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Figurative language from home of the brave - Coggle Diagram
Figurative language from home of the brave
Simile
" 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
" We are like a cow and a goat trying to be friends" Pg. 7
" We are like two calf's in the air trying to fly" Pg. 20
" He's like a song always out of tune missing notes" Pg. 7
" Like a ugly question no one can answer" Pg. 21
" My arms stick out of the coat like lonely trees" Pg. 4
" His voice was deep like a storm coming" Pg. 29
" This cold is like claws on my skin" Pg. 3
" Wild boys chasing each other like lion and prey" Pg. 32
Metaphor
" His eyes are wise and calm, the eyes of a village elder" Pg. 8
" I run my hands over covers softer then a new calf's coat" Pg. 34
" Sometimes Dave speaks English, the tangled sounds" Pg. 6
" I take a step onto the blanket cloud" Pg. 35
" The color of clouds before rain" Pg. 6
" To feel the sharp thorn of Lual's scolding again" Pg. 38
" I don't know what the words are trying to say" Pg. 6
" I stand still in the stream of students" Pg. 77
" His laughter makes little clouds" Pg. 5
" And soon we are a class of cattle" Pg. 75
Personification
" With eyes that say she is a friend" Pg. 56
" Only the snow talks" Pg. 58
" With shy, smiling eyes" Pg. 34
" Always his eyes seem to know more then I will ever know" Pg. 33
" The icy air kicks at my chest" Pg. 58
" How can I trust such a place where even the ground plays tricks on you" Pg. 18
" My belly leaps like a monkey on a tree" Pg. 63
" There is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain" Pg. 6
" Then let your hoping find the words" Pg. 65
" Dead grass pokes through the unkind blanket of snow" Pg. 4
Idiom
" Have you lost your ears my stubborn brother" Pg. 37
" I feel the holes where my mother, my father, and my brother should be" Pg. 39
" My ears look like they want to fly away" Pg. 35
" But the old life is still haunting you" Pg. 44
" We hold our stories in our songs" Pg. 29
" The ghosts don't stay behind you" Pg. 44
" The door opens and my old life is waiting on the other side" Pg. 19
" I have my fathers will, my brothers eyes, and my mothers light" Pg. 47
" How can you live in this place called America it burns your eyes" Pg. 4
" You need some time to get your feet wet Kek" Pg. 108