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Extended Metaphors

8th Graders, please post your extended metaphors to the blog. Feel free to use color and be sure to include one picture in your post. See the example below!

Respect is a Medal

Respect is a medal.

It must be earned
You work hard
Put time and money into it
Train hard

There are all different medals
You could be the cream of the crop
Or you could be hiding your face in shame

If you cheat to get it,
It goes as fast as it came

Respect is a medal.

Life is a Game of Chutes and Ladders, by Luke Mullins

Life is a game of chutes and ladders.
sometimes you'll land on a ladder.
when you climb it,
you will be a lot closer to your goal.

but there's the same chance that you'll land on a chute.
the chute could bring you down one step,
or make you go all the way back to the beginning.

there are more people playing this game than just you though.

about 6.8 billion people are all trying to win.

everyone is trying to get the reward.

some people don't always play fair either.

there is always going to be

a winner

and a loser.

Life is a Gemstone by Jocelyn Briones

Life is a gemstone

Different sHapes and colors

With colors soft as the ocean

And dark like the caves they were found in

Traveling the world

Finding diamonds and rubies

Never knowing what gem you will find next.

Love is an essay - Andrea

Love is an essay that you have to work through.

You start with the beginning, just getting to know your topic. You slowly move onto the middle-searching everything, until you get what you desire. When you think it's going well, you mess up. With determination, you struggle until your writing excels. After awhile you move to the conclusion. Either proud of your work, or discouraged. You finish your piece never forgetting what you have learned. Love is an essay.

Hate is a Weed

Hate is a weed.

It destroys other plants - it destroys their vibrant colors. It makes them wilt and fade. A weed is rude and self-absorbed. Instead of sharing, it keeps water and sun-light for itself. A weed will grow and mmuullttiippllyy. The only way to keep it from growing is to remove it.

Life is a River by Shelby Ruman

Life is a River

Full of adventures

Obstacles can get in your way,

that you must overcome

They can be full of rapid waves,

or calm banks

Yet the journey along the way,

is worth taking.

Respect Is A Four Leaf Clover By: Madeline Earls

Respect is a four leaf clover

Both are hard to get

Yet it feels wonderful when you discover it

Once you get it, you keep it 'till its's lost

You may get very aggravated when you don't have it

But once you find it

You can keep it forever.

Rumors are Fireworks By:Mallory

Rumors are Fireworks.They can be big or small. Big fireworks are shocking and overwhelming. While small ones are not very important. The colorful fireworks have a lot going on, and everybody can see them. But the plain bland ones are not that interesting. Then comes a bunch of fireworks at one time! That can become very crazy! Then everyone is staring at the fireworks and talking about them too.

Life is a Bed of Roses By:Demi Paulsen

Life is a bed of roses.
Every rose bed is different,
by color, shape, size, or even place.
If you work hard
to love and care for them,
in the end you will have
a great turn out.
If not cared for and left alone or ignored-
they will wilt and your beautiful flowers of life will die....
The thorns on the roses represent bad days pain or struggles in life,
but the beautiful blossomed rose petals represents
the goals accomplished in life.

Hate is a Candle by Mary

Hate is a candle.
It starts as a small
flame, contained and controlled, completely
safe. But the
smallest touch and it
bursts with life. It spreads
rapidly,
out of control.
Everything scatters, running from the
destructive force. The
gray, dense air ready to
engulf anything.

Once it is full,
full from its hungry demolition, and after the
choking smoke clears, the wreckage is
clear. A
once plentiful forest
now a wasteland of
black char. An erie
silence fills the area.

Life slowly grows back but
never the same
again.

Peace is that cookie in the cookie jar on top of the fridge, by: Priya

PEACE

Peace is that cookie in the cookie jar on top of the fridge,

hard to reach.

Focus,

patience,

desire,

--- key traits to achieve your goal.

Although it may take time,

that's okay.

Time's only effects are

maturity and growth.

Eventually you will be able to reach your hand in and finally

grasp that cookie.

Beware of stubborness,

although it's okay to a certain extent,

it can JEOPARDIZE

your chance of attaining your goal.

Remember to be open to other's suggestions

because they may help you,

in ways you never expected.

Despite all obstacles

that cookie IS wihtin your grasp,

you just have to find

the right chair,

that's high enough for you to stand on, and

reach

the

jar.

War is a Game by Nick Walker

War is a game

Some see it fun

Others, lame.

Luck is the dice

Get a good roll

Or pay the price.

There's many players,

All on many teams

Who do you prefer?

Don't get frustrated

Don't lose your focus

Consequences will be dreaded

Hate is a Monster by Gordon Behr

Hate is a monster

It tears people away,

and it destroys everything.

It eats away at people,

and takes away great things.

It destroys people's connections,

and kills their friends.

It breaks people's stuff,

and it breaks people's spirit.

It ruins many lives,

and it consumes people's thoughts.

It is unforgiving in its destruction,

and it is vengful when enraged.

Hate is a monster.

Happiness Is A Game-Valerie

Happiness is a game.

Hard easy it's never what you think.

you get stuck in many challenges and struggles.

It can always get complicated.

Friends, family, stargners

Are there when youneed them.

But they can also be just another challenge.

At the end of the game you can always find happiness.

