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Figurative Language Cool as a Cucumber

Hey pretty girls!. Figurative Language Cool as a Cucumber . I love poetry!. Figurative Language. Figurative language is the use of words outside their literal or usual meaning to add beauty or force.

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Figurative Language Cool as a Cucumber

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  1. Hey pretty girls! Figurative LanguageCool as a Cucumber I love poetry!

  2. Figurative Language Figurative language is the use of words outside their literal or usual meaning to add beauty or force. A figure of speech may be said to occur whenever a speaker or writer, for the sake of freshness or emphasis, departs from the usual denotations of words. It is characterized by the use of similes and metaphors

  3. Literal language vs. figurative language • Literal language is meaning exactly what you say: “Go jump in a lake!” • Figurative language is saying one thing and meaning another: “Go jump in a lake!” • Poetry relies heavily on figurative language.

  4. Personification Metaphor Imagery Simile Symbol • Aural imagery • alliteration • Assonance • Onomatopoeia

  5. Personification Metaphor Imagery Simile Symbol • Aural imagery • alliteration • Assonance • Onomatopoeia

  6. Simile- comparison using the words ‘like’ or ‘as’

  7. Examples “It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog.” - The Beatles “My heart is like an open highway.” - Jon Bon Jovi

  8. A simile expresses a similarity. Still, for a simile to exist, the things compared have to be dissimilar in kind. It is no simile to say, “Your fingers are like mine,” it is a literal observation. But to say, “Your fingers are like sausages” is to use a simile. Omit the connective– say, “Your fingers are sausages” – and the result is a metaphor, a statement where one thing is spoken of as though it were something else, which, in a literal sense, it is not.

  9. Simile “Let us go then, you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky, Like a patient etherized upon a table;” The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T.S.Eliot

  10. Your Turn As black as... As light as a... As clean as a... As hungry as a... As proud as a... As heavy as...

  11. Be creative in your choice of comparison

  12. Similes As black as... Coal As light as a... Feather As clean as a... Whistle As quick as a... Flash As hungry as a... Wolf As proud as a... Peacock As sharp as a... Needle As heavy as... Lead Like a bull in a.. China shop

  13. Being stood up is like being the last fruit on the tree, left to wither through the winter Feeling angry is like carrying a volcano in the pit of your stomach that threatens to erupt at any moment The leaves fell from the tree like a thousand paratroopers leaping into battle behind enemy lines

  14. A Simile Poem By Stanley Cook

  15. Like the white curls from a gigantic beard Drifting across the barber’s shop floor In the breeze from the open door; Like the broken parts of the ice flow Afloat on the blue of the ocean, Drifting southward from the Pole; Like a heavily laden treasure fleet In a light wind on the calm sea, Hardly moving with all sails set; Like suds of foam from the waterfall That lathers the rocks at its foot, Gliding over a tranquil pool; Like wool from a fleece, Like smoke from a fire, Like islands in the sky.

  16. Like the white curls from a gigantic beard Drifting across the barber’s shop floor In the breeze from the open door; Like the broken parts of the ice flow Afloat on the blue of the ocean, Drifting southward from the Pole; Like a heavily laden treasure fleet In a light wind on the calm sea, Hardly moving with all sails set; Like suds of foam from the waterfall That lathers the rocks at its foot, Gliding over a tranquil pool; Like wool from a fleece, Like smoke from a fire, Like islands in the sky.

  17. Similes in Rap • "My rhymes are like shot clocks,interstate cops and blood clots,my point is your flow gets stopped."- TalibKweli on "Hater Players," Mos Def and TalibKweli Are Blackstar • "Throwing out the wicked like God did the devil,funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me,we're in like that, you're dead like Presley."- Q-Tip on "Steve Biko," Midnight Marauders"Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare...I'm sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis."- Lauryn Hill on "How Many Mics," The Score

  18. "Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness,now bring apocalypse like the Heart of Darkness."- TalibKweli on "We Got the Beat," The Beautiful Struggle "You stopping us is preposterouslike an androgynous misogynist,you picking the wrong time, stepping to me when I'm in my prime likeOptimus, Transforming..."- TalibKwelion "Twice Inna Lifetime," Mos Def and TalibKweli Are Blackstar

  19. Your Turn—Use a simile to describe the following

  20. M.S. Merwin Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. Underline the simile and explain its meaning.

  21. Name the Title - D.H. Lawrence Like a glove, a black glove thrown up at the light, and falling back Wings like bits of Umbrella Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags And grinning in their sleep Swallows with spools of dark thread sewing the shadows together

  22. BATS

  23. “ Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” • Muhammad Ali

  24. Your turn-Portfolio Poem #2 Write a poem between12-15 lines that uses two similes. You may write on any theme but here is a suggestion. Consider the phrase “love is like. . .” Think about the love is like to you, and write a poem comparing love to an object, experience—anything you want.

