Saturday 17 January 2015

Yew Khang's Poetic Devices

Rhyme example: When every distance is too far, when all we hope for is a par, when 'wallowing; becomes 'to bathe', that's when the peasants will turn to czars.

Alliteration example: When i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping...

Onomatopoeia example: And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You head is if an army muttered; and the muttering grew to a grumbling; and the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; and out of the houses the rate cam tumbling.

Simile example: Looks like a mud puddle in the sky and smells like mouldy leather. It sounds like a giant's stomach grumbling and feels like turning inside out.

Metaphor example: A head like a snake, a neck like a drake. As straight as beam, as fast as a bream. A foot like a cat, a tail like a rat. As graceful as a horse, as powerful as G-force.

Hyperbole example: Oh, I'm Dirty Dan, the world's dirtiest man. I never have taken a shower. I can't see my shirt- it's so covered with dirt and my ears have enough to grow flowers.

Personification example: "... the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while,  with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, i pursued nature to her hiding-places.

Symbolism example: Crossing alone the nighted ferry, With the one coin for fee, Whom, on the wharf of Lethe waiting, Count you to find? Not me.

Imagery example: Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky, Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats. Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels, And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.

Free Verse example: Some kind of attraction that is neither, Animal, vegetable, nor mineral, a power not. Solar, fusion, or magnetic And it is all in my head that I could see into his And find myself sitting there.

Allusion example: The problem with love this days is that society has taught the human race to stare at people with their eyes rather than their souls.

Rhythm example: Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life


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