Similes in Poetry

1. Similes in Poetry

2. Find the similes in the following poems.

3. The Black Snake By Mary Oliver

4. When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve --- death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes. He is as cool and gleaming as a braided whip, he is as beautiful and quiet as a dead brother. I leave him under the leaves.

5. When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve --- death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes. He is as cool and gleaming as a braided whip, he is as beautiful and quiet as a dead brother. I leave him under the leaves.

6. When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve --- death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes. He is as cool and gleaming as a braided whip, he is as beautiful and quiet as a dead brother. I leave him under the leaves.

7. When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve --- death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes. He is as cool and gleaming as a braided whip,he is as beautiful and quiet as a dead brother. I leave him under the leaves.

8. The Meadow Mouse By Theodore Roethke

9. In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking Sleeps the baby mouse I found in the meadow, Where he trembled and shook beneath a stick Till I caught him up by the tail and brought him in, Cradled in my hand, A little quaker, the whole body of him trembling, His absurd whiskers sticking out like a cartoon-mouse, His feet like small leaves, Little lizard-feet, Whitish and spread wide when he tried to struggle away, Wriggling like a minuscule puppy.

10. Now he’s eaten his three kinds of cheese and drunk from his bottle-cap watering-trough--- So much he just lies in one corner, His tail curled under him, his belly big As his head; his bat-like ears Twitching, tilting toward the least sound. Do I imagine he no longer trembles When I come close to him? He seems no longer to tremble.

11. But this morning the shoe-box house on the back porch is empty. Where has he gone, my meadow mouse, My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?--- To run under the hawk’s wing, Under the eye of the great owl watching from the elm-tree, To live by courtesy of the shrike, the snake, the tom-cat. I think of the nestling fallen into the deep grass, The turtle gasping in the dusty rubble of the highway, The paralytic stunned in the tub, and the water rising, --- All things innocent, hapless, forsaken.

12. In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking Sleeps the baby mouse I found in the meadow, Where he trembled and shook beneath a stick Till I caught him up by the tail and brought him in, Cradled in my hand, A little quaker, the whole body of him trembling, His absurd whiskers sticking out like a cartoon-mouse, His feet like small leaves, Little lizard-feet, Whitish and spread wide when he tried to struggle away, Wriggling like a minuscule puppy.

13. In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking Sleeps the baby mouse I found in the meadow, Where he trembled and shook beneath a stick Till I caught him up by the tail and brought him in, Cradled in my hand, A little quaker, the whole body of him trembling, His absurd whiskers sticking out like a cartoon-mouse, His feet like small leaves, Little lizard-feet, Whitish and spread wide when he tried to struggle away, Wriggling like a minuscule puppy.

14. In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking Sleeps the baby mouse I found in the meadow, Where he trembled and shook beneath a stick Till I caught him up by the tail and brought him in, Cradled in my hand, A little quaker, the whole body of him trembling, His absurd whiskers sticking out like a cartoon-mouse, His feet like small leaves, Little lizard-feet, Whitish and spread wide when he tried to struggle away, Wriggling like a minuscule puppy.

15. In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking Sleeps the baby mouse I found in the meadow, Where he trembled and shook beneath a stick Till I caught him up by the tail and brought him in, Cradled in my hand, A little quaker, the whole body of him trembling, His absurd whiskers sticking out like a cartoon-mouse, His feet like small leaves, Little lizard-feet, Whitish and spread wide when he tried to struggle away, Wriggling like a minuscule puppy.

16. In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking Sleeps the baby mouse I found in the meadow, Where he trembled and shook beneath a stick Till I caught him up by the tail and brought him in, Cradled in my hand, A little quaker, the whole body of him trembling, His absurd whiskers sticking out like a cartoon-mouse, His feet like small leaves, Little lizard-feet, Whitish and spread wide when he tried to struggle away, Wriggling like a minuscule puppy.

17. Now he’s eaten his three kinds of cheese and drunk from his bottle-cap watering-trough--- So much he just lies in one corner, His tail curled under him, his belly big As his head; his bat-like ears Twitching, tilting toward the least sound. Do I imagine he no longer trembles When I come close to him? He seems no longer to tremble.

18. Now he’s eaten his three kinds of cheese and drunk from his bottle-cap watering-trough--- So much he just lies in one corner, His tail curled under him, his belly big As his head; his bat-like ears Twitching, tilting toward the least sound. Do I imagine he no longer trembles When I come close to him? He seems no longer to tremble.

19. Now he’s eaten his three kinds of cheese and drunk from his bottle-cap watering-trough--- So much he just lies in one corner, His tail curled under him, his belly big As his head;his bat-like ears Twitching, tilting toward the least sound. Do I imagine he no longer trembles When I come close to him? He seems no longer to tremble.

20. But this morning the shoe-box house on the back porch is empty. Where has he gone, my meadow mouse, My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?--- To run under the hawk’s wing, Under the eye of the great owl watching from the elm-tree, To live by courtesy of the shrike, the snake, the tom-cat. I think of the nestling fallen into the deep grass, The turtle gasping in the dusty rubble of the highway, The paralytic stunned in the tub, and the water rising, --- All things innocent, hapless, forsaken.

21. But this morning the shoe-box house on the back porch is empty. Where has he gone, my meadow mouse, My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?--- To run under the hawk’s wing, Under the eye of the great owl watching from the elm-tree, To live by courtesy of the shrike, the snake, the tom-cat. I think of the nestling fallen into the deep grass, The turtle gasping in the dusty rubble of the highway, The paralytic stunned in the tub, and the water rising, --- All things innocent, hapless, forsaken.

22. miss rosie By Lucille Clifton

23. when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week’s groceries I say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a woman who used to be the best looking gal in georgia used to be called the Georgia Rose I stand up through your destruction I stand up 

24. when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week’s groceries I say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a woman who used to be the best looking gal in georgia used to be called the Georgia Rose I stand up through your destruction I stand up 

25. when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week’s groceries I say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a woman who used to be the best looking gal in georgia used to be called the Georgia Rose I stand up through your destruction I stand up 

26. when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week’s groceries I say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a woman who used to be the best looking gal in georgia used to be called the Georgia Rose I stand up through your destruction I stand up 

27. What three similes does Mary Oliver use in her poem, “The Black Snake”? Rewrite one of the similes as a metaphor. How does Roethke deviate from the typical usage of a simile in the second stanza? Give an example of a metaphor in Roethke ‘s poem. Clifton also uses similes and metaphors in her poem, “miss rosie.” What image of Miss Rosie do they convey? Answer the following questions:

28. What three similes does Mary Oliver use in her poem, “The Black Snake”? Explain each. Rewrite each of the similes as metaphors. How does Roethke deviate from the typical usage of a simile in the second stanza? Give an example of a metaphor in Roethke ‘s poem. Clifton also uses similes and metaphors in her poem, “miss rosie.” Identify each simile and metaphor and explain what they mean. What image of Miss Rosie do they convey? Honors Answer the following questions:

29. Write a Simile Poem Write a poem about an animal or a person. It must be at least three stanza’s long. Each stanza must include at least four lines and one simile.

30. Honors Write a Simile Poem Write a poem about a memory of an animal or person. It must be at least three stanza’s long. Each stanza must include at least four lines and one simile. Also, include at least one metaphor in the poem.