very foundation
And who have passed this destruction
Down to every new generation.
If I could take that axe
I would toss it deep into the sea
Never to return again
To harm the generations that follow me.
I am one of many
But alone I will go
And plant the new seeds
Where a beautiful tree will grow.
Poem 2
The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back
It started to rain
I began to sink
Then I lifted my head
And took a drink
I perked myself up
And said "please don't cry"
And wiped off my petals
Until they were dry
The clouds soon parted
And out came the sun
The beauty in me
Has only begun.
By Billie Jo
The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back
It started to rain
I began to sink
Then I lifted my head
And took a drink
I perked myself up
And said "please don't cry"
And wiped off my petals
Until they were dry
The clouds soon parted
And out came the sun
The beauty in me
Has only begun.
By Billie Jo