Poem (The Race)
The Race
I step behind the block
the noise;
the ticking of a clock
cheering screaming
Nothing that has meaning.
The weight of my hands
Like weights dangling off of tiny strings.
I feel hazy
tired, worried with expectancy
for the crackle of the start.
Suddenly quiet as
I watch my goggles fog
time stops,and the race is off.
Poetry techniques that I used: Slant Rhyme, End Rhyme, Simile, Hyperbole, Onomatopoeia, Consonance.
I step behind the block
the noise;
the ticking of a clock
cheering screaming
Nothing that has meaning.
The weight of my hands
Like weights dangling off of tiny strings.
I feel hazy
tired, worried with expectancy
for the crackle of the start.
Suddenly quiet as
I watch my goggles fog
time stops,and the race is off.
Poetry techniques that I used: Slant Rhyme, End Rhyme, Simile, Hyperbole, Onomatopoeia, Consonance.
I like how you used end rhyme and slant rhyme similarly but also very different. I liked the onomatopoeia. I think it would be fun to add more like crackle.
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