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You are . . .

You are. 

 

You are a midnight black 

 snow-speckled wolf, 

sunset-coloured eyes flashing 

dangerously, like a wildfire. 

 

You are September, 

Casting your magic  

On the withered trees, 

Snatching the desperate leaves 

From their aging branches. 

 

You are a snow leopard. 

Patterned, silver coat shimmering, 

Grey, stormy eyes wise and alert. 

 

You are the memory of a birthday. 

Balloons, banners, tinsel, 

All still flashing by, 

As though not a day has passed. 

 

You are a squeaky, dishevelled dog toy, 

Once smiling face 

 lopsided and wet, 

Tail flat and ashamed. 

 

You are the impossibility of a ghost, 

Barely there but hanging on, 

Last droplets of life clutching 

 to the gnarled, transparent skin. 

 

You are a broken chair, 

Chipped and unwanted, 

A lonely leg abandoned in the  

Middle of the room. 

 

You are a melancholy, shrivelled plant, 

Once beautiful, magenta petals now crumpled 

Like a scrunched clump of used paper and 

Bent, prickly twigs snapped and broken. 

 

You are a palm tree, 

Towering, grass-green leaves, 

Looming, high above, 

Not even glancing at the other trees. 

They are inferior to your healthy green branches. 

 

You are the anger of a volcano, 

Sucking up all the energy that you can, 

Preparing to breath your curse on all 

The miniature houses below, 

Your devious brain erupting your anger, 

Letting your rage known to everyone…everything. 

 

You are the anxiety of a distressed cow, 

Determinedly attempting to escape the 

World…to escape this poem… to escape space…to escape life…. 

I will never- by Bella

I will never steal the crown jewels,
but I have stolen chocolate.

I will never meet a murderer,
but I have met my Grandma.

I will never eat a fried egg,
but I have ate a fried egg haribo.

I will never drink alchohol,
but I have drank lemonade.

I will never jump of a cliff,
but I have jumped off a diving board.

I will never climb Mount Everest,
climbed Glastonbury tor.

I will never swim in a fish tank,
but I have swam in the sea.

I will never support Liverpool,
but I have and I am supporting Everton.

I will never wake up at midnight,
but I have woke up at noon.

I will never stop creating poems,
but I have finished this one.

Save Christmas!

Are you the finest, strongest elf in town? Do you want to show off all your skills? Then you must volunteer to rid the grinch dragon’s powers that are ruining Christmas! You will be provided with all the weapons you need to take its powers. Also, this is an amazing opportunity to get into the record books for it will be remembered throughout elf Britain history! In addition to that, you will gain 100,000,00 elf chocolate coins which you will not need to waste on a castle because you will be gifted with the famous Elfonian castle. You will also get life long protection from black elves!  Make the right choice and let christmas return! Be the hero!

In the mirror I saw a

Inside the mirror I saw

A sly cat moving along the dark alley creeping for food

A bright red robin lying against the limy bush

An grey elephant stomping towards me

An zebra lying down on the soft green floor

A camel light yellow drinking out a light blue river

Bella

Bella gazed around the room in horror. There was a colossal spiders web covering every corner of the dark, creepy room. It was a cold Autumn night, and Bella had been taking refuge in an abandoned mansion, or so she thought. Out of the blue, a corner of the spiders web moved which led to the other corner, which eventually led to the middle. Bella let out a silent scream. She wanted to run, but she found that her legs were glued to the spot, she was paralyzed with fear…

Bella- The nerdy kid and the cool kid

Just as Mrs Hatt  was getting to the good bit in our book, Joxan burst in and said hi to her in a smirkish tone. People often wander how I put up with Joxan being my friend. After he came in, the book was never the same for he kept throwing paper aeoropanes at Mrs Hatt,

At breaktime he came over to me and explained how he was bunking off he said it was cool, I said it was not cool.

“Stop being such a goody-two-shoes!” he said a little louder so everbody could hear. Instantly, the whole school broke into a chant shouting:

“GOODY-TWO-SHOES, GOODY-TWO-SHOES!” The words stung my ears . Maybe people were right maybe I shoudn’t put up with Joxan. For some reason, I felt like crying and Joxan obviously saw.

“Geese Amir, I was just joking” cried Joxan harshly.

“Yeah well sometimes it hurts!” I shouted, finally finding some strength…

The mysterious monster!

The shocked twins stared in horror, as a dark figure emerged from the water engulfed in seaweed. Every step, or rather slither, it took was creating a long carpet of seaweed behind it. Without thinking, the children immediately started running away but the monster reached out a slimy, salty tentacle and grabbed Bella and Amber by the shirts! The monster pulled them back vigorously and threw them into the lake; Bella and Amber were screaming and splashing about, but the monster was swimming towards them leaving seaweed behind: uncovering it until they realised it was someone they knew, someone very close to them, it was…

My poem of abstract nouns.

My poem of abstract nouns

You are the happiness                                                                                                                                                           that fills our world.

You are the sadness                                                                                                                                                               at the bottom of the deep,                                                                                                                                                   blue sea.

You are the hope                                                                                                                                                                    waiting at the side of the street.

You are the anger                                                                                                                                                                   in the red, hot core of the Earth.

You are the politeness                                                                                                                                                           up in the white, fluffy                                                                                                                                                           clouds near heaven.

You are the guilt                                                                                                                                                                     that’s chopping down                                                                                                                                                           our wonderful trees.

You are the passion                                                                                                                                                               of a tap dancer;                                                                                                                                                                      loud but quiet.

You are the jealousness                                                                                                                                                          in the devil’s eyes.

You are the thankfulness                                                                                                                                                       of an apple                                                                                                                                                                               when it is picked from a tree.

You are the hatred                                                                                                                                                                 of a glass                                                                                                                                                                                 being smashed.

You are the trust                                                                                                                                                                     that lies deep within                                                                                                                                                             a giant’s heart.

You are the love                                                                                                                                                                       that makes you feel                                                                                                                                                               like you belong.

You are the loneliness                                                                                                                                                           of a lost glove                                                                                                                                                                        lying on top of a bench.

You are the rudeness                                                                                                                                                             that flows towards an                                                                                                                                                           innocent person.

You are the kindness                                                                                                                                                             of a smile                                                                                                                                                                                 you shown to a stranger.

You are the inquisitiveness                                                                                                                                                  of a newborn puppy.

You are the creativity                                                                                                                                                            of writing a poem.

You are the end.