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Figurative language from home of the brave - Coggle Diagram
Figurative language from home of the brave
Simile
"No, this cold is like claws on my skin"pg 4
"My arms stick out the coat like lonely trees"pg 4
"Hes like a song always out of tune.pg 7
"We are like a cow and a goat wanting to be friends but wondering if it could ever work out"pg 7
The size of my hand,soft as new grass after good rain"pg 9
"We stop at a light hung high in the air, red and round like a baby sun.pg 9
"A cow can be trouble, with her slow, stubborn body, her belly ripe with milk, her pleading eyes that shine at you like river rocks in the sun". pg 14
"tears trace my checks like tiny knives". pg 18
"We are like two 2 clouds pretending we know how to fly". pg 20
"She isn't like my mother, whose laughter is like bubbling water fresh from a deep spring." pg 22
Metaphor
"My laughter makes little clouds"pg 5
"His mouth Is a line its not a good place". pg 40
Her fingernails are shinny red, the color of blood". pg 53
"He tells me hes from the Refugee Resettlement camp, but I don't know what those words are trying to say". pg 6
"I would give all the beds in the whole wide world just to feel the sharp thorn of Lual's scolding one more time". pg 38
I try to understand, but all I hear is a river of words, rushing and thundering". pg 54
"''You can't make a wrong answer here". pg 54
Young and short with skin the color of mine
"And there is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain". pg 6
"They call America Heaven on Earth". pg 25
Idioms
"when the flying boat returns to earth at last"pg 3
"lot of land out here, getting sold of now, but the farmers still hanging on." pg 12
"The door opens and my old life is waiting for me on the other side". pg 19
"We cannot carry much with us, and so our stories don't make their homes in heavy books". pg 28
"Have you lost your ears my stubborn brother?" pg 37
"I know it was wrong to do, but they were harmless snakes, and when I saw Lual's face I laughed until my eyes rained". pg 37
"We eat simply, with tastes and smells of my home, and we talk with the words and sounds I know sweet in my mouth". pg 39
personifacation
"Dead grass pokes through the unkind blanket of white"pg 4
"His car is red and coughs and burps when he tries to make it go.pg 6
"its widow-eyes weep yellow light". pg 17
How can I trust a place where even the ground plays tricks on me". pg 18
"My aunt holds my face in her hands and I see her crying". pg 21
"The icy air kicks at my chest". pg 58
" I want to tell her more, but I can see her mind is visiting other places". pg 86