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Colour door poem

Go and open the blue door

maybe there are dragons 

staring at you with their emerald eyes.

 

Go and open the red door

maybe there are devils 

staring at you with their beady eyes.

Go and open the black door

maybe there are Rottweilers

Staring at you with sad, brown eyes.

Go and open the green door

Maybe there is a sea foam snake

Staring at you with its chilling snakes.

I want to paint

I want to paint 

 

I want to paint a titanoboa sneekly slithering  through a swamp waiting to catch its prey. 

I want to paint the sound of a police car wheezing down the A272 trying to catch a thief.

I want to paint the sound of silence that you could hear for miles and miles. 

I want to paint the pain of laughter when your friend tells you a joke 

I want to paint the end of this poem. 

 

Winter

Blinding snow falls like a hurricane.

The taste of hot chocolate in my mouth warms up my body.

A white blanket covers the world.
I can feel snow dripping delightfully on my head.
The cold frosty air sores through the night sky.

You are poem

You are an abandoned bike that leans against a lonely tree 

You are an abounded bike that is begging to be ridden 

You are an abandoned bike with the wheels off

You are a bike with a rusty seat

You are a bike with rusty wheels

You are a bike broken headlight

You are a bike with a garden ornament 

You are a bike with broken handle bars

You are a bike leaning against the tree with a spider web on.

You are like a bike that has stopped moving

You are poem

You are like a fluffy pillow that protects me while I sleep

You are like a cloud that Is made out of cotton candy 

You are like a fire that Is hotter than the sun

You are like a golden crystal that is brighter than a fire

You are like a Rottweiler charging down the street

you are a…. By Harley

You are a lonely boat lost in the high seas waiting for some one to help you to find land.

you are a book sat waiting to be read on a high book shelf.

You are a hoody sat in a dark gloomy wardrobe waiting to be worn.

You are a light waiting to be turned on in the dark.