Hunger Personified: A Poetic Tale of Despair
Delve into the chilling personification of Hunger, portrayed as a ghostly figure with a haunting presence. Witness the vivid description of Hunger's appearance and actions as it evokes feelings of discomfort and fear. Only the glimmer of Hope remains amidst this eerie narrative.
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Personification Poem due Wednesday, Dec. 14 *Can be typed *Can be NEATLY hand written *Picture can be clipart *Picture can be hand-drawn *Should have color on it somewhere *Name on back *Should be the size of half a piece of computer paper or a quarter piece of computer paper.
* Choose an evil from Pandoras box. Draw him or her. * Write a poem to personify the evil. * Use the format if interested. Hunger Ghost-white skin, sharp bones, and toothpick legs. I saw _____________ clearly _________________ ____________ ___________________ shuffled his feet crumpled. He turned quickly,____________________ , and __________ his coal-black eyes. I saw ____________________ his scratchy voice. I heard ____________________ my stomach lurch. I felt ___________________ Only Hope remained.
I saw ____________ clearly(Capitalize it.) _____________ , ___________ , _____________ . (describe 3 body parts) He turned quickly,________________ , and __________. (2 specific action words) I saw ____________________ . (body part with color metaphor) I heard __________________ . (What would his voice sound like?) I felt ___________________ . (How does he make you feel?) Only Hope remained.
Personification Poem Hunger I saw Hunger clearly Ghost-white skin, sharp bones, toothpick legs. He turned quickly, shuffled his feet, and crumpled. I saw his coal-black eyes. I heard his scratchy voice. I felt my stomach lurch. Only Hope remained.
