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Winter Feelings

Crisp December morning.
like ice melting
soft snow beneath my feet.

Mince pies taste of melting gravy
sleigh bells ringing in my ear
Fire cracking and sizzling.

Soft gloves on my hand
shivers go down my spine
winter midnight.

What are you?

You are as quiet as the time flowing past us.

You are a number 7 watching over the building like a hawk.

You are the sound of a humming bird singing it’s sweet melody.

You are a sour, green, mean lime.

You are as quick as a stampede of elephants.

You are a rose bush lonely and sad with no roses left.

You are the impossibility of a planned out life.

You are as slow as a Monday at school.

You are the memory of the cheeky little baby trying your best to bite my nose.

You are the smell of the fresh sea water that my mum sprays.

You are the END.

 

The Bicycle

The Bicycle

The bike rests,

an ancient mummy in her tomb.

Its handle bars flap,

like an owl ready to dive for its prey.

The chain rusty,

never to be used again.

A poem full of random words.

You are a dog chasing a cat,

You are a cloud moving in the sunlight,

You are mouse roaming the streets of Italy,

You are a book which was read by a duck,

You are the smile of a happy girl,

You are the noise of people chatting,

You are a ninja moving in the dark

You are Noah building his ark.,

You are a cake feel free to take,

You are a pig getting ready to dig,

You are a cow, mooing in the dust,

You are a little girl with wild curls,

You are a light which is very bright,

You are the never ending end.

A poem full of random words.

You are a dog chasing a cat,

You are a cloud moving in the sunlight,

You are mouse roaming the streets of Italy,

You are a book which was read by a duck,

You are the smile of a happy girl,

You are the noise of people chatting,

You are a ninja moving in the dark

You are Noah building his ark.,

You are a cake feel free to take,

You are a pig getting ready to dig,

You are a cow, mooing in the dust,

You are a little girl with wild curls,

You are a light which is very bright,

You are the never ending end.

forest poem

You are the deer dancing in the enchanted forest.
You are the fox lurking going to strike its pray.
You are the hedgehog joyfully living in its burrow.
You are the squirrel searching for nuts in the brittle leaves.
You are the butterfly flapping your yellow and red wings and looking wherever they takes you.
You are the robin tweeting in the morning.
You are the leaf floating out of a tree in the autumn.
You are the