Because I Love Bad Metaphors
These are a list of awful metaphors compiled by teachers across the country.
I am so glad I don't write like this.
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 pm instead of 7:30.
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight
trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 pm. traveling at 55mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 pm. at a speed of 35mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
11 Comments:
Many of those are similes, not metaphors. :-P
And I'm positive I've heard 9 somewhere, what's it from?!
And yeah, I think we were already supposed to pick our partners. D-:
I was gonna be with James, but then I wasn't, so think I ended up with Jon.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
I'm sure i heard that one before
by the way, the shorthand we kids use on the internet (especially IM) (eg. btw, u, g2g), is called tici taci (I'm not sure if i spelled that right). Apparently we might be developing our own language
I do not use tici taci thingy. It is the spawn of bad.
Well it's not really a language, it's more of a slang of English, isn't it?
And A) I guess I did end up with James, and
B) WE DIDN'T POP HIM THE BLOODY QUESTION
Well it's not really a language, it's more of a slang of English, isn't it?
And A) I guess I did end up with James, and
B) WE DIDN'T POP HIM THE BLOODY QUESTION
I WOULD HAVE DONE IT IF YOU HAD.
We need to approach him when he is unawares. . .
whats THE BLOODY QUESTION ?
Ablutophobia: fear of washing or bathing
source: my fear of the day calendar
note: I am not an ablutophobe, i simply don't like taking showers because it takes up time, wastes water, and doesn't feel that good to me.
Apparently the list you have in this here post was part of a contest in which people were encouraged to write in the style of bad high school essay writers...
And you asked me what my poem was about, but I was rushing, so I couldn't quite get it out:
The overall theme is a cross between the pains of unrequited love and the confusion of why someone as ugly as the girl in question would be off with some other guy.
Throw in a touch of arrogance, some personal experience, a particularly powerful reference to an Interpol song, and you have my once-sonnet-now-regular-poem!
Ah, well, that would explain why they're SO BAD, haha.
I'm in love with your poem idea. I've so felt that way. LIke, "Excuse me, I love you, but you're intensely ugly, so why on earth. . ." Yeah. Not a very happy feeling, but definitely a real one.
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