Extended Metaphor Example

Life is a rose.

Red, Yellow, Pink—it comes in a myriad of colors. But search and find the favorite. Watch for the thorns. Although they aren’t always visible, they’re always there—

but worth the risk.

Despite the rarity, the rose is worth finding and once you have it, it blossoms into an Indescribable Beauty.

Life is a rose.

Similes and Metaphors

8th Graders, please comment to this post with your simile and your metaphor. Be sure to put your name at the top!

Create your own Mystery Poem!

8th graders, please go to the following website and watch the presentation on how to create your own mystery poem. There are 5 different sections to the presentation, but please watch the "Getting Started" and "Read a Sample" parts ONLY. We will do the rest in class.

Don't forget headphones!!

Mystery Poem Interactive Video

Mystery Poem By Luke

I am born out of heat.
I am slain by man.
I am both crunchy and soft.

I can be savory or sweet.
I can be the color of the night sky.
I can be many different nationalities.

You can have me at all times of the day.
You can slice me in half many different ways.
you can make me into a dessert with skill.

What am I?

Mystery Poem By: Jocelyn

I have arms but no legs.

People are always staring at me.

I fly by like a soaring eagle during the summer.

I drag along like a sloth in school.

I tick, beep, chime and buzz.

I am a decoration to your walls and accessory to your outfits.

What am I?

Mystery Poem, By Shelby

I can relax you
or give you a fright

I am around at night
and in the daylight

I can make you sad,
happy, or mad

I am the source of entertainment,
or a dissapointment

I am as fast as a cheetah,
or as slow as a turtle

I am a nerve calmer

I am the caffeine to your body

What Am I?

Mystery Poem BY: Ethan

I am a sea of wind.

I throw cars like baseballs.

I crash into land like a wrecking ball crashes through a building.

I make you leave your home.

I have hit the home of the Saints to the home of the Cowboys.

What am I?

Valerie-Mystery Poem

I can be scorching,

I can be cool.

I can hear waves crashing against me.

I feel feet stomping across me.

I am a sea of gold.

I'm as big as the ocean.

I am the bottom to the ocean.

What am I?

Mary's Mystery Poem

I am bright sunshine.
Without me, everyone would be lost in darkness.

I am always there, yet never seen.
I whisper to you like the wind rushing through the trees.

Nothing is more powerful than me,
yet I was killed by a simply piece of wood.

No one can understand the depths of my love.
It is wider than the horizon and deeper than the darkest waters.

I have been before time,
and I'll be there forever.

Can you guess who or what I am?

Andrea- Mystery Poem

Unique, I am

but im identical to the rest.

Fluffy like a feather,

yet flimsy like paper, I discover the world beneath me.

I'm a child's delight,

meanwhile I'm a machines worst nightmare.

What am I?

Mystery Poem By: Madeline Earls

I come up from the ground like a firework,

My roar scares people like ghosts,

I crack bolt and rumble,

My brightness shines people's day,

I have a friend that follows me,

What am I?

Mystery Poem by Sarah

I am as useful as a cell phone
I am practically everywhere

I hear scribbling, squeaking, whirring, talking
I see almost everything

I can be as precious as flowers
I can be as rejected as moldy bread

I can help you, I can make you cry
I can make you groan, I can make you laugh

I can be passed around
I can be waiting to be used

I once had breath, but now I'm dead
What am I?

Mystery Poem, By:Mallory

I make your air feel more fresh,
and I have a different personality in each season.

I'm not always the usual green,
I'm not always the bland red.

Sometimes I'm yellow and orange,
Sometimes I'm even brown and crunchy.

I'm not normaly around in the winter,
I'm most definitely around in the summer.

I'm all different shapes, sizes, and styles,
But don't underestimate me, because I can make a big pile!

What am I?

Mystery Poem By: Demi Paulsen

I am sweet and sour.
The rainbow, but not in the sky.

I am like a sea of colors.
In my wrapper I click and clack.

In your mouth I smoosh around.
I am a trip to the dentist.

I feel I am about to be eaten.......

What am I?

Mystery Poem, By: Priya

Piquant, I am,
tart, I can be.

Vibrant, I am,
a complexion of many colors, I can be.

A quick escape on a hot day, I am,
sticky like a bee's honey, I can be.

What Am I?

Mystery Poem Example

At the back of every Igloo,

And the middle of the Moon,

Always running around in Loops you’ll find me,

If you look inside the Room.

What am I?

Mystery Poem Example

At night, we come

without being fetched.

By day, we are lost

without being stolen.

Mystery Poem Example

The beginning of eternity,

The end of time and space,

The beginning of every end,

And the end of every place.

Mystery Poem Example

When I'm young, I'm tall.


When I'm old, I'm short.


When I'm alive, I glow.


Because of your breath, I die.


What am I?

Mystery Poem Example

I am small as an ant and big as a whale,


I can soar through the air like a bird with a tail.


I can be seen by day and not by night, 


I can be seen with a big flash of light. 


I follow whoever controls me by the sun,


but I fade away when dark fell like a ton. 


What am I?

Mystery Poem Example

I have streets, but no pavement.


I have cities, but no buildings. 


I have forests, but no trees. 


I have rivers, yet no water. 


What am I?