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Figurative Language from Home Of The Brave - Coggle Diagram
Figurative Language from Home Of The Brave
Metaphors
"His laughter makes little clouds" Page 5
"A cow is god with a wet nose" Page 15
"And there is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain." Page 6
"They called America heaven on earth." page 25
'I run my hands over covers softer than a new calf's coat." Page 34
"His mouth is a line." Page40
Her fingernails are shiny red, the color of blood.' Page 53
"I would give all the beds in all the great world to feel the sharp thorn of Lual's scolding once again." Page 38
"Its even bigger than the school bus, with the sour breath and slow growl." Page 113
"I stand in a line and soon kind, white hatted people fill my plate with food." Page 77
Idioms
"Lot of land around here's getting sold off now. But that farmer is hanging on. Page 12
"My aunt looks at me with questions in her eyes." page 41
"I laughed until my eyes rained." Page 37
"Even her laughter has sun in it." Page 47
"The door opens and my old life is waiting on the other side." Page 19
"But it was his voice that made him a rich man among men." Page 29
"But because when I look there, I see my mother's eyes looking back at me."Page 22
"My ears look like they want to fly me away." Page 34
" Have you lost your ears, my stubborn brother?" Page 37
Personification
"The icy air kicks my chest." Page 58
"Dave pushes a knob and the music box sings." Page 59
"And she meets my gaze with eyes that say she is a friend.: Page 56
""In this strange land makes my eyes glad." Page 13
"We walk to Dave;s car in silence. Only the snow talks." Page 58
"Its window-eyes weep yellow light." Page 18
"He pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night, then blinks awake." Page 23
"Everywhere girls watched him with shy, smiling eyes." Page 35
"Dead grass pokes through the unkind blanket of white." Page 4
Simile
" My arms stick out of the coat like lonely trees" Page 4
"He's like a song always out of tune, missing notes." Page 7
" The man gives me a fat shirt and soft things like hands." Page 4
"No, this cold is like claws on my skin!" Page 5
""Tears trace my cheeks like tiny knifes." Page 18
"Walking through the snow is hard work, like wading across a river wild with rain." Page 13
"We stop at a light hung high in the air red and round like a baby sun." Page 9
"His voice was deep like a storm coming." Page 29
"Maybe my words are broken like my aunts dishes" Page 122
"The pillow like a mound of grass under my head is good comfort." Page 43
"Its been a long time since I've known that feeling like a soft blanket." Page 28
"She isn't like my mothers who's laughter is like bubbling water from a deep spring." Page 22