<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:18.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>This website was created for the Secondary 1 students of Guangyang Secondary School to inspire a love for poetry that will give them the courage to do what is right and the wisdom to see what is true and beautiful.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-1711578065787505609</id><published>2007-05-24T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:54:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Students' Metaphors for Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Poetry is dark chocolate. People who do not know how to appreciate dark chocolate often think it is very bitter but those who appreciate it enjoy its sweetness." &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Shandy Tan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A poem is a big mirror. It is where you can do some soul-searching and self-reflection. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Janice Chan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A poem is an unsolved riddle. It takes a lot of perseverance to understand a profound poem. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Jeannette Chong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Poetry is a drug. I chose this metaphor as poetry can be highly addictive and can make a person very happy. It could even save a person’s life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Benjamin Quek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A poem is a lighted bulb in a room. It gives me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;Tan Kah Xuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-1711578065787505609?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/1711578065787505609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/1711578065787505609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/05/students-metaphors-for-poetry.html' title='Students&apos; Metaphors for Poetry'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-2208716801226873132</id><published>2007-04-26T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:50:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with My Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlULO1Ci4xI/AAAAAAAAACU/7fIQtdgJSro/s1600-h/fatherchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067969305059189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlULO1Ci4xI/AAAAAAAAACU/7fIQtdgJSro/s320/fatherchild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance with My Father&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performed by Luther VanDross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back when I was a child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before life removed all the innocence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father would lift me high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dance with my mother and me and then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spin me around till I fell asleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could get another chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another walk, another dance with him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I and my mother would disagree &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get my way I would run from her to him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’d make me laugh just to comfort me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later that night when I was asleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never dreamed that he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would be gone from me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could steal one final glance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One final step, one final dance with him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I’d listen outside her door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’d hear her, mama cryin’ for him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray for her even more than me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray for her even more than me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I’m prayin’ for much too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But could You send back the only man she loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know You don’t do it usually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Lord, she’s dyin’ to dance with my father again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night I fall asleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is all I ever dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* To view the animated video, please click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVJNWeh3NeE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-2208716801226873132?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/2208716801226873132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/2208716801226873132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/dance-with-my-father.html' title='Dance with My Father'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlULO1Ci4xI/AAAAAAAAACU/7fIQtdgJSro/s72-c/fatherchild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-4869438290701351019</id><published>2007-04-16T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:29:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;• &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagery refers to the mental images that are produced in the reader’s mind through the writer’s words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;• These words include figures of speech such as similes, metaphors, and personification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eg. “’Tis &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bleak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inside my soul.” -- alliteration, drawing the reader's attention to an image of loss, grief or emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of images are being presented here?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a. The leaves &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;danced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the wind merrily, lost in their little reverie.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;  personification; image of Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b. She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slunk back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into her seat as he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bulldozed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her hopes.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;  metaphor; image of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c. He sat there &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as still as a statue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, frozen by the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;  simile; image of despair/sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-4869438290701351019?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/4869438290701351019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/4869438290701351019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/imagery.html' title='Imagery'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-7654292225101955747</id><published>2007-04-16T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:22:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography &amp; Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the similarities between photography &amp; poetry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;• Photography – physical image through pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Poetry – mental image through words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Just as photography captures a specific image, poetry also captures/evokes a particular image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067960062289568514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlUC01Ci4wI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q8RoBKDcmGw/s320/aloha+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-7654292225101955747?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7654292225101955747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7654292225101955747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/photography-poetry.html' title='Photography &amp; Poetry'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlUC01Ci4wI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q8RoBKDcmGw/s72-c/aloha+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-6861465481409995287</id><published>2007-04-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:27:02.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personification Examples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class Personification Exercise:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a. The trees &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swayed/embraced/danced/whispered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the moonlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b. The clouds &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glowered menacingly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the rainstorm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c. The latch &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bit his finger with metal teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d. The house &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stared down at her with empty glass eyes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;More examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a. The driver started the engine with some difficulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The car engine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coughed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sputtered &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;when it started during the blizzard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b. The driver drove the car quickly down the hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The car &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to life and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; down the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c. The tourists walked past a field of beautiful yellow daffodils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The daffodils &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nodded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their yellow heads at the tourists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d. The wind blew and the leaves fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; The wing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;her mournful song through the falling leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-6861465481409995287?