poetic device: Alliteration

Alliteration is not when words start with the same letter but, rather, when the first stressed (or accented) syllable of two nearby words begin with the same consonant sound. This means that there are basically three types of alliterations:

When nearby words start with the same consonants and the same sounds, such as “dancing dogs”, or “big boys.”
When nearby words start with different consonants but the same sounds, such as “cats and kittens” or “jungle gym.”
When nearby words start with different sounds, but have the same sounds at the beginning of their first stressed syllable, such as “normal banana” (which each have an “n” sound on the first stressed syllable) or “regular karate” (which each have an “r” sound on the first stressed syllable).

These poems include alliterations. Some may have just a single alliteration within the poem, while others may include dozens of alliterations.

A Goat Was in a Landfill by Kenn Nesbitt
A Goat in a Landfill
The Monster's Thanksgiving by Kenn Nesbitt
The Monsters’ Thanksgiving
When Sarah Surfs the Internet
Invisible Monsters
I Dressed up as a Dinosaur by Kenn Nesbitt
I Dressed up as a Dinosaur
I'll Never Ride the Waterslide by Kenn Nesbitt
I’ll Never Ride the Waterslide
The Cow on the Hill by Kenn Nesbitt
The Cow on the Hill
The Reason Vance Learned How to Dance by Kenn Nesbitt
The Reason Vance Learned How to Dance
The Noisy Boys from Boise by Kenn Nesbitt
The Noisy Boys from Boise
Ugly Couple
While Lying on the Lawn
Cookies for Santa
I Built a Big Building
When Frankenstein Sat Down to Dine by Kenn Nesbitt
When Frankenstein Sat Down to Dine
The Elephant Repairman by Kenn Nesbitt
The Elephant Repairman
My Dog Lives On the Sofa
The Pirate of Pickletown by Kenn Nesbitt
The Pirate of Pickletown
Our Baseball Team Is Always Last by Kenn Nesbitt
Our Baseball Team Is Always Last
Belinda Bell
Today I Packed My Lunch Myself by Kenn Nesbitt
Today I Packed My Lunch Myself
You’re Not Supposed to Touch Your Face
While Strolling Down the Beach Today
I Got a New Game for My Brother by Kenn Nesbitt
I Got a New Game for My Brother
Please Don't Read this Poem by Kenn Nesbitt
Please Don’t Read This Poem

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