Robert Burns's poem below is a good example of the use of simile in a poem. In the first stanza he uses a simile on two occasions when he compares his love to a red rose and a sweet melodie. A simile is where something is compared to another using the words 'like' or 'as'
A Red, Red Rose
O My Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O My Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my luve
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile
There once was a man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe he awoke with a fright in the middle of the night to find that his dream had come true! - That was a limerick - A riddle poem What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time? memories Haiku You ask me to dance
Although you know I hate to
But for you, I'll dance.
A concrete poem Dusk
Above the
water hang the
loud
flies
Here
O so
gray
then
What A pale signal will appear
When Soon before its shadow fades
Where Here in this pool of opened eye
In us No Upon us As at the very edges
of where we take shape in the dark air
this object bares its image awakening
ripples of recognition that will
brush darkness up into light
even after this bird this hour both drift by atop the perfect sad instant now
already passing out of sight
toward yet-untroubled reflection
this image bears its object darkening
into memorial shades Scattered bits of
light No of water Or something across
water Breaking up No Being regathered
soon Yet by then a swan will have
gone Yes out of mind into what
vast
pale
hush
of a
place
past
sudden dark as
if a swan
sang
Of course there are all ways examples of poems.
For example have you read Shel Silverstein.
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The tree's branches swayed in the wind like a ballet dancer.
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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree
I slit a sheet, a sheet I slit and on the slitted sheet I sit.
Knuckles is red Sonic is blue I love Amy How 'bout you too