"Drops of Jupiter" by the group Train is a excellent example of a poetic song. The lyrics laden with poetic devices. First off the entire song is an Ode because he is singing the song in tribute to his mother who is dead. Other examples include: Four Similes at the start of the song, "She acts like summer and walks like rain/ She listens like spring and she talks like June." These similes are more of the metaphysical nature. In the chorus Personification is used slightly: "Did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar." Through out the entire song there is strong use of both Repetition and Alliteration.

Drops of Jupiter- Train

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

But tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey, hey
mmmm.....
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey, hey, hey
yea...

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself

nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah

And did you fall for a shooting star
Fall for a shooting star

nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah

Are you lonely looking for yourself out there

In the silence as we sat across from each other, I began to study him. His face was perched between his wrinkled hands; one a fist and the other holding a cigarette, its sharp smell distracting my nose. The placement of his hands made his cheeks into small little orbs, sitting on either side of his mouth. His graying moustache sat on top of his lip, like a blanket, warm and comforting He had on the smallest of smirks; causing a crease to form just above his chin amongst the sparse whiskers of gray, that covered his face. Wrinkles and crows feet lay all over the canvas of his face, making it look like a weathered piece of paper, that had survived the elements and the ages. His eyes, they were the most unforgettable. At first glance they are ordinary and dull. But when you take a look at them closely; sunken into his face, surrounded by wrinkles and shaded by two, non-existent eyebrows, his eyes are the sky and the ocean coming together, paired with all the wisdom of the world

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