Metaphor

Definition: Metaphor is when you use two

nouns and compare or contrast them to one
another. Unlike simile, you don't use "like"
or "as" in the comparison.

Examples
I am a rainbow

"I am a rainbow" is a example of metaphor

because it is comparing two nouns, a
person, and a rainbow, but does not use like
or as.

I am not Anger

"I am not anger" is an example of metaphor

because it is contrasting two nouns.
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.

By Autumn
I AM LAS VEGAS

I am Las Vegas growing by the infinite

awake morning by night,
or day.
I am Las Vegas
My hand is the sand.

By Rachel

I AM A SWORD
 I am a sword,
Sharper than a tongue
Nobody can defeat me,
Because I am a sword,
I can not be hurt by what people say
About me,
I will not show my anger
Against
Someone else.

By Alex

 
MATH

Math is the career for kids.

If you don't
know math
you won't make any money.
you won't get a job.
you won't get a house.

By Jake

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practice what you metaphor
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Metaphor Poem
I wrote this poem for a man i love whom we were best friends and he hurt me by
leading me on and it turns out he has a girlfriend so we decided that our
friendship (we are best friends) is more important than our feelings.

Murder Of Love
© Annesta Brotherson
Murderer
I am hanging on to life support
And slowly I felt my pulse dropping
My heart began slowing down
I could feel the tears burning me internally
My tears precipitate like the rainfall
The tears welded up in my eyes,
Rolled down my cheek and landed on the floor
It sounded like gunshots in the distance
With this, I felt an unfamiliar spirit
It was death it was stalking me,
I began to breathe uncontrollably as I felt it grabbing me
In the most violent way possible,
I felt like life was seeping through me
I now knew what was meant by
Your life just flashed in front of you
In that moment that is what had happened
Just a few day ago me an my partner for life had the best days of our life
Laughing, smiling like little children and enjoying life
Five years, a long time and I didn’t know it ended until
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw myself standing in front of my body
It wasn’t the out of body experience I thought I had
But the resounding sound of the flat line going off
Confirmed my deepest fear.
I could hear faintly the Doctors calling out my name
I watched then my already limp body looking tear stricken and my face swollen
I looked pale and peaceful,
Did I just experience death?
How am I going to face the judgment seat?
What was I about to say about my life?
Was I going to confess to whom have murdered me?
Sin is Sin but Could I ever forgive the most unforgivable sin
The murder of Love!

Metaphor Poem
I was inspired to do this poem by a friend who told me to write about the first
thing I saw and mould it into an issue. Thanks!!!

The Pencil Case

© Beatrice Alesana-Rennie
The eraser erased my bad habits
While the pencil drew in new ones
The glue stick glued on a whole new face
As the scissors cut away my background and past
The ball point pen then made the changes permanent
While the colored pencils shaded in my body
The calculator changed my way of thinking
As the sharpener grazed over my rough edges
Finally, the ruler
I had to measure up to your standards
Now me and you
We walk, talk and think the same
Two moving as one
I don’t even know who I’ve become
What I was before
You’ve changed me more than you’ll ever know

Source: Inspired By A Friend, Metaphor Poems

http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=20011#ixzz0wAVRmSg8
Metaphor Poem
When life calls you must answer life decided to give me a challenge which here is
a call like on the phone so...

A Call
© Shavelly Valencia
It calls once in a while
Asking you to go an extra mile
If you answer you know what to expect
The challenge that has to be met
Why answer the call??
It won’t make a difference at all
That is an askew thought
You know the call can’t be fought
You know you have to
This you can’t argue
Its going to be hard
Your mind is now unbarred
You say hello
There's that friendly fellow
LIFE!!!

Source: When Life Calls You Must Answer, Metaphor Poems

http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=26167#ixzz0wAVbHh8K
Take a Poem to Lunch
I'd love to take a poem to lunch
or treat it to a wholesome brunch
of fresh cut fruit and apple crunch.
I'd spread it neatly on the cloth
beside a bowl of chicken broth
and watch a mug of root beer froth.

I'd feel the words collect the mood,

the taste and feel of tempting food
popped in the mouth and slowly chewed,
and get the smell of fresh baked bread
that sniffs inside and fills your head
with thoughts that no word ever said.

And as the words rest on the page

beside the cumin, salt and sage,
and ever slowly starts to age,
like soup that simmers as it's stirred,
ingredients get mixed and blurred
and blends in taste with every word
until the poet gets it right,
the taste and smell
and sound and sight,
the words that make it fit.
Just write.

by Denise Rodgers
Copyright© Denise Rodgers
A Little Bit of Nonsense
All Rights Reserved
Art by Julie Martin

In this poem, the poem and the words themselves are metaphors. You can't really take a poem to
lunch. (Well, you could take a book, but that's not the intended meaning of the poem.) And
words don't "simmer," "blend", and words most certainly do not eat a "wholesome brunch." Read
the following metaphor poem and decide for yourself. . .

The next poem, from page 76 of my book, A Little Bit of Nonsense, could also be called a
"metaphor poem" as it is also loaded with metaphors. You don't really dig for a poem, or for a
clue. There is no shovel involved, but it does make a nice metaphor, or picture, in your mind.
And when was the last time you saw rhythm and meter "prancing and romancing"? Read on and
see how many metaphors you can find in this poem.

Mining for a Poem

Mining for a poem
pining to go home
to where the rhyme and meter make some sense.
Digging for a clue
for what my words should do
all safely bound within a picket fence.

Searching for a rhyme

is not a waste of time,
and rhythm must be meter's closest friend.
Together they go dancing,
lithely prancing and romancing
till the poem comes to a satisfying end.
by Denise Rodgers
Copyright© Denise Rodgers
A Little Bit of Nonsense
All Rights Reserved
Art by Julie Martin