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Copy of Copy of Figurative Language in Music
Transcript of Copy of Copy of Figurative Language in Music
Evelyn Scondotto Figurative Language in Poetry & Songs Imagery Imagery Personification Personification Simile The city really doesn't sleep it is just quiet Simile visually descriptive or figurative language, especially in literary works and music Imagery Personification A skill of writing in which an,
animal, object, or idea is given human qualities Is a comparison using like or as, and synonyms of those words Simile A comparison NOT using like or as!
It states that one object is the other. Metaphor Metaphor Metaphor Hyperbole Hyperbole The complete stretching of the truth,
something that is not supposed to be
taken seriously Hyperbole Alliteration Repeating the same sound
at the beginning of several words. Alliteration Alliteration The Beatles Green Day Boulevard of Broken Dreams Selena Gomez I Love You Like a Love Song Taio Cruz Break your heart Bruno Mars Gym Class Heroes Stereo Hearts Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out
By Shel Silverstein Onomatopoeia The Jackson 5 Rockin' Robin Onomatopoeia The use of words that sound like the noises they describe They make a bird noises "Tweet Tweet" (WHACK, BING, SWOOSH, ZIP, SCREECH) Onomatopoeia Eight Balloons no one was buyin'
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin'
Free to do what they wanted to
One flew up to touch the sun POP!
One thought highways might be fun POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child POP!
One tried to taste some bacon fryin' POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine POP!
One looked close in a crocodile"s mouth POP!
One sat around until his air ran out WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin'
They broke loose and away they flew
Free to float and free to fly
And free to pop where they wanted to. Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my Love's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's a melody
That's sweetly played in tune. The Toaster
by William J. Smith A silver-scaled Dragon with jaws flaming red,
Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread.
I hand him fat slices, and then one by one,
He hands them back, when He sees they are done. I Ate a Spicy Pepper
Author Unknown I ate a spicy pepper
From my brother on a dare
The pepper caught my head on fire
And burned off all my hair.
My mouth erupted lava,
And my tongue began to melt
My ears were shooting jets of steam
At least that's how they felt. Grenade The Cat and The Fiddle
By Mother Goose
Hey Diddle, Diddle
Thw 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. Eight Balloons
By Shel Silverstein Preludes
By T.S. Eliot
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
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. Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . .
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!