Anne1

Night and Day-A Simile Poem

Night is like a maiden, tall and fair, Day is like a laughing child.

Night spreads her cloak across the land and hides the light, Day is not afraid to let the light shine through.

Night is like a shy child, hiding in the shadows.

Day is brave, venturing out into the light

Night cowers, afraid when light appears. Day comes out to meet it. Night is cold like marble. Day is warm like thick blankets.

Night hides things. She hides her secrets like a liar. Day is not afraid to show and tell all. She bravely shines a light on the facts.

Night gathers her creatures close. Owls, bats and the like. Day lets her creatures roam the fields, Where hours ago, the creatures of night had roamed.

Night chooses blue, black and purple, Cool colors for a cold night Day favors orange and yellow. She lights up the room like a light bulb.

In the dark of night, legends grow. Vampires and werewolves prowl the fields of fantasy. While day gives rise to fairies and unicorns, Who grace the land of imagination.

In the night, fears envelop those who are not wary. They enclose them like a cage. Those people are glad when day arrives. They are released from the dreams that imprison them.

Day and night are opposites, But even they can learn to coexist. At sunrise, night nods politely to day as she passes At sunset, day hands the time to night A celestial dance born with the dawn of time.

// Saltopus, Saltopus-A Metaphor //

Saltopus, Saltopus An agile cheetah Bounding quickly across the savannah A predator hunting it's prey

Saltopus, Saltopus A leaping grasshopper Its powerful back legs propel it From grass blade to grass blade

Saltopus, Saltopus Only two feet long Its stature may be miniscule But its talents? Not tiny at all.

//Sun-A Personification Poem// The sun is a kind woman. She lovingly hugs those on Earth. She smiles down on those who play in her warm, soft light. She herself likes to play.

Humans look with scorn upon her grinning face in summer, When she scorches their bare backs. In winter the same humans huddle around their small fires, Wishing the same warm sun to bless them with warmth.

But they cannnot command the sun. She may seem gentle, But up close we see she dances to her own rhythm, Cruelly scorching all who come near. To us, the sun gives warmth, so we are ignorant of her wild side. Will this ignorance cost us dearly in the end?

Ocean-//An Alliteration Poem// The salty ocean waves are pounding upon the beach, illuminated by dawn’s light. Pounding, pummeling, punching the seashore. The waves roll in topped with foamy white caps. Rolling, rumbling as they come. Later, children will play in the foamy waves. Shrieking, splashing, stepping in the sand. They will feel the sand between their toes. Squish, squoosh, squeeze. At the end of the day the children will leave, Excitedly piling into to cars. The ocean will stay, waving farewell. So long, see you later- Goodbye.