Similes Histoires

A poem I wrote about love. Love doesn't have to be written as poetry.

chapter 5 lesson 3- simile's by: grace hale

This is a poem about a young boy struggling to grow up.

Some stuff in life is meant to be discontinued, and so many things are meant to happen. After so many tries, one gets so tired of feeling like an idiot and shit is just meant to end. That's it. --- Really no point in reading this since I'm just putting my thoughts away in a book no one gives a fuck about.

An accumulation of poems written throughout my life, and shorts that I'm not sure qualify as poems.

The vocabulary words of chapter 4 lesson 2, but gives similes for each word.

Poems, thoughts and unanswered questions all mashed together. From the deepest parts of my mind that surface more often than not. ‹3 Copyright © Angela Nieto 2016 Don't steal what's rightfully mine, please?

Chapter 7:Lesson 1: Similes

Simlies

❝ to those who believed the happy girl could not hurt ❞ - in which I convert my thoughts into poetry. © CAPPUSHINO 2017 → highest ranking #34

Just a place where I store my poems. Every day I'll add more I'm open to any constructive criticism. This storm inside me It won't calm down It rages, Lasts for ages Wind. Rain. Lightning. Thunder. Which awakens me from my slumber I hear tapping on the window A knock on the door The water continued to pour And I just sat there trying to ignore I tried. And I tried Yet I couldn't sit still anymore So I get up. Slam open the door I go outside. There are many people Walking around. Normally. Abnormally normal. Untouched by the rain. Not startled by the lightning or the thunder. Still, A tornado forms around me The ground beneath me shakes The weather is below freezing. And then I look up, I realize, Snow begins to fall The snow turns into ice. This isn't very nice. I am angry I am calm I am sad I am happy I am tired I am awake I am one with storm This horrible, dreadful storm inside me.

At first we our a beat, lite up by motions, shown thru machines. We know nothing of the world, but the comfort of a womb. We cry out as leave that protection are pulled into this huge universe.

Chapter 5 lesson 3 vocabulary similes.

Painters are a group of people who use paint brushes to cast magical spells by drawing symbols in the air. Maree a girl the age of 10 just found out that she is a painter and her father was kid naped so she has to save him.