Challenge - Definitions

[UnderYourSpell]

We are (hopefully!) going to write one poem! Each poem follows on from former ones so you can allude to the lines of others but adding your own twist to the story with the addition that each poem should contain it's own 5 definitions mentioned below. All definitions are to be used.
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1. Simile: A simile compares two things like a metaphor, but a simile uses the words “like” and “as.”
2. Hyperbole: A hyperbole is an outrageous exaggeration that emphasises a point and can be ridiculous or funny.
3. Personification: Personification gives human characteristics to inanimate objects, animals, or ideas. This can really affect the way the reader imagines things.
4. Onomatopoeia: Onomatopoeia is a sound device; it uses words that sound like their meaning or mimic sounds.
5. Alliteration: Alliteration is the repetition of the same letter or sound as the beginning of closely connected words.'
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Any genre, 10 minimum/30 maximum lines
Challenge is until midnight Monday 5th August and the winner will be the one who has best incorporated the 5 definitions as above to continue the story.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Hurray! It was Hairy Harry the Heffalump's humping day!
He swished his tail to and fro to carry his scent
to any waiting ladies because he was as excited
as a Mongoose with ten tails!
Hairy Harry trumpeted loudly, crashing through
the long grass to the watering hole
where stood the ladies who regarded him balefully,
"Hello" said Harry, "get in line, it's humping day."
"Piss off" said the ladies "You're a day early."
Oh! Poor Harry! He hung his head, hardly able
to contain his disappointment and trundled off,
hiccuping though his hardly hidden tears,
as sad as a saucepan of celery steamed dry
and ten times (no a hundred times) more salty.

Red is Alliteration
Purple is Onomatopoeia
Green is Hyperbole
Cyan (weird name for a colour!) is Personification
Dark green is Simile.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You don't have to follow on from this by the way, just showing you what I mean.

 

[HarryHill]

We are (hopefully!) going to write one poem! Each poem follows on from former ones so you can allude to the lines of others but adding your own twist to the story with the addition that each poem should contain it's own 5 definitions mentioned below. All definitions are to be used.
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1. Simile: A simile compares two things like a metaphor, but a simile uses the words “like” and “as.”
2. Hyperbole: A hyperbole is an outrageous exaggeration that emphasises a point and can be ridiculous or funny.
3. Personification: Personification gives human characteristics to inanimate objects, animals, or ideas. This can really affect the way the reader imagines things.
4. Onomatopoeia: Onomatopoeia is a sound device; it uses words that sound like their meaning or mimic sounds.
5. Alliteration: Alliteration is the repetition of the same letter or sound as the beginning of closely connected words.'
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Any genre, 10 minimum/30 maximum lines
Challenge is until midnight Monday 5th August and the winner will be the one who has best incorporated the 5 definitions as above to continue the story.

I
saw
I saw
I saw, I
saw, I saw the
but, I saw the but,
I saw the but, I saw the but-ter-fly
I saw the but-ter-fly was I, like yanno? No?
Wafting; all soft. < mis key, mis-key>
See, wafting, it undulating 'round roses.
I see, I see the robin fly. I see the robin fly.
I see the wafter die. I see the wafter die. I see
a world on the brink of disaster. I see, I see a world
on the brink of disaster and not one butter-wafter seen
to feed, to feed, too feeds a hungry bird.

Live. might edit.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Gosh I'm flabbergasted! You never told me you're a genius!

 

[HarryHill]

Gosh I'm flabbergasted! You never told me you're a genius!

...
1. My ing'enue-ity knows no bounds
2. You didn't get the memo?
3.
4.
5.

 

[Piscator]

...
1. My ing'enue-ity knows no bounds
2. You didn't get the memo?
3.
4.
5.

I reallly enjoyed your opus. Your certainly plugged into a live socket (all those references to butter???)

I'm still trying to figure out the rules.

 

[HarryHill]

I reallly enjoyed your opus. Your certainly plugged into a live socket (all those references to butter???)
Coincidental
I'm still trying to figure out the rules.

