A Collection Of Short Poems
Apr 29, 2012 By Austin, Age unknown
Metaphor
My family is a refrigerator, there are always different things in there.
Dad is the apple; seems always heathy and keeps you heathy.
Mom is the outside of the fridge; always there to keep us together.
Brothers are the juices and the milk that are always refreshing.
And I am the meat sometimes rotten sometimes nice and juicy.
Simile
Happiness is green as the grass.
It sounds like children laughing.
It taste like the best dinner ever.
It smells like a large just right steak.
Happiness feels like the fresh clothes just out of the dryer. Nice and warm.
Cinquain Poem
Packers
champion, great
tackle, plays, run
Packers are the best.
Greatness
Simile
Sadness is like a cloudy gloomy day.
It sounds like children crying.
It taste like dog food. Horrible!
It smells like a smelly room. Yuck!
Sadness feels like clothes that don't get washed dirty.
Prepositional Poems
In the house
By the kitchen
Up the stairs
Down the hall
In the room
Under the bed
With a monster
Is the missing boy.