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Figurative Language - Urbatch

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Nicole Urbatch

on 17 December 2013

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Figurative Language
Figurative Language
The repetition of sounds at the beginnings of words.
A word or phrase that imitates the sound it describes.
Two dissimilar ideas being contrasted against each other.
Students will demonstrate the understanding of figurative language, word relationships, and nuances in word meanings to extend word consciousness.
Some Days by Billy Collins

Some days I put the people in their places at the table, bend their legs at the knees, if they come with that feature, and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face one another, the man in the brown suit, the woman in the blue dress, perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.

But other days, I am the one who is lifted up by the ribs, then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse to sit with the others at the long table.
Very funny, but how would you like it if you never knew from one day to the next if you were going to spend it striding around like a vivid god, your shoulders in the clouds, or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper, staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?
Onomatopoeia by Jonathan Goldman

The clouds do darken, the rain does drop
I wonder when its going to stop.
The pitter-patter of rain does fall
Against my windows, against my wall.
The wind does blow, the rain does lash
Against my house's pebbledash.
The sounds of never-ending rain
Gurgling down pipes into the drain.
Cars make splashes on wet streets,
Drops on puddles make them meet
In rivulets of rain, rushing onwards
Till the rain and wind abate,
And the sun comes out to dissipate
The water back to heaven
To fall as rain again at seven.
Cynthia in the Snow by Gwendolyn Brooks

It hushes
The loudness in the road.
It flitter-twitters,
And laughs away from me.
It laughs a lovely whiteness,
And whitely whirs away,
To be,
Some otherwhere,
Still white as milk or shirts.
So beautiful it hurts.
“Grenade” by Bruno Mars
“Black, black, black and blue. Beat me til I’m numb.”
“Dog Days are Over” by Florence and the Machine
“Leave all your love and your longing behind.”
“Winter Winds” by Mumford and Sons
“And if your strife strikes at your sleep / Remember spring swaps snow for leaves.”
Slippery Sloppery by David Williams

A slippery sloppery slipping snail slithered slimed and slid
on the floor feeling hurried harried hungry and helpless
as starlings screeched spiraled and saw a slippery sloppery slipping snail who slithered slimed and slid on the floor
a fluttering of feathers fell frighteningly fast meant that slippery sloppery slipping snail
who slithered slimed and slid was no more.
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