Figurative Language from Home of the Brave
Simile
Metaphor
Idiom
Personification
"When the flying boat returns to earth at last," pg.3
"Everywhere the snow sparkles with light hard as the sun." pg.4
"My arm stick out the coat like lonely trees." pg.4
"How can you live in this place called America? It burns your eyes." pg.4
"His laughter makes little clouds."pg.5
"There is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain." Pg. 6
"His car is red and coughs and burbs when he tries to make it go." Pg.6
"We are like a cow and a goat wanting to be friends but wondering if it can ever be." Pg. 7
"He is like a song always out of tune." Pg. 7
"We are like two calves in the clouds pretending we know how to fly." Pg. 20
"with skin the color of rich earth, just like mine."
"Makes my eyes glad." Pg. 13
"Walking through the snow is hard work like wading across a river wild with rain." Pg. 13
"The wind sneaks through my coat." Pg.15
"Two chickens trot behind her scolding and fussing." Pg.14
"Its window eyes weep yellow light." Pg.17
"Dave knocks on one of them, and behind it I hear the muffled voices of my past." Pg.18
"The door opens and my old life is waiting on the other side." Pg. 19
"My aunt lets a smile go free." Pg. 40
"So many people, but they can still not fill the holes in the room." Pg.42
"The door opens and my old life is waiting on the other side." Pg. 19
"Our laughter kept us warm." Pg. 24
"Two times I rise, pants wet, knees burning."
"The night earth opened up like a black pit and swallowed my old life whole." Pg. 21
"Tears trace my face like tiny knives" Pg.18
"Round bare and waiting like an ugly question no one can answer." Pg. 21
"Whose laughter is bubbling water from a deep spring." Pg. 22
"She's rounder than I remember, with a moon face to match her black eyes set deep. Pg. 20
"Her fingernails are shiny red, the color of blood."Pg.53
"I know her to be a woman of many sorrow, carved down to a sharp stone." Pg. 22
"Carefully I take a step onto the blanket cloud." Pg. 35
"I look at our faces and see all the colors of the earth." Pg. 73
I run my hands over the covers softer than a calf's coat. Pg.34
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"I try some English, but my mouth just wants to chew the words up and spit them out on the ground." Pg. 7
"How can I trust this place if even the ground plays tricks?" Pg. 18
"with the sour breath and slow growl of a starving animal." Pg.113