Like Like Like, A Simile

Ms. Widmen

High School Creative Writing


Like Like Like, A Simile


This week we focused on the simile and read Mark Cox’s “Like a Simile ”. The students then played a condensed version of an exquisite corpse and created surreal similes in pairs. I was flabbergasted at what wild worlds they created and ran with. I’m so happy with the two published poets below.



“Wheels of a Cog”

by Raul M.


Blood dripping down a hand like sweating from an exercise.

Screams fill the air like the rain covering the world.

Violence spreading throughout as a disease no one notices.

People trembling and praying like a herd of sheep.

A knight, saving the day, as an emerging butterfly–

cheerfulness filling the air as the sassy salmon swim in the ocean.

As blood drips down a hand like a melting ice cream,

with the wheels turning once more, we start our day once more.







“The Cycle”

by Eri P.


I contemplated like a midnight fog.

I ventured through life like pink harmony.

I fell and got up like dominos.

I smiled and cried like a dancing fish.


I went around and around like a washing machine.

I lived and died like nephropidaes.

I won and lost like Kummerspeck.

I ran in a loop like Kuddelmuddel.


I went to the top like a harpy.

I plummeted to the bottom like a 1000kg weight.

The cycle continues forever like a cracked brick wall. 




“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.