Similes and Metaphors 1

The faces at the street crossings shine like a row of eggs on a pantry shelf.

He overwhelmed the boxer with avalanches of punches.

The musicians spun great webs of sound.

A hundred miles of landscape spread before me like a fan.

We were crushed by the hammer of sunlight.

Fear fell from us like steel armor.

The night is as cold as a sharp sword.

Her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.

Children are the most beautiful flowers of all.

There I waited, crouched behind my pointed wall of words.

The town was set along the coast like a little pearl in an emerald band.

The strong men live on, fighting, singing, lucky as plungers.

The gnashes of northern winds are the best Norwegian wines to him.

Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn.

Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver.

She smiled her sugary smile.

Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars.

One large opal hung like a milky, rainbow moon.

The cup of my heart is still, and cold, and empty.

Her kisses are sharp buds of fire.