Mouth & Smile Metaphors, Analogies and Similes
Mouth & Smile
The guy's long teeth stuck out like bayonets in an ambush.
The tramp's teeth leaned this way and that like terrace houses that prop each other up after a bomb explosion.
There's daggers in men's smiles.
A nervously forced smile, like a cancer patient to a doctor's joke.
His mouth had the coldly forbidding look of a closed door of a subway express when you have just missed the train.
Angelina Jolie's lips are so big she could whisper in her own ear.
Lips like a close pair of fat slugs.
Her smile was as faint as a fat lady at a fireman's ball.
His rictus smile was as stiff as frozen fish.
Julia's smile is so wide it's like a Yamaha keyboard.
She had a single indented tooth like a sticking piano key.
The salesman's mouth was as wide and tenacious as a pit bull terrier.
A smile that revealed too much pink wildness.
A subtle smirk measured with Planck's constant.
The plastic smile people wear when suppressing a scream.
He frowns with exaggeration while his eyebrows do synchronized press-ups.
His mouth was used as a latrine by a small creature of the night, and finally as its mausoleum.
She's a stick with a gob like a mean letterbox.
Net curtains that puckered in and out like the lips of a toothless old man sleeping.
A mouth drawn in like a miser's purse
As nauseating as watching someone eat with an open mouth.
I stare at the camera's pulsating red self-timer light, and feel my smile fading like a newsreader being counted in.
Your smile makes you look like you're recovering from a stroke.
The begrudging smiles that Roman gladiators gave the Emperor before starting the fight to the death.
His smile was all wrong, like seeing pieces of your safari guide's clothes wedged into a lion's teeth.
The right honourable gentleman's smile is like the silver fittings on a coffin.
His smile was more of a grimace that a toad makes when trying to shallow too big an insect.
A smile so faint it could be one of the three versions of the Mona Lisa are underneath the visible one.
A flickering smile like a torch with a failing battery.
His mouth steamed out heat like the very vent of Hell.
Smiling benignly like a vicar at a prize-giving ceremony.
The VAT tax inspector smiled like a child who knows precisely where in the flower bed he has buried his father's wallet.
She's a waxwork with two settings: the frozen stare and the fixed smile.
His mouth was annoyingly open, as though a zoo animal inviting buns, especially when any young ladies where present.
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