Arms and the boy

Sharp with sharpness of the grief and death. Arms and the boy by Wilfred Owen is a powerful poem  about soldiers in WW1. The main idea of the poem is that ' War is unnatural to humans'
The poem uses metaphors and imagery of sight and touch.The metaphor 'how cold steel is...hunger of blood' describes how the gun is like an animal hunting its pray. The imagery 'Blue with all malice, like madman's flash' show us how the gun is hungry for humans,  referring the gun to an animal. 'Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth' tells us how the bullets are like the teeth biting through flesh and ripping and tearing it apart. 'Stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads' describes how desperate they are to kill someone or something. Wilfred Owen uses lots of figurative  language like metaphors and imagery in detail to show us how war is unnatural.

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Attack

"Oh Jesus make it stop!"
Attack, by Siegfried Sassoon is a powerful poem about "going over the top", and it uses imagery and metaphors to serve the big idea. The main idea of the poem is that the situation is hopeless and the men are desperate. "the barrage roars and lifts" this is an example of auditory imagery its is a very powerful sentence because of the use of metaphors included in the sentence . The sight imagery is best exemplified by "lines of grey, masked with fear". This quote of imagery of sight uses a really great metaphor which is "masked" to say that the men's faces were so scared the minute you looked at them you thought they were totally different people  hence the "masked with fear". "Hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists" in this quote the metaphor is "hope" since they are hopeless meaning there is no hope left. Siegfried Sassoon used powerful auditory imagery and metaphor to get across the point that the men were hopeless because they lost everything that  made sense to them and had their lives changed forever.

The solider

Some small piece of foreign field that is forever. England 
The soldier is an important poem for a number  of reasons, it exemplifies the attitudes of people at the beginning of WWI, as well as being a very interesting example of the sonnet form. The main idea of the poem is how glorious is to die for EnglandThe big idea is served by a lot of figurative language . In the whole poem but mostly on the 2nd stanza, Rupert Brooke uses repetivly implicit and explicit imagery of England.It is a Italian sonnet which is a love poem to England and the big idea. It has in fact 2 ideas: I the first two stanzas, it describes the physical of the country using imagery. In the third stanza, he shows more a spiritual and mental aspect of it: her heart, eternal mind, English heaven... Using personification. The poem is showing how proud Rupert Brooke was to die for England.

paragraph on the sentry

"O sir, my eyes — I'm blind — I'm blind, I'm blind!”. The sentry is an important poem for many reasons. It highlights all the reactions to Bombing and the feeling they had when they had to leave people behind. War is a brutal nightmare. Wilfred Owen uses imagery so you could experience what happened during the war when the English were in the German trenchs and got bombed.  He uses words like terrible, horrific and ghastly, he also uses alliteration, onomatopoeia and metaphors to truly show you what happened. Wilfred Owen explained the experiences by using other people’s experiences he added many people talking to his poem. In the poem the sentry Wilfred Owen uses different techniques to help you feel the experiences of Getting bombed  that occurred during the war.  

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The effect

8. The Effect

‘HE’D never seen so many dead before.’
They sprawled in yellow daylight while he swore
And gasped and lugged his everlasting load
Of bombs along what once had been a road.
‘How peaceful are the dead.’	5
Who put that silly gag in some one’s head?
‘He’d never seen so many dead before.’
The lilting words danced up and down his brain,
While corpses jumped and capered in the rain.
No, no; he wouldn’t count them any more...	10
The dead have done with pain:
They’ve choked; they can’t come back to life again.
When Dick was killed last week he looked like that,
Flapping along the fire-step like a fish,
After the blazing crump had knocked him flat...	15
‘How many dead? As many as ever you wish.
Don’t count ’em; they’re too many.
Who’ll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny?’