Figurative Language 9

He felt a graveyard wind go by
Cold, cold as was his enemy.

The morning wind arose
And called across the world for day.

She is dead and no longer able to
Drink the wine of human love;

The storm shook the land with endless thunder.

The pale moon like a petal
Floats in the dusk of Spring,

Beautiful woman is she,
A woman whose autumn of life is here,

A mere frown from her would kill me.

O my grey hairs! You are truly white as plum blossoms.

The first dart of daybreak pierced the sky.

Beauty walks in the woods waking flowers from wintry sleep.

Suffice it to say that he wasn't pleased to hear he would be sentenced to 30 years of hard labor.

Each moment apart takes a year
Till we reunite my dear.

Our hearts are music-makers in the clouds!

Rest from weary laughter
In the quiet arms of grief.

If we understood, could we but draw back the curtains that surround each other's lives?

My good intent has fallen short like an arrow.

The hungry students probably would have continued eating
Right on through the lunch table had it not been for the bell.

Footsteps fell as soft as fall
The rose's petals on a dewy lawn,

The fire-flames crooned a tiny song.

My heart was a silent sea after the storm.