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Home of the Brave- figurative language By Sarah Alrawas (Similes ("…
Home of the Brave- figurative language By Sarah Alrawas
Personification
"He pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night then blinks awake."
"I can hear the cold box humming." pg 124
"It's eating my dishes!" pg 98
"I find a sleeping one and open the top"pg 93
"The not dead tree had been teasing their leaves stop hiding. And over my head they weave a cool roof of green." pg 189
"They can all be patient certain that spring will come."pg 246
Similes
"The pillow like a mound of grass."
" Sometimes it seems to me a hole can be as real and solid as a boulder or a tree."
"And the blanket is as warm as the afternoon sun."
"I've known that feeling like a soft blanket on a night where the wind howls."
"She is like a newborn sun."
"The words like a breeze beneath butterfly wings."
"She tosses a loud laugh like a ball in the air."
"I smoother the thought like an grass ember near the sun."
"But Hannah's words tug like tight rope on a cows neck."
"Her words begin to fall like raindrops on the floor."
"A word I know darts up like a sparkling fish."
Idioms
"You have a kingdom."
"Have you lost your ears."
"Tight knot in my heart
"Kek finds sun even when the sky is dark."
"Waiting for the heat of his words."
"But I close my ears to his words."pg 184
Metaphor
"Even her laughter has sun it."
"A river of words rushing and thundering and pushing me beneath the surface."
"The sun is a steady hand our shoulders."pg 228
"We are in the middle of a sea of cars."
"For a while you are a fish in a warm pretending lake."
"The door opens and my old life is waiting on the other side." pg 19
"I know her to be a women of many sorrows carved down to a sharp stone."
Imagery
"You can harvest the stars."
"I think Gol nosing the ground to find great tender grass appearing right at her feet." pg 184
"In the middle is a green lady with her arm in the air."
" He pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night then blinks awake."
" A river of words rushing and thundering and pushing me beneath the surface
"You have a kingdom," pg 32
"Have you lost your ears?"