Simile Poem SENSES Sadness is as happy as

Simile Poem SENSES Sadness is as happy as laughter. You might cry because it hurts. You might laugh because it hurts. But I know one thing, laughter is laughter and sadness is sadness. They can show the same things like hurting and gladness.

My poem -Black Roses are red Violets are blue My life is over As if I were you So now you are starting As now I am done This was a fun journey But now I am gone

Alliteration • Laughing Lions • Laughing lions laugh like jumping jaguars on top of talking trees. When the talking trees start talking, the joking jaguars fall off.

My poem When I fall from the tree When I finally see I here the stinging bumble bee When I here your name I start to cry out with fame Now you are here saving me From the bumble bee

personification • SNOW • Snow speaks to the people its falling above in the glooming sunlight. Its white sparkling voice echoes as it falls through the air.

My poem -Wind I could hear the wind As it blew in my face It told me save me From the outside Witch it lived it followed me home It was blowing very slow When I looked for my keys It was the wind Telling me stop please

repetition • Under the clouds, Under the trees, Under the sea, I can fall asleep, and dream of moving clouds and swaying trees, and waves moving, in the sea. •

My poem In my ear I hear the wind In my ear I hear the snow In my ear I hear all the leaves off the tree blow My eyes see the wind My eyes see the snow My eyes can even see the leaves off the tree blow With my hands I can feel the wind With my hands I feel the snow

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

My poem Snap ! Snap! Went the clap Boom! Went the doom Blue! Went the clue Clue! Went the news Flap! Went the dog

Paradox • NIGHT REMEMBERS LIGHT • Night remembers the light of a newborn star. Night remembers how he held the little star, And now you can see the star, Much bigger now for now it is the sun.

My poem the moon talks to the sun Like family The sun talks back sadly They are like family the moon out at dark The suns out at day They both think this world is okay They both shine on the bay the moon at night The sun at day

MY LIFE IS A DREAM My life is a dream, like a tiger waking up from her deep sleep. My life is like a dream, it's all up to me, the trees are purple, the stars talk away the night, the moaning moon lights up the sky. metaphor

My poem I dream like the sun Who has much fun the sun is big like a very big gun It shines very bright and is higher then a kite Its bigger then a bite you take from a bun What would you expect it is the sun