Love is like sunlight (Simile) Infatuation absorbed through the skin (Personification) A chemical reaction of feelings I grow with passion Shining out upon her, upon its source
Her love is like a tremendous storm Not terrifying or traumatizing (Alliteration) A thrill you chase
You turn the key to start ignition, as the sparks fly The engine roars, she comes alive It’s icy out so be careful, you don’t want to die She is right next to you, a sense of revive
You have fun sliding, a feeling to thrive She says that she's done with you She distracts you from your mission to keep you both alive Slip sliding slung away, you don’t know what to do
The keys unturned the sparks are gone She left you all alone, slip sliding away
Broken Vase At one point you were a beautiful vase (metaphor) He decided to pick you up and promised “I’ll never hurt you” You let him hold you as you trusted his words His brown eyes and adorable smile constantly reassured you
BANG! (onomatopoeia) Suddenly he drops you You’re falling and falling
Hitting the ground Lying on the floor Searching for his comfort He isn’t there to pick you up
Promises obliterated Shattered into millions of pieces (consonance) Feeling completely broken
Others try to come along and repair you Into the beautiful vase you once were But still you are left broken The brown eyes do not collect the missing pieces (personification) Of what you once were
What is love? Where is love ? Who is love ? Love is a journey and we are those, who travels metaphor Following the direction of common course But fighting with weather and confusion..
Golden way is disappearing from sight darkness around makes you hurrying. personification
Love is like wind, you cannot see it but can simile Easily feel it, you can find the right course by feeling The fiery conscience which keeps you alive
Spring makes its entrance Nature begins to flourish A feeling of renewal comes about the air (assonance) Leaves bud and roots begin to just break(alliteration)the surface
Summer debuts What used was once just a bud has now blossomed into a beautiful flower(alliteration) The sun shines down and illuminates all
Here comes the fall The once beautiful blossom begins to wilt The feeling of warmth every so slowly dissipated Clouds disperse over the land engulfing the earth in a gloomy darkness
Winter is now here The blossom and all of its beauty is gone Now only the roots remain (consonance)
Everyone plays this game, They play with the intent of a gain. Win or lose, It's all the same.
It's just a pain when you get so far, Only to die in a war. Yet a struggle to stay alive, alliteration You’ll die in a blink of an eye.
Then get bilked out of the time you put in, Knowing it was all one huge lie. It’s like a dream, simile Nothing but a fake reality.
You try so hard to stay alive, In a fantasy that isn’t so easily depicted from reality. assonance You then realize it’s all just so depraved, Yet there is no way to mollify the pain.
If you try to perpetuate the game, It’ll end up exacerbating the pain. You flounder while trying to forget, But end up with more regret.
When you lose, Try playing another game. One that doesn’t come with pain, But one with a gain.
Always remember Love is a game, With a lot of pain. Play if you dare, Beware of the adverse gain.
Love breathes like you and me Love moves from being to being Love can also be dangerous and deadly But love can cure and be healing
Love is the arrow sprung from cupid's bow Binding two hearts into one feeling When this love is broken it will leave the heart hurt and cold Exuberating immense pain like a sheep shearing
When the heart is broken it is like a crumpled paper It will never return to its past state with no folds But can be flattened with patience and the right shaper Who cares for this broken heart must be careful when they take its hold
To love is to care And it is a cross that everyone has to bare
“Two to tango” Love is like a tandem bicycle simile It requires two, in tune To cruise to some cryptic tunes That prompt thought and cost
Financially and physically Two too work this bike Together all in at all cost One lets up and the other fails
Feels forgot, but the slacker is just metaphor A component to the bike, a replaceable component And yet the rider does not replace the other component Resets, revamps, refreshes, and restarts on another day alliteration
That day the bike may slice through the air or Crash downhill, bent, broken, ruined Crumpled like a can unable to return to It original state.
An invisible criminal up in disguise (Assonance) Swiftly and secretly getting too close (Alliteration) Trapped in a corner locked in with nowhere to go You need to get out
He will steal it all So precious and golden begging for you Drugged and choking waiting for the weakness
Telling you are special like a slap on the face Smack, the screaming and ripping begins (Onomatopoeia) Enveloped and stuck Stolen to never get back.
