Home of the Brave Figurative Language By Brooklyn (Similie ("A…
Home of the Brave Figurative Language By Brooklyn
"A tilted smile like a new moon rising."
"The sun is weak and weary like a traveler to long on the road."
"Plops on to the sofa like a sack of grain."
"I want to sound fierce and certain like a great lion."
"She waves away the question like a troublesome insect."
"Laugh like a ball into the air."
"The snow is getting smaller and grayer,like an old person whose time has past."
"Summer comes like a present with a bow."
"America heaven on Earth."
"The sun is a steady hand on our shoulder."
"I would give all the beds in the great world to feel the sharp thorn of lual's.
"Hunger is a wild dog gnawing on my dry bones,mad with impatience but still hoping."
"They glare at us with eyes shoot posion."
"His voice has knives in it."
"Only the snow talks."
"The dead trees have been teasing me."
"He pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night,then blinks awake."
"The leaves stop hiding."
"Cold box humming."
"The words steal her smile away."
"Shaped like a giant brick its filled with blue water and laughing kids."
"Tall with strong arms and sunny eyes."
"Covered by a thick,white bandage."
"Cutting off my nose to spite my face."
"If you can moo you can sing."
"Something grabs my throat and tries to steal the air away."
"I closed my eyes to his words."
"The heat of his words."