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Evangelines PLP Poetry

by Evangeline

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Poetry
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By Evangeline
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Metaphor poem

I used to think life was a flower
With thorns and buds and leaves
I used to think life was a blanket
that only the most talented artist weaves
I used to think life was an ocean
The most unpredictable sea
But now I know life is nothing
Except what you decide it will be
Simile poem

Life is like a box of chocolates,
Life is like stealing a line from a movie you only finished half way.
Life is like the cutest puppy on the rainiest day,
Except some people don't like dogs and some people don't like the rain.
Life is like a book without any words, and life is like a pencil.
Expect some people prefer pens
Simile poem

Life is like a box of chocolates,
Life is like stealing a line from a movie you only finished half way.
Life is like the cutest puppy on the rainiest day,
Except some people don't like dogs and some people don't like the rain.
Life is like a book without any words, and life is like a pencil.
Expect some people prefer pens
Imagery poem

The mist in the morning is as beautiful as the darkness of dusk.
The dew sparkling on the fresh blades of grass is not unlike the first faintly sparkling stars shining in the darkening sky.
The dewdrops reflect the new clouds and the new day.
The stars in the dark sky reflect distant worlds back to us.
It’s quiet the world is not awake and not asleep.
The mist in the morning rolls over the calm water and the sun soaked mountains.
The darkness of dusk inhales the mist like a breath and it fades into the stars, ready for tomorrow.
Imagery poem

The mist in the morning is as beautiful as the darkness of dusk.
The dew sparkling on the fresh blades of grass is not unlike the first faintly sparkling stars shining in the darkening sky.
The dewdrops reflect the new clouds and the new day.
The stars in the dark sky reflect distant worlds back to us.
It’s quiet the world is not awake and not asleep.
The mist in the morning rolls over the calm water and the sun soaked mountains.
The darkness of dusk inhales the mist like a breath and it fades into the stars, ready for tomorrow.
Sound poem

Fwhet
Huugh haugh
BowPshu
Sheeqk
Muyh-bcow
Bounce bounce bouboubounce
Clap
clap
Wooo
Thud thud clap
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