Aidan, Adam and Xavier's "The Visitor"

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Sarvesh,Shu Hui, Jane 'The Visitor'

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Zhi Heng, Kai Le and Deandra "The Visitor" by Ian Serrailler

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The Visitor (By Ian Serrailler) - Desmond, Deon, Joy

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Emmanuel, Rachelle, Yun Chuan 'The Visitor' by Ian Serra

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Jane, Shu Hui and Sarvesh 'The Visitor' by Ian Serrailler

Poetic Device

Rhyme
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat I started to bubble.
Watching the others I knew I was in trouble

They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife.
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside.
This was the day this cupcake had died.

Alliteration
Garry’s giraffe gobbled gooseberryies greedily, getting good at grabbing goodies.

Onomatopoeia

whoosh, passing breeze

flags flutter and flap

frog croaks, bird whistles

babbling bubbles from tap

Simile

Your feet smell so bad

Just like limburger cheese

That I’m holding my nose tight

Between my two knees.

Metaphor

I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me. 
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.

It tells of my youth and girlish ways, my adolescents and my young womans dreams.

It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.

Hyperbole

I’m bigger than the entire earth
More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have tried
Not one could ever stop me.
I control each person with my hand
and hold up fleets of ships.
I can make them bend to my will
with one word from my lips.
I’m the greatest power in the world
in this entire nation.
No one should ever try to stop
a child’s imagination.

Personification

Hey diddle, Diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Imagery

The winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.

Six o'clock.

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

And now a gusty shower wraps

The grimy scraps

Of withered leaves about your feet

And newspapers from vacant lots;

The showers beat

On broken blinds and chimney-pots,

And at the corner of the street

A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

Free Verse

After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, 

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: 

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, 

Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface.

Xavier's Poetic Devices

Rhyme:

The Life Of A Cupcake

They put me in the oven to bake.
Me a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat I started to bubble.
Watching the others I knew I was in trouble

They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife.
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside.
This was the day this cupcake had died

Alliteration:

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

Onomatopoeia:

Brothers

My boys are my brothers
Without the aid of my father and my mother.
They don’t bounce when the bullets fly.
They stand up straight when my enemies drive by.
Many are called friends;
Fewer are called brothers -
A homey who gives his life for another.

Simile:

Your teeth are like stars;

They come out at night.

They come back at dawn

When they’re ready to bite

Metaphor:

The Rose

The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back

It started to rain
I began to sink
Then I lifted my head
And took a drink

I perked myself up
And said "please don't cry"
And wiped off my petals
Until they were dry

The clouds soon parted
And out came the sun
The beauty in me
Has only begun.

Hyperbole:

Appetite

In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk

As if he were a drain.

Personification:

Hey diddle, Diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Symbolism:

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky 

Spring and daisies means youth in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:

In the spring, I asked the daisies

If his words were true,

And the clever, clear-eyed daisies

Always knew.

Brown and barren means growing old in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:

Now the fields are brown and barren,

Bitter autumn blows,

Bitter autumn means death in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:

Now the fields are brown and barren,

Bitter autumn blows,

And of all the stupid asters

Not one knows.

Imagery:

he winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.

Six o'clock.

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

And now a gusty shower wraps

The grimy scraps

Of withered leaves about your feet

And newspapers from vacant lots;

The showers beat

On broken blinds and chimney-pots,

And at the corner of the street

A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

Free Verse:

 The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Allusion:

Simplicity:

A strong drink sits idle in my glass. Two doves sit on the porch and watch me. They warble with great enthusiasm, puffy sirens of the hills. Their language hides the meaning of their words, like the elegant attire worn by common folk. They have everything they need, each other and a nest. A perfect wordless marriage. Communication only through song, and songs for all of nature to enjoy. The grandest love story ever told.

Rhythm:

'Will there really be a morning? 

Is there such a thing as day? 

Could I see it from the mountains 

If I were as tall as they? 

Has it feet like water-lilies? 

Has it feathers like a bird? 

Is it brought from famous countries 

Of which I have never heard? 

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! 

Oh, some wise man from the skies! 

Please to tell a little pilgrim 

Where the place called morning lies! 

Rhyme:

This is dedicated to you dear sweet teardrop,

to fill you with joy, so that your pain can stop.

I know that your pain is heavy some days,

but we are here to help in so many ways.

To bring a smile to your face,                                                                                                                                       To bring you joy to embrace,To make the pain just erase.

Telling you now that we know how you feel,
And we want to help and make your heart heal.
We all know that this will take you some time,

so we send you a poem and give you a rhyme                                                                                                        We bring a smile to your face,                                                                                                                                    We bring you joy to embrace,                                                                                                                                     We make the pain just erase.

Alliteration:

My boys are my brothers                                                                                         Without the aid of my father and my mother.                                                                        They don’t bounce when the bullets fly.                                                                                They stand up straight when my enemies drive by                                                       Many are called friends;                                                                                                Fewer are called brothers -                                                                                              A homey who gives his life for another.

Onomatopoeia:

Rabbits running so very fast
In the field of green, green grass.
Sniffing for scents of snack time treats,
Hippity Hopping on their happy bunny feet.
When carrots and other foods are found

The rabbits prance and pounce. Simile:

Metaphor:

My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My mother is the sunshine after the storm (my father),
clearing and calming everything else.

