Figurative language 10th grade

I was late to school this morning because I had to wait for the train for 10 days

Sit a minute at the granite picnic table with the artist’s daughters, dressed in summer white

"You've got a smile that could light up this whole town."

This poem needs a better attitude: things could be worse

I am pure onion—pure onion

“If I don’t get to go the mall tonight, I’m literally going to die.”

Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

He played basketball nonstop all day, so hard our backboard glistened with sweat

A hot swish of strings of silk

Alex died suddenly, when he was still relatively young. The evening before he died, Alex said to Pepperberg, “You be good. I love you.”

The season’s clock stopped before the next strike, stopped

The trees and flowers have been throwing their cool odors

Grandmother’s gloominess was the contagious kind, infecting every member of the household as fiercely as the bubonic plague

The winds are walking overhead

My backpack weighs a ton

"They were like popcorn kernels,” Lin tells me, “popping up all over the general area"

My feet are killing me

I am a tree with my root in the soil

It knows the people are a tide, that swells and in time will ebb

Then the sky and I are in open conversation