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What are Similes? As clean as a whistle As quick as lightning As dead as a dodo As bright as a button As brave as a lion As dull as dishwater When we say something is like something else, we are using a simile. Similes use the words ‘like’ or ‘as’. As sick as a parrot
More Similes Reveal Idea Reveal Idea As slow as a tortoise As smooth as silk Reveal Idea Reveal Idea As slippery as an eel As solid as a rock Reveal Idea As strong as an ox Reveal Idea As sharp as a razor Reveal Idea Reveal Idea As tough as nails As quiet as a mouse As nutty as a fruitcake Reveal Idea Can you think of a simile for these sentences? Click the ‘reveal idea’ button to see the words. Reveal Idea As light as a feather Reveal Idea As wise as an owl
What are Metaphors? The angry teacher boomed at the children The lightning danced across the sky. Goal machine Wayne Rooney scored again. A blanket of snow fell overnight. The holiday makers baked in the sun. A metaphor is an unusual, but clever way of describing something. A metaphor describes something like something else. The tornado ripped through the caravan park.
More Metaphors Reveal Idea Reveal Idea Chloe’s heart melted as she saw the handsome boy. The hungry man wolfed his lunch as quickly as he could. Reveal Idea Reveal Idea The striker tore through the opponent’s defence. The waves clawed at the side of the boat. Reveal Idea Reveal Idea The driver slammed the brakes to avoid crashing. The biting northerly wind cut through the hiker’s body. Reveal Idea Reveal Idea The non-stop train thundered through the station. Can you think of a metaphor for these sentences? Click the ‘reveal idea’ button to see the words. Reveal Idea The lion’s eyes pierced the night sky.
Poems with Similes I'm as sad as an odd sockwith no one to wear itas sad as a birthdaywith no one to share itas sad as a teddywith no one to care for it as sad as a fireworkwith no one to light itas sad as a strawberrywith no one to bite itas sad as a grey daywith no sun to lighten it as sad as a bonfirewith no one to poke itas sad as a puppywith no one to stroke itas sad as a promisewhen somebody broke it.
Poems with Similes Life is like a cherrySweet, with a hard stone insideLife is a damp patch on the carpetThat mum tries to hideLife is like a door that is locked - When you find the key you can enter the gardenLife is a bar of lemon-scented soapLife is the name of the gameand I want to play the game with youLife is like a tub of glue Stuck when the lessons around you are hard Life is like a fire, Burns out when all its energy has gone By Roger Stevens
Poems with Metaphors: My Family is a Medicine Chest My family lives inside a medicine chest: Dad is the super-size band aid, strong and powerfulbut not always effective in a crisis.Mom is the middle-size tweezer,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 gluewhich hold us all together with my love.
Imagery Poem: Sounds Like Magic I listened to a sea shell and thought I could hear the rushing of the waves Inside my ear. I held an empty egg shell close against my head and thought I heard a pecking chick hatching from its bed. I found a hollow coconut and listened for a sound I thought I heard horses’ hooves pounding on the ground. I took an empty teacup to see what I might hear and thought I heard a giant’s voice booming in my ear. By Celia Warren
Imagery Poem: My Hands Think of all my hands can do, pick up a pin and do up a shoe, they can help, they can hurt too, or paint a summer sky bright blue. They can throw and they can catch, They clap the team that wins the match. If I’m rough my hands can scratch. If I’m rude my hands can snatch. Gently, gently they can stroke, carefully carry a glass of coke, tickle my best friend for a joke. but I won’t let them nip and poke. My hands give and my hands take. With Gran they bake a yummy cake. They can mend but they can break. Think of music hands can make. By Jo Peters
A Poem to be Spoken Silently It was so silent that I heard my thoughts rustle like leaves in a paper bag… It was so peaceful that I heard the trees ease off their coats of bark… It was so still that I heard the paving stones groan as they muscled for space It was so silent that I heard A page of this book Whisper to its neighbour, ‘Look it’s peering at us again…’
A Poem to be Spoken Silently It was so still that I felt a raindrop grin as it tickled the window’s pane… It was so calm that I sensed a smile crack the face of a stranger… It was so quiet that I heard the morning earth roll over in its sleep and doze for five minutes more… By Pie Corbett
Imagery Poem: Wings If I had wings I would touch the fingertips of clouds and glide on the wind’s breath. If I had wings I would taste a chunk of the sun as hot as a peppered curry. If I had wings I would listen to the clouds of sheep bleat and graze on the blue.
