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What is Figurative Language ?Figurative language is language that one must figure out. The term figurative is an antonym of literal. In literal language the words convey meaning exactly as defined, whereas in figurative language there is room for interpretation. An effort is required on the part of the reader/interpreter to determine the speaker/writers intended meaning. The listener or reader must figure out what is meant. SIMILE / METAPHOR

SIMILE / METAPHORSimile compares using like or as

The engine purred like a contented kitten.

Metaphor compares two different things saying the one is the other. A metaphor uses is instead of like or as.

Her hair is a shimmering waterfall.

Since Hannah Moved Away

The tires on my bike are flat. The sky is grouchy gray.At least it sure feels like thatSince Hannah moved away.Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.December's come to stay.They've taken back the Mays and JunesSince Hannah moved away.Flowers smell like halibut.Velvet feels like hay.Every handsome dog's a muttSince Hannah moved away.Nothing's fun to laugh about.Nothing's fun to play.They call me, but I won't come outSince Hannah moved away.

Dreams by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.PERSONIFICATION

PERSONIFICATIONPersonification describes something non-human with human qualities

The morning sun smiled down on the children.

The Sky Is Low

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.

-Emily Dickinson

"Hope" Is The Thing With Feathers

"HOPE" is the thing with feathers-- That perches in the soul-- And sings the tune without the words-- And never stops--at all-- And sweetest--in the Gale--is heard-- And sore must be the storm-- That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm-- I've heard it in the chillest land-- And on the strangest Sea-- Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb--Of Me. -Emily Dickinson


HYPERBOLEHyperbole an exaggerated statement

He ate a million hot dogs at the picnic.

SickSick "I cannot go to school today,"Said little Peggy Ann McKay."I have the measles and the mumps,A gash, a rash and purple bumps.My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,I'm going blind in my right eye.My tonsils are as big as rocks,I've counted sixteen chicken poxAnd there's one more - that's seventeen,And don't you thinkmy face looks green?My leg is cut,my eyes are blue-It might be instamatic flu.-Shel Silverstein

Garlic Breath Shel SilversteinLittle Seth had garlic breathSaid hi to his sister and breathed her to death.Breathed on the grassAnd the grass all died.Breathed on an egg and the egg got fried.Breathed on the air and the air turnedgreen.Breathed on the clock and it struck thirteen.Breathed on the cat and the cat went moo.Breathed on the cow and the cow gave glue.Breathed on his brother,His brother went blind.Breathed on his motherAnd she lost her mind.Breathed on a topAnd made it spin.Breathed on the houseAnd the walls caved in.Breathed on his feet and they ran from Seth,Just to get away from his garlic breath.


ALLITERATIONAlliteration- repeats the beginning consonant sounds in wordsThe black birddog boldly began to bark.

Cipher ConnectedBy Paul McCann

Careless cars cutting cornerscreate confusion.Crossing centerlines.Countless collisions cost coffins.Collect conscious change.Copy?Continue cautiously.Comply?Cool.

Be wary of the troublesome trollThat slyly lies in wait,To drag you to his dingy holeAnd put you on his plate.His blood is black and boiling hot.He gurgles ghastly groans.Hell cook you in his pan or potYour skin, your flesh, your bones.Hell catch your arms and clutch your legsAnd pound you to a pulp,Then swallow you like scrambled eggs,Gobble, gobble, gulp.So watch your step when nextYou go upon a summer stroll,Or you might end in the pit below,As supper for the troll.

The TrollBy Jack PrelutskyREPETITIONRepetition using a word, phrase or clause more than once in a short passage



ONOMATOPOEIAOnomatopoeia a word that sounds like the noise it describes

Snap your fingers OR buzz like a bee.

IDIOMidiom a well known phrase that means something different than what the words seem to mean

Dont rock the boat


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