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Each poem follows on from former ones so you can allude to the lines of others but adding your own twist to the story

I just started with one line ( I saw the butterfly was I)
I'ma give you this one to start you out...

I think the fish must be as I, wishing for rain when it's so dry.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

So I've been told the rules are as clear as mud! Write a poem which must use those 5 poetry tools lol ( a Simile, a Hyperbole, a Personification, an Onomatopoeia and an Alliteration) either a stand alone poem or following on from what was written before. Do you get it now?
I'm not sure what Harry wrote but I don't care because I love it!!....... and as it's my challenge I'm allowed to!
I've done a colour code on my poem.

 

[HarryHill]

Harry is not sure exactly what he wrote but, but, but it was fun.

 

[Angeline]

How can I help her?

The wind speaks to me
like one thousand voices
whispering is this
where you want to be?

She says shhh,
soft suserations
like prayers
leading me home.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

How can I help her?

The wind speaks to me
like one thousand voices
whispering is this
where you want to be?

She says shhh,
soft suserations
like prayers
leading me home.

Thank you Ange at least someone tried I would have thought everyone learned how to do this Grammar at school but perhaps they don't in America. However do you construct sentences over there?!!

 

[Moochienanu]

Thank you Ange at least someone tried I would have thought everyone learned how to do this Grammar at school but perhaps they don't in America. However do you construct sentences over there?!!

That’s not very nice... I didn’t fully understand your rules and thought you wanted a continuation of your poem, so I was going to try that... but now, this attitude makes me think otherwise.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I got frustrated I don't understand why nobody can understand ....... Write a poem which must use those 5 poetry tools ( a Simile, a Hyperbole, a Personification, an Onomatopoeia and an Alliteration) either a stand alone poem or following on from what was written before.

 

[Piscator]

Thank you Ange at least someone tried I would have thought everyone learned how to do this Grammar at school but perhaps they don't in America. However do you construct sentences over there?!!

They/we (if you lump Canada with the USA) don't always learn what we're taught. Exhibit A Trumps Tweets

 

[champagne1982]

How can I help her?

The wind speaks to me
like one thousand voices
whispering is this
where you want to be?

She says shhh,
soft suserations
like prayers
leading me home.

Listen long to lilting liturgy
babbled by a brook like birds
singing serenades to God
that take flight as if butterflies
were angels and flowers were wings
that could reach the Saraphim.

Martha made more music
in her head than a hundred
pianos could in a hundred years.
Hear here the ring of soprano boys
raising mysteries in verse to heaven
while fallen favored faint in fear.

Clouds crowd clamouring crows
as they murder winter with their caws.
These are songs Samandiriel writes
inside Martha's mind to turn
a flutter to a tune and imagine
an angelic choral prelude to her opus.

 

[Angeline]

Listen long to lilting liturgy
babbled by a brook like birds
singing serenades to God
that take flight as if butterflies
were angels and flowers were wings
that could reach the Saraphim.

Martha made more music
in her head than a hundred
pianos could in a hundred years.
Hear here the ring of soprano boys
raising mysteries in verse to heaven
while fallen favored faint in fear.

Clouds crowd clamouring crows
as they murder winter with their caws.
These are songs Samandiriel writes
inside Martha's mind to turn
a flutter to a tune and imagine
an angelic choral prelude to her opus.

Too many clever devices, turns of phrase and word plays to count! You're the Champ alright.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Listen long to lilting liturgy
babbled by a brook like birds
singing serenades to God
that take flight as if butterflies
were angels and flowers were wings
that could reach the Saraphim.

Martha made more music
in her head than a hundred
pianos could in a hundred years.
Hear here the ring of soprano boys
raising mysteries in verse to heaven
while fallen favored faint in fear.

Clouds crowd clamouring crows
as they murder winter with their caws.
These are songs Samandiriel writes
inside Martha's mind to turn
a flutter to a tune and imagine
an angelic choral prelude to her opus.

Thank you, thank you. thank you please feel free to continue with your take on what a challenge should be.