Figurative Language

Front

This town is colder now, sick of us. Time to make our move, shaking off the rust.

Back

Personification

Front

"Your teeth are like stars; They come out at night. They come back at dawn When they're ready to bite."

Back

Simile

Front

He is a night owl.

Back

Metaphor

Front

All the windows are playing their game, where I won't see outside again till I write all the fog away.

Back

Personification

Front

Maria is a chicken

Back

Metaphor

Front

She swung on this play gym like a monkey and hissed like an angry cat.

Back

Simile

Front

". . . my wrath did grow"
"I watered it in fears
night and morning with my tears.
I sunned it with smiles."

Back

Personification

Front

"While he daydreamed about lunch, his stomach growled like a bear."

Back

Simile

Front

Buried in a sea of paperwork.

Back

Metaphor

Front

When I saw a crowd of golden daffodils fluttering and dancing by the lake, beneath the trees.

Back

Personification