Poker Game
ReplyDeleteAt first it seems enchanting
The cards
The money
The glitz
It lures you in (Personification)
With its promising reward
You spend hours upon hours
Playing the game
Until one day
It plays you
Before you know it
You’re trapped
Each game fills you with blind thrill
The pain is ignored
With each new hand
You are restored (Consonance)
Your life is numb
Your morals shattered (Onomatopoeia)
Everything you have
Has been forgotten
With each new game
You lose yourself
You never paid attention
To the pain you made
Now all you have left
Are the memories of poker
You gave everything up
To be left broken
Lost
ReplyDeleteFrantically searching for the nearest route
But no trail leads to where you want to be
Rights and lefts (Consonance)
Making wrong turns
Screaming and shouting
No one helping
The woods as quiet
As can be (Simile)
A circle of cynicism (Alliteration)
Looking but never finding
With the dark reaching out (Personification)
Consuming your soul
A maze of misconception
Makes the experience
All the more worthwhile
Sunlight
ReplyDeleteLove is like sunlight (Simile)
Infatuation absorbed through the skin (Personification)
A chemical reaction of feelings
I grow with passion
Shining out upon her, upon its source
Her love is like a tremendous storm
Not terrifying or traumatizing (Alliteration)
A thrill you chase
Her love comforts me
The calm after the rain
The War of Love
ReplyDeleteThe couple gets the temporary feeling of compassion
But in reality it is one big disaster sizzling (Onomatopoeia) in the mind of many
The ups and downs similar to the outcomes of a battle
Drifting back and forth it is hard to bear with the struggle
Bullets firing back and forth whispering a scareful message (Personification)
In the end, the result is an everlasting scar
Love haunts the soul
Like that of a ghost (Simile)
With people left to start a new beginning,
there is only one solution
Love is war
Bryce Poshak
Rubber Band
ReplyDeleteFake and delicate assonance
Its elasticity seems endless
Stretching and pulling Onomatopoeia
It can only go so far
Love and hate bound
Shattered, broken
Happiness exists in the circle consonance
Reese Johnson
Slip Sliding Away- Love Poem
ReplyDeleteYou turn the key to start ignition, as the sparks fly
The engine roars, she comes alive
It’s icy out so be careful, you don’t want to die
She is right next to you, a sense of revive
You have fun sliding, a feeling to thrive
She says that she's done with you
She distracts you from your mission to keep you both alive
Slip sliding slung away, you don’t know what to do
The keys unturned the sparks are gone
She left you all alone, slip sliding away
Jay Stadtmueller
Broken Vase
ReplyDeleteAt one point you were a beautiful vase (metaphor)
He decided to pick you up and promised
“I’ll never hurt you”
You let him hold you as you trusted his words
His brown eyes and adorable smile constantly reassured you
BANG! (onomatopoeia)
Suddenly he drops you
You’re falling
and falling
Hitting the ground
Lying on the floor
Searching for his comfort
He isn’t there to pick you up
Promises obliterated
Shattered into millions of pieces (consonance)
Feeling completely broken
Others try to come along and repair you
Into the beautiful vase you once were
But still you are left broken
The brown eyes do not collect the missing pieces (personification)
Of what you once were
Light Bulb
ReplyDeleteIt starts bright
Exciting and with energy (Assonance)
It takes work to get
But we feel the effort is worth it
Then we forget about it (Consonance)
The light flickers on and off
and begins to dim overtime
The energy and brightness dissipates
The interest is lost (Consonance)
And eventually it burns out
Then we replace it
With one similar to the last
One that is brighter and superior
Forgetting about the last
And so the cycle repeats over and over
Course of journey
ReplyDeleteWhat is love? Where is love ? Who is love ?
Love is a journey and we are those, who travels metaphor
Following the direction of common course
But fighting with weather and confusion..
Golden way is disappearing from sight
darkness around makes you hurrying. personification
Love is like wind, you cannot see it but can simile
Easily feel it, you can find the right course by feeling
The fiery conscience which keeps you alive
The Seasons
ReplyDeleteSpring makes its entrance
Nature begins to flourish
A feeling of renewal comes about the air (assonance)
Leaves bud and roots begin to just break(alliteration)the surface
Summer debuts
What used was once just a bud has now blossomed into a beautiful flower(alliteration)
The sun shines down and illuminates all
Here comes the fall
The once beautiful blossom begins to wilt
The feeling of warmth every so slowly dissipated
Clouds disperse over the land engulfing the earth in a gloomy darkness
Winter is now here
The blossom and all of its beauty is gone
Now only the roots remain (consonance)
Jon Fry's poem
DeleteThe darkness taunts you personification
ReplyDeleteClosing in on your heart
You struggle to breathe
Paralysis freezes your conscience assonance/ consonance
The cold metal hardens as times passes
Ripping into your flesh tearing at your skin assonance
The past can haunt you forever
Imprisoned by love
Ethan Wheeler
Game
ReplyDeleteEveryone plays this game,
They play with the intent of a gain.
Win or lose,
It's all the same.
It's just a pain when you get so far,
Only to die in a war.
Yet a struggle to stay alive, alliteration
You’ll die in a blink of an eye.
