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Monday, 10 April 2017

metaphor and simile.

               
Language Tools.


WALT: recognise and use a Metaphor and Simile.


What are they?
When do you use them?
Examples:


What is a Metaphor?
A Metaphor is a  figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.
Examples of Metaphors:
He drowned in a sea of grief.
She is fishing in troubled waters.
The snow is a white blanket.
Life is a rollercoaster.  
His words were cotton candy.
The snow is a white blanket.
America is a melting pot.
Her voice was music to his ears.
Life is a rollercoaster.
The snow is a white blanket.
The hospital was a refrigerator.
The classroom was a zoo.
America is a melting pot.  
Her lovely voice was music to his ears.
Life is a rollercoaster.  
The alligator’s teeth are white daggers.  
Their home was a prison.
The slide on the playground was a hot stove.
His heart is a cold iron.
She is a peacock.
He is a shining star.
Time is money.
My teacher is a dragon.
Tom’s eyes were icy.
The detective’s face was wooden as he listened to her story.
She feels that life is a fashion show.
The world's a stage.
My kid’s room is a disaster area.
The children were flowers grown in concrete gardens.
Kisses are the flowers of affection.
His words were cotton candy.
Mary’s eyes were fireflies.
John’s suggestion was just a Band-Aid.
The cast on his broken leg was a plaster shackle.
Her long hair was a flowing golden river.
The computers at school are old dinosaurs.
Laughter is the music of the soul.
He is a night owl.


What genre of writing would you see a Metaphor?
You would see


What is a Simile?
A Simile is a figure of speech involving the comparison of one thing with another thing of a different kind, used to make a description more emphatic or vivid.
5 Examples of Similes:
As brave as a lion.
As big as an elephant.
As blind as a bat.
As cheap as dirt.
As flat as a pancake.
What genre of writing would you see a Simile?
You would see a simile in a poem,


Aubrey


I am a librarian, stern and knowledgeable.
I am a pencil, drawing on an empty paper.
I am a kauri tree, growing with Maori knowledge.
I am me.
I am a student of Room 4.

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