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/6861465481409995287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/6861465481409995287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/personification-examples.html' title='Personification Examples'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-4524967591545686779</id><published>2007-04-09T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:26:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A figure of speech in which human qualities are given to non-human things, such as animals, nature, ideas or inanimate objects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NON-HUMAN ---&gt; HUMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ways to make something human:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like a person: eg. &lt;em&gt;run, cartwheel, reach, embrace&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like a person: eg. &lt;em&gt;shout, whisper, laugh, listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: eg. &lt;em&gt;joy, hope, sadness, despair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* To view Pixar's Animation on "Cars," please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUxACOJiz2c"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would you personify the car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.The car &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peered&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;over the cliff and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gazed in awe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the splendour of the landscape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.The car &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mustered all its strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; towards the finishing line, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gloating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067958232633500402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlUBKVCi4vI/AAAAAAAAACE/SzCJk_Y_wrE/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-4524967591545686779?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/4524967591545686779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/4524967591545686779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/personification.html' title='Personification'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RlUBKVCi4vI/AAAAAAAAACE/SzCJk_Y_wrE/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-1409713686154481445</id><published>2007-04-09T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:24:16.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literal vs Figurative Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the difference between Literal &amp; Figurative Language?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Literal Language....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is direct &amp;amp; straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;It conveys facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dictionary Definitions, Instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Figurative Language....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is creative &amp;amp; imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;It conveys personal ideas or opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Examples:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Metaphors, Similes, Personification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you spot the difference?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. He is very strong --&gt; He is as strong as an ox. (simile)&lt;br /&gt;2. He eats very messily --&gt; He eats like a pig. (simile)&lt;br /&gt;3. She is very improtant to me --&gt; She is the sunshine of my life. (metaphor)&lt;br /&gt;4. The driver drove the car quickly down the hill --&gt; The car &lt;em&gt;roared&lt;/em&gt; to life and&lt;em&gt; raced&lt;/em&gt; down the hill. (personification)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-1409713686154481445?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/1409713686154481445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/1409713686154481445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/literal-vs-figurative-language.html' title='Literal vs Figurative Language'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-3676893803907932826</id><published>2007-04-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:58:34.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RhD9SCIoBmI/AAAAAAAAABw/OTXhQQYvE2k/s1600-h/Superman%2520Flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048813668534847074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RhD9SCIoBmI/AAAAAAAAABw/OTXhQQYvE2k/s320/Superman%2520Flying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superman (It’s not Easy)&lt;br /&gt;By Five for Fighting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more than a bird... I’m more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd... but don’t be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed... but won’t you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away... away from me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right... you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy... or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not easy…It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To watch the music video&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noUg6kxCE-0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please click here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-3676893803907932826?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/3676893803907932826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/3676893803907932826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/superman-its-not-easy-by-five-for_02.html' title=''/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RhD9SCIoBmI/AAAAAAAAABw/OTXhQQYvE2k/s72-c/Superman%2520Flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-8290213905358462755</id><published>2007-03-28T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:43:31.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Eat a Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgoNISIoBkI/AAAAAAAAABg/HRSc0bPlICI/s1600-h/71435895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046860768380192322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgoNISIoBkI/AAAAAAAAABg/HRSc0bPlICI/s320/71435895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Eat a Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Eva Merriam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be polite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bite in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that&lt;br /&gt;may run down your chin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.&lt;br /&gt;You do not need a knife or fork or spoon or plate or napkin or tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For there is no core&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or stem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or rind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or pit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or seed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to throw away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poet compares a poem to a fruit to show that a poem is meant to be savoured fully, like a fruit. When she says "bite in," she means it as an invitation to the reader to taste and enjoy the poem. Just as the fruit is rich in juice, the poem is similarly rich in meaning. The poet also tells us in the second stanza that there is nothing to throw away in the poem because every word is precious and nothing ought to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By comparing a poem to a fruit, the poet is trying to tell us to look forward to reading poetry and reading it enthusiastically, in the same way we would look forward to sinking our teeth into a juicy fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets make use of metaphors in poetry for many reasons. Sometimes poets use metaphors to help us understand something that is hard to describe, and other times they use metaphors to leave a deep impression on our minds. Metaphors enliven ordinary language and make us sit up and take notice of what the poet is trying to say.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-8290213905358462755?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/8290213905358462755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/8290213905358462755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-eat-poem.html' title='How to Eat a Poem'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgoNISIoBkI/AAAAAAAAABg/HRSc0bPlICI/s72-c/71435895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-7222877322420726825</id><published>2007-03-28T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:41:35.