Imagery Poem: Wings If I had wings I would breathe deep and sniff the scent of raindrops. If I had wings I would gaze at the people who cling to the Earth’s crust. If I had wings I would dream of swimming the deserts and walking the seas. By Pie Corbett
Imagery Poem: I Saw I saw a peacock with a fiery tail I saw a blazing comet drop down hail I saw a cloud with ivy circled round I saw a sturdy oak tree creep on the ground I saw an ant swallow up a whale I saw a raging sea brim full of ale I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep I saw a well full of men’s tears that weep I saw their eyes all in a blame of fire I saw a house as big as the moon and higher I saw the sun even in the midst of night I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight. Anon.
Limericks are funny poems with 5 lines. They usually have a syllable pattern of 8, 8, 6, 6, 8 and uses this rhyme pattern: A, A, B, B, A Limericks A bald headed man from Dundee, Lost his wig, in a wind, in a tree, When he looked up he spied it, A hen was inside it, And it laid him an egg for his tea. There once was a farmer from Leeds,Who ate six packets of seeds,It soon came to pass,He was covered with grass,And he couldn't sit down for the weeds! There one was a man from Peru,Who dreamed of eating his shoe,he awoke with a fright,in the middle of the night,and found that his dream had come true!
Limericks I have a strange Aunty called Jean, She’s quite tall and thin as a bean, On bright sunny days, When she’s standing sideways, Aunt Jean cannot even be seen. There was an old man with a beard, Who said, ‘It is just as I feared! – Two owls and a hen, Four larks and a wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!’ The school trip was a special occasion, But we never reached our destination, Instead of the zoo, I was locked in the loo, On an M62 service station.
Haikus Winter downpour – even the monkey needs a raincoat. Old pond, leap splash – a frog. Friends part for ever – wild geese lost in cloud. Insect song – over winter’s garden moon’s hair thin. A haiku was traditionally used in Japan. They often use 17 syllables, but many modern haikus don’t. They always use 3 lines. Violets – How precious on A mountain path.
Haikus Swaying in the breeze, Their heads nodding, bluebells ring, Heralding summer. Grey as steel, the sea, Shimmers in the fading light, Day slides into night. Why do you bumble? Are you unsure what to do, In your stripy suit? A haiku was traditionally used in Japan. They often use 17 syllables, but many modern haikus don’t. They always use 3 lines. • Old pond • Frog jumped-in • Water sound
Cinquains Yo yo, make it fall down, Then make it come back up again. Down is easy but coming back? Failure. Windows At Halloween Glowing with pumpkin light Grant us protection from evil Tonight. Line up search in panic for partner on the coach. An odd number – one left over Why me? A cinquain has a standard syllable pattern. It has 22 syllables, 5 lines and a sequence of 2, 4, 6, 8, 2.
Cinquains Jumpinginto the pond.I kick my fear away,my arms pull down, my head pops up,I breathe. The oakin my backyardholds twisted rope and wood and knows the name of every childthat swings. It's darkI'm surroundedby strange shapes and shadowsThere's someone coming up the stairsIt's.... Mum!
List Poems Live on cola, crisps and cake. Trade the gerbil for a snake. Fall asleep in front of the telly. Only wash when I’m really smelly. Leave my clothes all scattered about. Play loud music, scream and shout. Do what I feel like with my hair. Throw tantrums. Belch loud. Swear. Paint my bedroom red and black. Leave the dishes in a stack. Find out what it’s like to be me. Let this list grow long… Get free! P.S. Take my savings in my hand. Buy a ticket to Laserland. Things I’d do if it weren’t for mum
Drink my tea in peace and quiet, Practice yoga. Go on a diet. Paint his room in almond white. Dismantle the strobe light. Give the gerbil cage away. Keep the telly off all day. Get the kitchen nice and clean. Take a break from the washing machine. Stack the CDs back on the shelf. Have the house completely to myself. When it’s tea time not bother to cook. Phone for a pizza and read my book. P.S. Go for a walking holiday in the hills. No theme parks, laser quests or other thrills. By Tony Mitton List Poems Things I’d do if it weren’t for my son
A Monster Alphabet A is for ALIEN arriving by air. B is for BASILISK with the deadliest scare. C is for CYCLOPS, he’s only one eye. D is for DRAGON, he’ll light up the sky. E is for EXTRA TERRESTRIAL CREATURES F is for FRANKENSTEIN of the frightening features. G is for GRIFFIN, a lion with a beak. H is for HYDRA, the many headed freak. I is for INVISIBLE SPIRITS of night. J is for JACK-O-LANTERN, that bright little sprite. K is for KELPIE, with the great shining teeth. L is for LOCH NESS and the MONSTER beneath. M is for MERMAID who appears from the deep.
