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Figurative Language from "Home of the Brave" - Coggle Diagram
Figurative Language from "Home of the Brave"
Similes
A sound comes like a great be buzzing
we sound like the music class
hard as the high sun
It's like playing a game with no rules
No, this cold is like claws on my skin.
I smother the thought like an ember near dry grass
I put them on and parade through the TV room like a great ruler.
after a while her words begin to fall like raindrops on the floor
like, as
Metaphors
his finger nails are shiny red, the color of blood
I know her to be a woman of many sorrows carved down to a sharp stone
When the flying boat returns to Earth at last
they call America hevean on Earth
Idioms
the icy air kicks at my chest
Those are stars that will guide my path home
The kids will eat you alive, he says.
but all I hear is a river of words
Those are the stars that will guide my path home.
Personification
His laughter makes little clouds.
The icy air kicks at my chest
Dead grass pokes through the unkind blanket of white.
Only the snow talks
Dave pushes a nob and the music box sings.
The wind sneaks through my coat
Ganwar must see fear in my eyes
where even the ground plays tricks