Metaphors in Poetry and a list poem.

We recently tried a different style of poems, metaphorical ones. I think they are more like similies, but whatever. The first we wrote was about what we felt like that day. A cloud, a conck shell...I chose a Wind. In the second one we were supposed to think about a place we went to for comfort and to get away from the world. I wrote from the perspective of Topps Road, which is the road at my Oma's cottage that I will often walk on when I'm up there. The third poem I'm adding here is a strange one. We were told to take an object, come up with a list of things it reminded us of, and then write a poem using the ideas in that list. I chose the clown that usually hangs in the costume room in our school and my poem is called, suprise, suprise, The Hanging Clown.