The tide rolls in,
The tide rolls out
Waves grow bigger,
And slap ships around.
The waves stand tall,
Watching the world.
And in an instant,
They mightily fall.
Waves like hands,
Grasping for land.
Touching the shore,
And achieving their goal.
In my poem, “The Great Wave”, I was thinking about what it would be like watching the waves in the painting from shore. An example of figurative language that I used was the simile when I was comparing the waves to hands. A sound device that I used was rhythm. In the first stanza, all the lines had four syllables. In the second stanza, there are 5 syllables in the first, third, and fourth lines and 4 syllables in the second one. In the last stanza, the syllables go 5 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second and third and 6 in the last. A theme in my poem is to keep going, as the waves kept grasping for land and eventually hit the shore.