Can you write a poem doesn't matter what about but it will contain figures of speech . It will be not long please...

English

2 answers:

zmey [24]3 years ago

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Yes.There is no right or wrong way to write a poem.Just write a poem.Whatever you think of with figure of speech.

Elena L [17]3 years ago

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The sea is a hungry dog,Giant and grey.He rolls on the beach all day.With his clashing teeth and shaggy jawsHour upon hour he gnawsThe rumbling, tumbling stones,And 'Bones, bones, bones, bones! 'The giant sea-dog moans,Licking his greasy paws.And when the night wind roarsAnd the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs,And howls and hollos long and loud.But on quiet days in May or June,When even the grasses on the dunePlay no more their reedy tune,With his head between his pawsHe lies on the sandy shores,So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.

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