Hyperbole Poems about Life | Hyperbole Poetry

A hyperbole poem is a poem that uses exaggeration, or hyperbole. These poems can be short or long. Lets read some examples of hyperbole poems.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
-William Wordsworth

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in a never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand I saw at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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Two Sunflowers Move in the Yellow Room
–William Blake

“Ah, William, we’re weary of weather,”
Said the sunflowers, shining with dew.
“Our traveling habits have tired us.
Can you give us a room with a view?”
They arranged themselves at the window
And counted the steps of the sun,
And they both took root in the carpet
Where the topaz tortoises run.

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The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!
— Kenn Nesbitt

The fanciest dancer that ever did dance
was Elmo Fernando Rodrigo McGants.
McGants did a dance that was twenty parts tango,
eleven parts polka and five parts fandango,
with thirty parts two-stepping jitterbug waltz,
a tap dance, a backflip, and four somersaults.
He spun like a top for a hundred rotations,
then swung and lambada’d with pelvic gyrations.
He rhumba’d, he mamboed, he boogied to disco,
he did the merengue from Boston to Frisco.
He limboed and cha-cha’d from China to France,
completing the world’s most intricate dance,
and all because someone put ants in the pants
of Elmo Fernando Rodrigo McGants.

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To His Coy Mistress
-Andrew Marvell’s

A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest.

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A Quadruple Triolet
-Emile Pinet

It begins with a gentle breeze
rustling the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees
it begins with a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees
it’s only brisk it isn’t much.
It begins with a gentle breeze
rustling the leaves with its touch.

It’s only brisk it isn’t much
until that breeze begins to gust.
And yet birds still escape its clutch
it’s only brisk it isn’t much.
It topples garbage cans and such
gathering up a cloud of dust.
It’s only brisk it isn’t much
until that breeze begins to gust.

Gathering up a cloud of dust
it blocks the sun’s diminished light.
And proceeds with increasing thrust
gathering up a cloud of dust.
As shutters squeak and hinges bust
a furious gale gives them flight.
Gathering up a cloud of dust
it blocks the sun’s diminished light.

A furious gale gives them flight
as slate shingles fly through the air.
Morphing into objects of might
a furious gale gives them flight.
Folks find cover and hang on tight
for flying debris packs a scare.
A furious gale gives them flight
as slate shingles fly through the air.

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