Similes and Metaphors 3

The coins gleam like cold snake scales.

Swords of rain stabbed the earth.

The shadows of clouds charge down the street like horses.

My soul is a piece of paper scrawled with fragments of an incomplete song.

Her life was like a swiftly rushing stream.

I must sit quiet: still as a stone. Silent and cold.

He clenches his fist like a twisting snake.

The moon is a heavy sack of gold.

My hopes are scattered like hot shriveled seeds.

My love is a wind-shaken flower.

The gardens of my heart are green.

This pretty little city is my brand new toy box.

The sea is as blue as the blue of violets.

A poet's moods are fluttering butterflies in the rain.

Did you see the mad ballet of the midsummer sky?

The students stood as still as stumps.

My thoughts are sparrows passing.

I know you as thirst knows water.

My thoughts are an autumn breeze lifting and hurrying dry rubbish about in a corner.

My dreams are petals in the water.