QUESTION POEM
What are curel? a poisonous snake looking for his prey, a gunshot to the face a fake friend.
What are cold? The Antarctic ocean, a snowman’s heart.
What are hot a desat the sun a hot pepper.
What are sweet?a big cake , sweets and ice cream.
I want to paint a…
me and my dog in the park and
playing fetch.
Lamborghini in silver,sapphire and gold zooming down the motorway
Mc Donald’s smell a cheese burger.
I stumbled across the crumbling path, raising eyes to block the blinding rays of light cascading down from the sun. By the time I reached the top, the rays of sunlight had leaked out out of the sky and was replaced by a silvery mist obscuring the scenic view. Glistening stars were specked across the inky canvas The dark cover was perfect for what I was about to do. I pulled from my pocket a hardened black rock the colour of charcoal and set down carefully on the dusty ground. Then I waited. After a while, I spotted a vague shape, the reason for my visit. Difficult to see but unmistakably a misty black, the Shadow dragon…
Tom enthusiastically rushed into the woods and pounced on the tree stump where they had decided to meet at 12 sharp. He decided to climb some trees while he was waiting but after five minutes she still hadn’t come. He climbed for a little bit longer before starting to find her in the dense of the woods. “Hello, anyone there ! ” ” Are you there, Sapphire ?”
“Tom, is that you ?” whispered Sapphire,while she reluctantly tiptoed over to the voice.She found Tom and followed him to the abandoned circus. “Are you sure this is safe ?” Sapphire said ” My nerves have overcome me . ”
” Come on scaredy-cat, we don’t have to do it if you are to scared. ” scoffed Tom.
” No , I will do it ” Sapphire said in embarrassment .
Sapphire frantically opened the cage with a bunch of doubt and fear holding her down like a paper weight but unexpectedly to see there was no bear found. “See there is no bear , come on let’s go ”
Suddenly a bear leaped behind her, growling at the frightened child. Sapphire screamed in terror as the bear pounced at her. Could she survive ? Suddenly , her balance broke and she fell, falling down the waterfall which was rumored to be bottomless. Sapphire looked up to the high ground and closed her eyes, falling into the eternal darkness.
Snow falls on the ground,
like a blanket around Earth,
clear white everywhere.
Cup of hot chocolate,
ready for someone to drink,
after a long day.
Christmas tree ready
and the tasty turkey too,
celebration time.
Leaves parachuting ,
Leaving the tree in despair,
The tree’s shield is gone.
Sad and lonely, the ancient , rusty bike leans against the fence , his only friend.
The wheels are elegant spinning machines but working no more.
The saddle brings memories when a person had owned the bike racing and rushing down hills.
The rapid pedals were once the movement, the thing which powered the speed but now it rusts away.
The brakes give warm memories , where you fell but came back up,where you pressed very strongly and where you protected yourself from a fall.
The handlebars are the control of the bike , where the bike went , travelling through woods and cities , but now it hasn’t been used, without the sweaty grip of hands, it goes into a life of lone.
I look at you and I think about the times we raced together , rushing at full speed , where we always went to that favourite Chipstead Hill which I like, with the wind rushing over me.
I look at you and I think you may have wasted away, you may be all filthy and you may not be shiny anymore, but you are a bike and you always will be.
You are a shiny star sparkling in the night sky.
You are a small ant but equal in courage.
You are a bright red strawberry but not embarrassed in what you do in life.
You are Mount Everest towering over your fellow mountains.
You are a brave warrior stuck in a cage of flames hopelessly waiting for life to end.
You are the taste of victory but the smell of defeat.
You are boredness waiting for a sunny day of enjoyment.
You are the Earth holding up the world.
You are the taste of bitterness secretly eating sugar- full sweets.
You are the smell of perfume but the stink of dirt.
You are the memory of World War 2 finally surrendering to life.
You are the distance of a happy birthday boy and a sad man who just got fired from his job.
You are the number 8 , having a lucky life.
You are the month August , bringing warmth in every word you say.
You are the planet Jupiter , your heart as cold as stone.
You are you.
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