Metaphors from GCSE Essays

UnrealQueen

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other
sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a tumble dryer

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used
to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open
again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.

McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag
filled with vegetable soup.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
centre

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you
fry them in hot grease

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across
the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having
left Yorkat 6:36 p.m.travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterboroughat
4:19p.m.ata speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the
Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.

The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet
of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.

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.

The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the
interview portion of Family Fortunes.

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan
just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not
eating for while.

"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student
on 31p-a-pint night.

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.

Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell
butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes
just before it throws up.

It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had
ever seen before.

The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her
first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP,
Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings
on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP.

The ballerina rosegracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.

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 cashpoint.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating
electric fan set on medium.

It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around
with their power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells,
as if she were a dustcart reversing.

She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was
room-temperature British beef.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
thermalpaper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it
to the wall.

gogo

Originally posted by KoolSexyBitch

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a tumble dryer

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.


Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan
just might work.

very good, some of those were brillant.

Commissar

That is amazing.
Christ, I wish I had come up with a few of those in my Leaving Cert.

Pugsley

Posted a million times before.

Capt'n Midnight

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it
to the wall.

quank

i just noticed that the title is wrong
most of those arent metaphors
they are similies:D
Example of a simile:
-The cloud looked like a castle in the sky
Example of a metaphor:
-The cloud was a castle in the sky

Similies use "as" or "like" but metaphors are more direct

sighage with the bad grammar:rolleyes:

ill be able to sleep tonight;)

Mossy Monk

most excellent

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other
sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.