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name some poems

Discussion in 'English' started by curlyperm, Aug 15, 2011.

  1. Hi I'm teaching a unit on poetry this term and would like some examples of poems that contain lots of similes and metaphors. Its a year 4 unit, 'creating images' I think. Any suggestions appreciated.
  2. Hi I'm teaching a unit on poetry this term and would like some examples of poems that contain lots of similes and metaphors. Its a year 4 unit, 'creating images' I think. Any suggestions appreciated.
  3. Msz

    Msz Established commenter

    Walter De La Mare

    Slowly, silently, now the moon
    Walks the night in her silver shoon;
    This way, and that, she peers, and sees
    Silver fruit upon silver trees;
    One by one the casements catch
    Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
    Couched in his kennel, like a log,
    With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
    From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
    Of doves in silver feathered sleep
    A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
    With silver claws, and silver eye;
    And moveless fish in the water gleam,
    By silver reeds in a silver stream.

    The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
    On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
    The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
    Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.
    The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
    The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
    The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
    And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
    Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
    And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
    Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
    Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

    John Clare

  4. Cheers Msz, a good start.
  5. Msz

    Msz Established commenter

  6. My Brother
    My brother is top dog
    Or so he thinks... just ‘cos he's the oldest:
    "Here boy...fetch this, fetch that..."
    Well he's barking up the wrong tree
    If he thinks I'm gonna let him boss me around.

    My brother is a parrot,
    He twitters on repeating things I say, like:
    "Wazn't me mum, wazn't me mum,"
    In the most irritating voice,
    And with a really gormless expression on his face.
    My brother is a pig,
    There's a government health warning on his door:
    Screams Mum every day.
    But he just lies among the muck and smiles.
    My brother is a chicken.
    He flies down the stairs screaming:
    I tell you the day I do get him
    I'll definitely ruffle his feathers!
    My brother says I'm a leech
    And that I'm always stuck to his side:
    "Play with your own friends - GO AWAY!"
    But I don't ‘cos I like to be with him...he's great
    And I want to be just like him when I grow up.

    Everyone's a pussycat at heart
    I had a pussycat called Alley
    Who could bark just like a dog,
    Then I got a dog called Rover
    Who was greener than a frog.
    The frog I had named Wesley
    Was the best fish you could see,
    And the fish I had named Peter
    Buzzed better than a bee.
    The bee I had called Arthur
    Could sing just like a bird,
    And that bird of mine called Jennifer
    Had babies - a whole flamin' herd.
    The cow I had called Emily
    Won races as a horse,
    And the horse I owned called Foxy
    Was a rattlesnake of course.
    That rattlesnake called Sidney
    Was a dirty, stinking rat,
    ‘Til I accepted him for what he was
    Now he's my pussycat.
    by me! [​IMG]
  7. <h3 style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt 46.5pt;">Alfred Tennyson</h3>


    He clasps the
    crag with crooked hands;

    Close to the sun in lonely lands,

    Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

    The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

    He watches from his mountain walls,

    And like a thunderbolt he falls.

    Also The Highwayman ... 'The moon was a ghostly galleon ...'

  8. The Sea by James Reeves is perfect. I have a poetry unit I wrote for Y5 if you'd like it?
  9. Cheers for all contributions.


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