Scholarly Conclusion

The children in my school, my students, learn the figures of speech and repeat them each time they learn another poem. So, during class, my mind came up with this. 

I’m a scholar
And I was taught to grasp
The figures in your speech.

I tremble at the hyperboles
Used just to persuade,
I taste the sweet epithets
Uttered to impress.

Litotes you use just right
To shrink me in size.
You paint in oxymorons
Deliberately, to confuse.

Synesthesia in your voice
Sounds like a warm breeze.
Cruel voice, the softest murmur
Onomatopoeic and personified.

But I’m a scholar and I know
That words are everything,
But also nothing,
Nothing at all.