Devina Anjani Salsabila Benyamin Achmad Umar

The river rushes, a wild dance of flow, As I leap from stone to stone, heart aglow. Each splash sends ripples, a thrill in the air, My feet pound the earth, a rhythmic affair. The wind tugs at my clothes, urging me to run, Like a playful child chasing the setting sun. Branches sway above, whispering secrets untold, While my spirit soars high, fearless and bold. With every heartbeat, I feel the world spin, In this vibrant ballet, where adventure begins.

The sun drips honey on my eager tongue, As ripe peaches burst, sweet nectar flung. A sip of lemonade, tart and bright, Dances like sunshine on a lazy night. The crunch of fresh cucumbers, cool and crisp, Each bite a whisper, a summer’s lisp. Juicy strawberries stain my fingertips red, Their sweetness lingers long after they’re fed. The warmth of cornbread, golden and warm, Wraps around me like a comforting charm.

The air is thick with the scent of crisp leaves, As nature exhales, and the earth gently weaves. Pumpkin spice dances on the cool, brisk breeze, A warm embrace wrapped in memories that please. Woodsmoke curls upward, a cozy delight, Whispers of bonfires that flicker at night. Apples hang heavy, their sweetness divine, Each bite a burst of harvest, a taste of sunshine. Muffled aromas of cinnamon swirl, In this fragrant tapestry, autumn unfurls.

The moon hums softly, a lullaby’s tune, While crickets chirp secrets beneath the silver moon. The wind whispers gently through the swaying trees, Like a lover’s breath carried on the evening breeze. A distant owl hoots, wise and profound, Its call reverberates in the stillness around. The river gurgles, a playful, bubbling song, As night wraps the world in its velvet throng. Stars twinkle like laughter in the vast, dark sea, In this symphony of night, my spirit roams free.

  The forest whispers secrets to my soul, Like ancient tales told by an old oak’s role. The leaves rustle softly, like lovers’ sigh, As sunbeams weave their way through branches high. A river flows beneath my feet, Its waters shimmering like diamonds neat. Mountains stand watchful, guarding dreams untold, Their peaks kissed by dawn’s golden glow bold. In this tapestry woven from earth and sky, Each thread tells stories where imagination flies.

The morning dew kisses my bare feet, Each drop a cool whisper, soft and sweet. The sun’s warm embrace wraps around my skin, Like a gentle hug, inviting me in. Rough bark presses against my palm, Its texture a story, ancient and calm. Silk petals brush against my cheek, Delicate whispers that make me weak. The sand slips through my fingers like time, In this tactile dance, everything feels sublime.

 Names : 1. Bryan Pragita (1612100100)               2. Devina Anjani Salsabila (1612300048)               3. Adelia Karamoy (1612300059) Subject : Poetry (A) “IMAGERY” Imagery refers to the use of descriptive and figurative language to create vivid mental pictures and sensory experiences for the reader. Through imagery, writers evoke the senses—sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell—allowing readers to visualize scenes, feel emotions, and immerse themselves in the narrative. By appealing to the imagination, imagery enhances the depth and emotional impact of the story. It can be symbolic, emphasizing themes, setting tone, and character development. Effective imagery often uses metaphors, similes, and detailed descriptions to convey the environment and mood, drawing readers deeper into the text. Imagery is a style of language used to describe something in detail so that readers can imagine or feel it through the...