You are a star that shines bright in the night,
You are a bright light that shines in my life,
You are a flower that makes me feel alive,
You are a HERO that shields me in life,
YOU ARE A SPECIAL JEWEL IN MY LIFE!
“You are”
You are a marvellous mum, because you are like a generous god.
You are a beautiful ball, because you are like a beach ball.
You are a clever cat, because you are claiming carefully.
You are a super star, because you are a brilliant boy.
You are a sneaky spider, because your senses slither.
You are an amazing actor, because you are a perfect person.
You are a terrific tiger, because you have an eagle eye.
You are a slithering snake, because you are not a slow snail.
You are poem
You are a flower in a garden.
You are a brown horse in a field.
You are a zebra that lines in a zoo.
You are a star in the sky.
You are a soft peach and a planet.
You are a Safire which is a shiny blue jam.
You are a creamy cake in a shop.
You are a lion and jaguar in a jungle.
You are a humpback whale in a blue sea.
You are a fire which is a fire truck.
You are a jolly jug which is a teapot.
The angel of the dark
The angel of the dark.
Dancing and prancing around.
Looking down on us.
Dancing and prancing around.
Singing with joy.
Dancing and prancing around.
She hears a cats meow and children playing.
Dancing and prancing around.
She sees a beautiful, bright sun.
Dancing and prancing around.
Singing “The angel of the dark.”
The bicycle
The bicycle
The bicycle has had its time. Lonely and mysterious. The headlights had done their jobs and now faded . The seat is all beaten and torn.. The handle bars are now wobbly and waiting for a early morning ride ..
The rusted bike
The pedals creak ,
against the old ,broken tree.
Its handles burnt in the hot weather ,
your hands are hurt when you touch the metal .
The rubber wheel rubs against the grass ,
Peices of the rubber fly off whilest you ride it .
The paintwork peels off ,
like dry skin .
The oily chains rubs against your legs ,
whilest the oil drips off and the chains break .
The ghost bike
Floating through the building evaporating every wall.
Squashing onto the dirty floor hammering the pipes in the ground.
Flying through space cracking every star.
The rusty bike
The old bike leaned
against the ancient tree
sitting patiently
waiting to be cleaned.
The rusty spokes sat
waiting to spin
framed by tyres
which we’re worn and flat.
The bent seat
peeled every minute
being strangled by lush veins
and has no heat.
The cracked handlebar
like a broken bone emerging from the flesh
that hanged off like nothing
that didn’t go very far.
The rusted bike
The pedals creak,
against the old, broken tree.
Its handles burnt in the hot weather,
your hands are hurt when you touch the metal.
The rubber wheel rubs against the grass,
Pieces of the rubber fly off whilst you ride it .
The paintwork peels off,
like dry skin.
The oily chains rubs against your legs,
whilst the oil drips off and the chains break.
The elephant by Natasha
The elephant
The elephant strides to his food.
It’s tusks are sharp as daggers,
eyes scrunched up like a Frenchies face.
His ears dangle down,
like Dumbo flying.
His tail is cleaning the grasses,
as it goes back and forth.
It’s trunk swung side to side,
like it’s collecting the free grass for his lunch.
His leg’s are as baggy,
as my extremely long hair,
when I get out of the shower.
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