  25. Her skin is as fair as porcelain. Her eyes are piercing daggers. Her lips are plump and luscious. Her feet are sailboats taking her around the world. Her brain is a melting pot full of different images. Her body is a temple preserved and beautiful. -Katie

  26. Personification Metaphor Imagery Simile Symbol • Aural imagery • alliteration • Assonance • Onomatopoeia

  27. Metaphor – direct comparison without using the words ‘like’ or ‘as’

  28. Metaphor “The greater part of untested men appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look at the war, the red animal- the blood-swollen god.” The Red Badge of Courage- Stephen Crane

  29. MY LIFE IS A DREAM My life is a dream,like a tiger wakingup from her deep sleep.My life is like a dream,it's all up to me.

  30. Explain this metaphor “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” Shakespeare -- As You Like It

  31. What season are you?

  32. What animal are you?

  33. Musical Instrument?

  34. Piece of Furniture?

  35. How is a wave like a mountain?

  36. Use a metaphor to describe this wave • Hokusai – ‘The Wave’

  37. You know a dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows. And a dreamer's just a vessel that must follow where it goes. Trying to learn from what's behind you and never knowing what's in storemakes each day a constant battle just to stay between the shores.          And I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry.        Like a bird upon the wind, these waters are my sky.        I'll never reach my destination if I never try,        So I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry.Too many times we stand aside and let the water slip away.To what we put off 'til tomorrow has now become today.So don't you sit upon the shore and say you're satisfied.Choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance the tides         -Chorus-There's bound to be rough waters, and I know I'll take some falls(understood challenges).With the good Lord as my captain, I can make it through them all. ( understood God guides him in reaching his dream just like a captain guides a vessel)        -Chorus-

  38. The River You know a dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows. And a dreamer's just a vessel that must follow where it goes. Trying to learn from what's behind you and never knowing what's in storemakes each day a constant battle just to stay between the shores.          And I will sail my vessel (understood – live my dream) 'til the river runs dry.Like a bird upon the wind, these waters are my sky.        I'll never reach my destination if I never try,        So I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry.Too many times we stand aside and let the water slip away.To what we put off 'til tomorrow has now become today(understood—we procrastinate.So don't you sit upon the shore (understood – be a bystander) and say you're satisfied.Choose to chance the rapids (understood - taking chances) and dare to dance the tides (understood – live life).        -Chorus-There's bound to be rough waters, and I know I'll take some falls(understood challenges).With the good Lord as my captain, I can make it through them all. ( understood God guides him in reaching his dream just like a captain guides a vessel)        -Chorus-

  39. The Rose by Bette Middler • Underline the metaphors

  40. Some say love, it is a riverthat drowns the tender reed.Some say love, it is a razorthat leaves your soul to bleed.Some say love, it is a hunger,an endless aching need.I say love, it is a flower,and you its only seed.It's the heart afraid of breakingthat never learns to dance.It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance.It's the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to give,and the soul afraid of dyin'that never learns to live.When the night has been too lonelyand the road has been too long (understood – life has been hard),and you think that love is onlyfor the lucky and the strong,just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snowslies the seed that with the sun's lovein the spring becomes the rose (understood – rose is love).

  41. Some say love, it is a riverthat drowns the tender reed.Some say love, it is a razorthat leaves your soul to bleed.Some say love, it is a hunger,an endless aching need.I say love, it is a flower,and you its only seed.It's the heart afraid of breakingthat never learns to dance.It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance.It's the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to give,and the soul afraid of dyin'that never learns to live.When the night has been too lonelyand the road has been too long (understood – life has been hard),and you think that love is onlyfor the lucky and the strong,just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snowslies the seed that with the sun's lovein the spring becomes the rose (understood – rose is love).

  42. Norm Nicholson And chiselled clear on stone, A spider-web of shell, The thumbprint of the sea

  43. May Swenson On silent hinges Open-folds her wings Applauding hands

  44. Phoebe Hesketh Giraffe-talk, gormless somehow Heads hanging Over the next garden

  45. Gareth Owen Boredom Is clouds Black as old slate Chucking rain straight On our Housing Estate All grey Day long.

  46. Metaphor for a Family My family lives inside a medicine chest: Dad is the super-size band aid, strong and powerful but not always effective in a crisis.Mom is the middle-size tweezers,which picks and pokes and pinches.David is the single small aspirin on the third shelf,sometimes ignored.Muffin, the sheep dog, is a round cotton ball, stained and dirty, that pops off the shelf and bounces in my way as I open the door.And I am the wood and glue which hold us all together with my love. By: Belinda

  47. Fifth of July My family is an expired firecrackerset off by the blowtorch of divorce. We lay scattered in many directions.My father is the wick, badly burnt but still glowing softly.My mother is the blackened paper fluttering down,blowing this way and that, unsure where to land.My sister is the fallen, colorful parachute,lying in a tangled knot, unable to see the beauty sheholds.My brother is the fresh, untouched powder thatwas protected from the flame. And I,I am the singed, outside papers, curled awayfrom everything, silently cursing the blowtorch.

  48. Your turn—Portfolio Poem #3 Write a poem about your family describing the members using metaphors. Your poem should be an extended metaphor My family is a (your metaphor) My father is (metaphor) My mother is (metaphor) I am (metaphor) You get the idea

  49. Similes and Metaphors • Oh, my love is like a red, red rose OR My lover’s cheeks are like red roses • My lover’s cheeks are red roses OR Oh, my love is a red, red rose.

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