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphors and Similes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;METAPHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a figure of speech that draws comparisons between two unlike things in an arresting or memorable way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a box of chocolates (Forrest Gump)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The world's a stage (William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the sunshine of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is a universal migraine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John swelled and ruffled his plumage &lt;em&gt;(implied metaphor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He inspected her with a vulture's eye &lt;em&gt;(implied metaphor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rugby player cradled the giant egg ball &lt;em&gt;(implied metaphor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIMILE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a type of metaphor in which two unlike things are compared using "like" or "as."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As light as a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As heavy as an ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As sly as a fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As busy as a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As proud as a peacock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As clear as a bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As pure as snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As quick as lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;He eats like a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Her eyes are like the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;She ran like the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;The twins are like two peas in a pod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Her hair was like gravy, running brown off her head and clumping up on her shoulders.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-7222877322420726825?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7222877322420726825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7222877322420726825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/metaphors-and-similes.html' title='Metaphors and Similes'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-1057900509927280289</id><published>2007-03-23T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:41:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgoE5yIoBjI/AAAAAAAAABY/bGx2kcZ18IM/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046851723179066930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgoE5yIoBjI/AAAAAAAAABY/bGx2kcZ18IM/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Langston Hughes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For if dreams die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a broken-winged bird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That cannot fly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For when dreams go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a barren field&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozen with snow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hughes uses the metaphor of a broken-winged bird to show that if we let go of our dreams, we would be unable to soar and live up to our potential. He also uses the metaphor of the barren field to show that if we let go of our dreams, life would be dead and empty, like a wasteland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-1057900509927280289?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/1057900509927280289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/1057900509927280289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgoE5yIoBjI/AAAAAAAAABY/bGx2kcZ18IM/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-7283927042408649106</id><published>2007-03-22T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:48:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Poetry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poetry is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. BEAUTY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The beauty of breathtaking scenery&lt;br /&gt;• The beauty of being alive&lt;br /&gt;• The beauty of our six senses ~ see, hear, touch, taste, smell, feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. DISCOVERY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A discovery of the natural world around us &lt;em&gt;(external &lt;/em&gt;world&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• An exploration of human nature &lt;em&gt;(internal &lt;/em&gt;world&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A journey of self-discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eternal Truths ~ life and death, joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;• Personal truths ~ about yourself and the way you understand the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Poetry is about life ~ all the experiences of being alive&lt;br /&gt;• Poetry &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; life ~ we read it so we can feel more alive, to be in touch with our senses, to listen to our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgNyF5jQv-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s2M4rICVNbM/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045001453258719202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgNyF5jQv-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s2M4rICVNbM/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Poetry is not just about life, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-7283927042408649106?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7283927042408649106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7283927042408649106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-poetry.html' title='What is Poetry?'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgNyF5jQv-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s2M4rICVNbM/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-2781835420081614785</id><published>2007-03-22T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:42:35.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does Poetry make me feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgN4FZjQv_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/A5Pfimy_Z8M/s1600-h/tree2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008041738551282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" height="299" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgN4FZjQv_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/A5Pfimy_Z8M/s320/tree2.png" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetry makes me feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Captivated ~&lt;/strong&gt; It arrests my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Excited ~ &lt;/strong&gt;It makes me want to uncover the hidden message in the poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Elated&lt;/strong&gt; ~ It shows me the beauty of the world &amp;amp; of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Devastated ~ &lt;/strong&gt;It makes me identify with the pain of the poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Inspired ~ &lt;/strong&gt;It makes me want to write my own poem too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-2781835420081614785?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/2781835420081614785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/2781835420081614785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-does-poetry-make-me-feel.html' title='How does Poetry make me feel?'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgN4FZjQv_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/A5Pfimy_Z8M/s72-c/tree2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4553954239652337571.post-7111193037109376754</id><published>2007-03-22T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:36:08.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where can Poetry be found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetry can be found in...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. NATURE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hills, valleys, brooks&lt;br /&gt;• Sunrises, sunsets&lt;br /&gt;• An inky sky filled with stars&lt;br /&gt;• A field of pristine snow&lt;br /&gt;• The details of a leaf or flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. EMOTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A surge of joy&lt;br /&gt;• A ripple of excitement&lt;br /&gt;• A sting of defeat&lt;br /&gt;• A rush of anger&lt;br /&gt;• A pang of regret&lt;br /&gt;• The depths of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. EVERYDAY THINGS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A ladybug resting on a leaf&lt;br /&gt;• The courtyard bathed in sunlight&lt;br /&gt;• A shimmering puddle of rainwater&lt;br /&gt;• The creased smile of an old man&lt;br /&gt;• The crooked pavement that leads to home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgNltJjQv7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbN9pze893o/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044987833917423538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgNltJjQv7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbN9pze893o/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4553954239652337571-7111193037109376754?l=poetry-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7111193037109376754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4553954239652337571/posts/default/7111193037109376754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-can-poetry-be-found.html' title='Where can Poetry be found?'/><author><name>poetry-lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037200046708227808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkpCmAzbq14/RgNltJjQv7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbN9pze893o/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
