An alliteration poem is when words that are close together start with the same letter or sound. It’s a bit of a musical tune made by your tongue!
Poets use alliteration to add a musical quality to their words. It makes the poem sound more interesting. It makes a poem more memorable, engaging, and interesting.
An alliteration poem is like going on a letter adventure. You pick a letter, and all the words in your poem containing that letter start playing together.
It’s like a friendly reminder because the repeated sounds help you remember the words easily. The words are like buddies having a joyful adventure together!
In this poetry collection, we have collected some examples of alliteration poems. Let’s read them and enjoy.
Silly Sally
By Audrey Wood
“Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep.
The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed
shilly-shallied south.
These sheep shouldn’t sleep in a shack;
sheep should sleep in a shed.”
Eat Wisely
By Alan Loren
“Franks and fries, and French fondue
Beans and burgers and biscuits too
Chicken, chili, and cheddar cheese
When I munch too much, I always sneeze!”
The Football Game
By Alan Loren
“Blitz and blocking, bump –and-run
Drive and drop kick, the other team’s done
End zone, end line, ebb and flow
Snap, sack, scrambling, I love it so
Football is fun and fabulous too
Let’s go to the stadium, just me and you.”
She Sells Seashells
Terry Sullivan
“She sells seashells by the seashore,
The shells she sells are seashells, I’m sure.
So if she sells seashells on the seashore,
Then I’m sure she sells seashore shells.”
Betty Botter’s Butter
By Mother Goose
“Betty Botter bought some butter,
But, she said, this butter’s bitter;
If I put it in my batter,
It will make my batter bitter,
But a bit of better butter,
That would make my batter better.”
Peter Piper —
By Unknown
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?”
Spinning Dry
If I had a choice, when it’s time to get clean
I’d like to jump into our washing machine
for sudsing and soaking and rolling and churning
and bobbing and bubbling and twisting and turning.
Next come my chance to feel just like a flyer
as I get to hop out and spin in the dryer.
I’d roll all around with a fluttering flopping,
just floating and turning with no thought of stopping.
It sounds like such fun, this incredible fling,
that I wouldn’t mind if I got static cling.
Slithery, Slidery, Scaly Old Snake
By Denise Rodgers
Slithery, slidery, scaly old snake,
surely your body must be a mistake.
Your eyes, mouth and tongue wisely stay on your head.
It seems that your body is all tail instead.
You gobble your dinner, you swallow it whole —
a mouse or a frog or a turtle or mole.
Ugh!
Why don’ you eat ice cream or chocolatey cake!
Oh slithery, slidery, scaly old snake.
I Saw An Ol’ Gnome
By Shel Silverstein
“I saw an ol’ gnome
Take a gknock at a gnat
Who was gnibbling the gnose of his gnu?
I said, ‘Gnasty gnome,
Gnow, stop doing that.
That gnat ain’t done gnothing to you.’
He gnodded his gnarled ol’ head and said,
“‘Til gnow I gnevergnew
That gknocking a gnat
In the gnoodle like that
Was gnot a gnice thing to do.”
Lighthouse
By Denise Rodgers
There once was a man who was scared of the dark.
So he went off to live all alone in a park
by the side of the shore, at the edge of the lake,
and his family was sure he had made a mistake.
For with no city near, it would give him a fright
to have only the stars and the moon for his light.
But what they didn’t know (and they should have looked deeper),
his job (what a job!) was the new lighthouse keeper.
As soon as the sun looked as if it might set,
he would follow his cue — that it was time to get
up the stairs of the lighthouse to light up the sky.
His relatives learned of his work, by and by.
And they’d come by to visit, but only at night
when he’d climb up the steps, several stories in height.
He would light up the sky, for the ships out so far,
brightly shining the way, like a fiery star.
The light was his light, and was his light to keep.
(And all through the day it was his time to sleep.)
This is all about the Alliteration Poem.