‘I am thinking about you like hours think about days ‘: Simile Poems

Students read Mike Taylor’s poem, ‘Thinking About You,’ and then crafted their own simile lines!

The power of a simile… bridges the gap between the familiar and the unknown, allowing readers to instantly visualize emotions, settings, and character: – Psychology Today.

Ms. Wright, 7th Grade, Group One

Boring by Yinghui C.

 

Boring

 

I lay in the bed

scrolling and scrolling 

time passes like a cheetah

I’m just scrolling, nothing to do 

boring

It’s as boring as a fish in a glass bowl

As boring as beige paint

I miss having fun

I miss going out with friends

I’m just lying here 

Scrolling,  boredom 

It’s as boring as waiting for the train. 

 

Stuck In My Head by Henry Z.

I sit and think about 

Trees tall as skyscrapers 

Trees heavier than cars 

 

I sit and think about winds 

Winds that sound like they are breathing next to me

Winds that blow faster than planes 

Winds that blow in every direction, just like a compass 

Ms. Wright, 7th Grade, Group Two

Me by Vincent L.

I’m as fast as a cheetah.

Me with eyes bright like stars.

Me with hands quick as lightning.

Me with a brain as busy as bees.

Fighting to the End by Jimmy L.

 

Fighting to the end is like a laptop

overheating, like a battery of a phone.

Fighting to the end is a brain, 

determined to win.

 

Fighting to the end is my body,

scorching like a burning tree 

Fighting to the end is a finger-wounded

like a scar on a fighter.

 

Thinking of You by Nadia M.

I sit in class thinking…

I am thinking about you like hours think about days 

And weeks think about months.

 

I’m thinking about you like a bird thinks of flying.

Thinking about you like flames thinking of burning

And the radio thinks about music, 

like a melody thinks about flowing.

I’m thinking about you like earthworms think about dirt

like dirt thinks about plants. 

 

I’m thinking about you like the stars think about the shining

like the moon thinks about the dark

and the sun thinks about the light.

 

I’m thinking about you like rainbow paint thinks about mixing

like a leaky faucet thinks about dripping.

Thinking about you like how clouds think about drifting

and shovels think about digging.

Essentially, 

I’m thinking about you.