My oldest brother is the sand,
kicked and blown away by my dad,
but warmed with care by my mom.

My oldest sister is the breeze in the wind,
cool, quiet, and there when you need her.

My other two brothers are the stingrays,
dangerous,
but also willing to fight anyone who comes along.

And I,
I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea,
lost, abandoned, but full of memories.

Personification:The teapot sang as the water boiled
The ice cubes cackled in their glass
the teacups chattered to one another.
While the chairs were passing gas
The gravy gurgled merrily 
As the oil danced in a pan.
Oh my dinnertime chorus
What a lovely, lovely clan!Symbolism:

Imagery:
The chilly weather settles into your bones.
Those once green leaves turn
Red, yellow, orange, and brown.
CRRNCH! go the leaves,,
Beneath  your feet.
The birds fly in a victory “V” formation,
To where the sun rules the skies.
The days of winter are lurking around
Waiting to be free falling.

Free Verse:

After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, 

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: 

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, 

Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

poeti devices

rhyme examples:Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again

onomatopoeia examples:Slam! Slam!
Go the car doors.  
Jangle! Jangle!
Go the house keys.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Go the keys in the door.
Squeak!
Goes the front door! 
Thump! Thump!
That is me running down the stairs.
Guess what?
Mom and Dad are home!!

simile examples:As bleak as the sky when its cloudy and gray

As rough as the sea on a windy day
As tough as the skin on an elephant's trunk
As stinky as the smell of an angry skunk
As dark as the sky on a starless night
And it stings just as much as an animal's bite.

metaphor example:Clouds by Christina G. Rossetti
White Sheep, white sheep
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops
You all stand still.
When the wind blows
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep
Where do you go?


hyperbole example:In a house the size of a postage stamp

lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.

free verse example:Hi

alliteration example:Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these trees’ cheese freeze. That’s what made these three free fleas sneeze.


personification example:
The teapot sang as the water boiled

The ice cubes cackled in their glass

the teacups chattered to one another.

While the chairs were passing gas

The gravy gurgled merrily

As the oil danced in a pan.

Oh my dinnertime chorus

imagery example:Crystalized trees etched upon the sky
Gently painted with pastel colors
A hue of pink, a touch of blue
Surrounded by the softest purple
The winter sky at evening time
Reflects confidence in the dawn
The return of light, return of warmth
Spring but a whisper just behind a lovely, lovely clan!
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symbolism example Mirror Mirror on the wall, Come see what I have to show you, The hate of my self and all. Let my tears swallow you whole, While you watch in sadness, Kept in your bound madness. 

Poetic Devices

Rhyme

The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,
"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.
It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes, 

It's time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes.
Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a hair,
depending on the zone, or whether daylights savings there.
Time is measured many ways from minutes to months,
Time is what keeps everything from happening at once!

A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun, 
Clocks and calenders alike, all scheduled by the sun.
Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be denied,
a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide.

If there ever comes a time when time will be no more,
I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before.
Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time...
Had we started earlier, we'd be finished with this rhyme.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/time-8#ixzz3PEVI5qeY
Alliteration 

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

Onomatopoeia

Brothers

My boys are my brothers
Without the aid of my father and my mother.
They don’t bounce when the bullets fly.
They stand up straight when my enemies drive by.
Many are called friends;
Fewer are called brothers -
A homey who gives his life for another.

Simile

Treasure Our bond shall always be a treasure, As its worth has always been beyond measure. Like how words are hard to find, Times we’ve shared are buried in your mind. I swear though, I will always remember, All the things we’ve done together. Though we said farewell as we buried those rarities, Only time will tell when it will be When we reunite like explorers by the sea. Then, and only then, will we see with clarity, What the true treasure between us Truly means to me.

Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/treasure_627782

Metaphor

My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane, 
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My mother is the sunshine after the storm (my father), 
clearing and calming everything else.

My oldest brother is the sand, 
kicked and blown away by my dad, 
but warmed with care by my mom.

My oldest sister is the breeze in the wind, 
cool, quiet, and there when you need her.

My other two brothers are the stingrays, 
dangerous, 
but also willing to fight anyone who comes along.

And I, 
I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea, 
lost, abandoned, but full of memories.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/an-ocean-of-memories#ixzz3PEZF3kgU
Family Friend Poems 

Hyperbole

Appetite

In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.

Personification

A fragile winter butterfly Flutters from the sky So soft and yet her heart Is cold and made of ice But if I warm it She will melt and die

Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/best/personification

Imagery

Speckles 

The ground pokes through
The snow, defiantly
Dark spots of brown
And some frozen green
Just small reminders
That winter won’t last
Spring’s barely distant
But for this crusty cover
A white mantle so still
It’s only here briefly
Arriving just in time
To stay a bit and leave
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010 

Free Verse

A young girl born and put in this place
With a warm and distinctive look on her face
As she got older she was not like the rest
She was kind of different and her mother knew best
Though her eyes may despise you for who she is
Her heart shines like the sun
And she knows that on this earth there is more that could be done
Her achievements and ambition make the stars dance
But if some people would listen and give her a chance
To what she has to say, as she's being critiqued
You just might find out that she's simply unique
Did you know she's the person you pass on the street
Get to know her
She just may be the greatest person you ever did meet

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/did-you-know#ixzz3PGUqVrn9