We all have five senses, and sometimes one or two of them do not always work. This poem is about those five senses. It is called a sense poem. I had to think of a scene and then write about my body would be thinking about. Enjoy.
I see the dark stormy sky over head,
I smell the thick salty air and the wet grass around me,
I feel the strong northly wind, pulling me over the cliff,
I taste the salty air that has carried birds,
I hear the strong wave crashing below, waiting to swallow me up,
I think of happy times, of times of laughter.
The Poetic device I used in this poem wasTone/mood. You can feel the persons feeling, that he is unhappy and sad, and that he wants to die.
I see the dark stormy sky over head,
I smell the thick salty air and the wet grass around me,
I feel the strong northly wind, pulling me over the cliff,
I taste the salty air that has carried birds,
I hear the strong wave crashing below, waiting to swallow me up,
I think of happy times, of times of laughter.
The Poetic device I used in this poem wasTone/mood. You can feel the persons feeling, that he is unhappy and sad, and that he wants to die.