Figurative Language

Front

Shelia walked home, the wind gripped her in its frigid fingertips.

Back

personification

Front

You glow in my heart like the flames of uncounted candles.

Back

simile

Front

A year has gone as the tortoise goes, heavy and slow.

Back

simile

Front

Christmas will never come.

Back

hyperbole

Front

Engine hacked and coughed as Kevin turned the key; the old car wouldn’t start.

Back

personification

Front

My heart is a nest that had song-birds in it.

Back

metaphor

Front

Everyone knows that.

Back

hyperbole

Front

Purple jars of night spill.

Back

metaphor

Front

Dante resisted his diet, but the donut shop called to him at night.

Back

personification

Front

The ship of my soul is rolling to port at last.

Back

metaphor