Then get bilked out of the time you put in,
Knowing it was all one huge lie.
It’s like a dream, simile
Nothing but a fake reality.
You try so hard to stay alive,
In a fantasy that isn’t so easily depicted from reality. assonance
You then realize it’s all just so depraved,
Yet there is no way to mollify the pain.
If you try to perpetuate the game,
It’ll end up exacerbating the pain.
You flounder while trying to forget,
But end up with more regret.
When you lose,
Try playing another game.
One that doesn’t come with pain,
But one with a gain.
Always remember
Love is a game,
With a lot of pain.
Play if you dare,
Beware of the adverse gain.
Paul Nash's Poem
DeleteDance Monkey, Dance
ReplyDeleteWeak and fragile
Strings controlling your every move
Dictating your thoughts
Your master, your menace (alliteration)
Like a puppeteer he makes you dance (simile)
A gullible fool
Feeling complete
Accepting the ordinary
Hoping that it will never end
And then it does
The dancing stops
You’re left there cold and afraid
Heartache screams (personification)
You wonder, why?
While he’s controlling another puppet
Olivia Seering
My Orange Jumpsuit
ReplyDeleteLike a prison (simile)
Your head tells you that you are mistaken (alliteration)
Your heart tells you it’s moral
You try to leave but
It forces you to linger (personification)
You try to walk
But it forces you to crawl
The shackles hold broken promises
Breaking free from love’s incarceration
Massiel Mendoza
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ReplyDeleteHer weakness
ReplyDeleteSweet but cold, and tempting (consonance)
Opening her flavorful heart
When those three words I love you
Melts in her mouth (alliteration)
Disintegrating as a memory (personification)
-Esmeralda Vera Hernandez
3 little words
ReplyDeleteMy love could fill an ocean (Metaphor)
An overflow each beach;
It could stretch around the world
And to the heavens reach (personification)
My love is even larger
Than there are word’s to say it’s true,
But all I need are 3 little words
For saying, I love you
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ReplyDeleteA new haircut
ReplyDeleteDifferent types and styles
With people in different places
Salons and shops across miles(Consonance)
Same feeling, different faces
What is expected will do well(Alliteration)
But the outcome is always unsure
No matter the gel
Or what you can endure
Soon the bloom and spark deplete
Like fire in the snow(Simile)
The curse of time
Took merely a month to grow
Now I enter again
My hope is an abyss(metaphor)
For my trim is gone
Like the taste of her kiss(simile)
Love breathes like you and me
ReplyDeleteLove moves from being to being
Love can also be dangerous and deadly
But love can cure and be healing
Love is the arrow sprung from cupid's bow
Binding two hearts into one feeling
When this love is broken it will leave the heart hurt and cold
Exuberating immense pain like a sheep shearing
When the heart is broken it is like a crumpled paper
It will never return to its past state with no folds
But can be flattened with patience and the right shaper
Who cares for this broken heart must be careful when they take its hold
To love is to care
And it is a cross that everyone has to bare
“Two to tango”
ReplyDeleteLove is like a tandem bicycle simile
It requires two, in tune
To cruise to some cryptic tunes
That prompt thought and cost
Financially and physically
Two too work this bike
Together all in at all cost
One lets up and the other fails
Feels forgot, but the slacker is just metaphor
A component to the bike, a replaceable component
And yet the rider does not replace the other component
Resets, revamps, refreshes, and restarts on another day alliteration
That day the bike may slice through the air or
Crash downhill, bent, broken, ruined
Crumpled like a can unable to return to
It original state.
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ReplyDeleteHeart Robbery
ReplyDeleteAn invisible criminal up in disguise (Assonance)
Swiftly and secretly getting too close (Alliteration)
Trapped in a corner locked in with nowhere to go
You need to get out
He will steal it all
So precious and golden begging for you
Drugged and choking waiting for the weakness
Telling you are special like a slap on the face
Smack, the screaming and ripping begins (Onomatopoeia)
Enveloped and stuck
Stolen to never get back.
-Abby Anderson
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ReplyDeletePoker Game
ReplyDeleteAt first it seems enchanting
The cards
The money
The glitz
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goldenslot mobile
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ReplyDeleteShooting Stars
ReplyDeleteAs the exquisite colors changed
From the oranges and reds
To the brilliant blues and blacks (alliteration)
Of the evening skies
What was (assonance) hidden before is now revealed
The true beauty of the evening
The stars from here and there (assonance)
Living forever
Watching over us as we sleep
Shooting stars start (alliteration) to fall
Granting us our wishes (personification)
And creating new dreams
Without the darkness
We would (alliteration) never
Find
The shooting stars (alliteration)
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