N is for NIGHTMARE that troubles our sleep. O is for OPERA PHANTOM who sings. P is for PHOENIX with fiery wings. Q is for QUASIMODO who swings from his bell. R is for ROC, the great bird of hell. S is for SANDMAN, he’ll steal every dream. T is for TROLL ‘neath the bridge by the stream U is for UNICORN with her long horn of gold. V is for VAMPIRE in his tomb dark and cold. W is for WEREWOLF who howls ‘neath the sky. X is for XANTHUS the horse that can fly Y is for YETI, that abominable beast. Z is for ZOMBIE the last, but not least.
Acrostic Poems: Seasons S pringtime casts a spell of green, P aints flowers opening to the sun. R ains fall softly, saying ‘Wake’. I n a fresh world just begun. N ew leaves and buds, bird and lambs. G row and burst, hatch and run. S ummer, when we lie on grass U nder shimmer of blue sky. M urmuring bees, shade of trees. M atching butterflies flutter by. E vening holds the scent of flowers. R acing in lightness, swallows fly.
Acrostic Poems: Seasons A utumn, when the leaves turn red, U mber and amber and then fly. T he wispy smoke of bonfires drifts U pwards in the evening sky. M orning mists blur scarlet berries, N uts and apples drop and die. W hen your warm breath smokes, I n the bitter morning chill. N ight brings frosts that creep and crisp. T rees are stretching black and still. E tching patterns where the bright R obin dares a whistling trill.
Acrostic Poems: Giant E normous feeder L oyal minder E arth remover P ower lifter H andy blaster A larming trumpeter N imble rammer T hunder maker E arly learner L aughter maker E asy dozer P ractical joker H uge destroyer A geless wonder N oisy swimmer T reetop cropper
Humorous Poems Where do all the Teachers Go? Where do all the teachers go When its 4 o’clock? Do they live in houses And do they wash their socks? Do they wear pyjamas And do they watch TV? And do they pick their noses The same as you and me? Do they live with other people? Have they mums and dads? And were they ever children? And were they ever bad?
Humorous Poems Where do all the Teachers Go? Did they ever, never spell right? Did they ever makes mistakes? Were they punished in the corner If they pinched the chocolate flakes? Did they ever lose their hymn books? Did they ever leave their greens? Did they scribble on the desk tops? Did they wear dirty old jeans? I’ll follow one back home today I’ll find out what they do Then I’ll put it in a poem That they can read to you. By Peter Dixon
Humorous Poems: Magic Cat My mum whilst walking through the door Spilt some magic on the floor Blobs of this And splots of that But most of it upon the cat Our cat turned magic, straight away and in the garden went to play where it grew two massive wings And flew around in fancy rings. ‘Oh look!” cried mother, pointing high, ‘I didn’t know our cat could fly.’ Then with a dash of Tibby’s tail she turned my mum into a snail! So now she lives beneath a stone and dusts around a different home and I’m an ant and dad’s a mouse and Tibby’s living in our house. By Peter Dixon
Humorous Poems Where Teachers Keep Their Pets Mrs Cox has a fox Nesting in her curly locks Mrs Spratt’s tabby cat Sleeps beneath his bobble hat Miss Cahoots has various newts Swimming in her zip-up boots Mr. Spray has Fred the fly Eating food stains from his tie Mrs Groat shows off her stoat Round the collar of her coat Mr. Spare’s got grizzle bears Hiding in his spacious flares. And… Mrs Vickers has a stick insect called ‘Stickers’ …but no-one’s ever seen where she keeps it. by Paul Cookson