Top 100 Poems About: SIMILE


In this page, poems on / about “simile” are listed.
  • 1.
    Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 2.
    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 play'd in tune. read more »

    Robert Burns
  • 3.
    Similes For Two Political Characters Of 1819

    I.
    As from an ancestral oak
    Two empty ravens sound their clarion,
    Yell by yell, and croak by croak, read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 4.
    Dream Deferred

    What happens to a dream deferred?
    Does it dry up
    Like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore-- read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 5.
    An Emerald Is As Green As Grass

    An emerald is as green as grass;
    A ruby red as blood;
    A sapphire shines as blue as heaven; read more »

    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • 6.
    The Star

    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are,
    Up above the world so high,
    Like a diamond in the sky. read more »

    Jane Taylor
  • 7.
    Similes

    I.
    Above me snows and ice-crags, and around
    The Cordilleras towering, grand and stern;—
    Near me a stream over the black rocks bounding, read more »

    Albert Pike
  • 8.
    A Simile

    What did we say to each other
    that now we are as the deer
    who walk in single file
    with heads high read more »

    Navarre Scott Momaday
  • 9.
    The Base Stealer

    Poised between going on and back, pulled
    Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker,
    Fingertips pointing the opposites,
    Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball read more »

    Robert Francis
  • 10.
    An Autumnal Simile

    The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread,
    Starting from off the ground beneath the tread,
    Coursed o'er the garden-plain; read more »

    Victor Marie Hugo
  • 11.
    To Mr. Edward Howard, On His Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Princes

    Come on, ye critics! Find one fault who dare,
    For, read it backward like a witch's prayer,
    'Twill do as well; throw not away your jests
    On solid nonsense that abides all tests. read more »

    Charles Sackville
  • 12.
    Procemion

    IN His blest name, who was His own creation,
    Who from all time makes making his vocation;
    The name of Him who makes our faith so bright,
    Love, confidence, activity, and might; read more »

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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