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Strawberries,school,park

I want to paint-

The taste of glazed, velvet strawberries entering my mouth,

Strawberry juice trickling down my oesophagus as I swallow it.

 

I want to paint-

The memory of me and my Grandpa playing in the busy, Saturday afternoon park

As people come and go, children laughing and playing and happily saying “Weee!”.

 

I want to paint-

The sound of children playing and jostling on the playground,

shouting and gossiping as the teacher blows the whistle.

 

I want to paint-

The distance between the start and the end of this poem.

I Want To Paint The Distance

I want to paint the distance

 

I want to paint a bulldog barking at a *********** squirrel running across Mr Peter’s fence,

The taste of a glistening, maroon cherry falling off a tree, hanging on for it’s life,

The smell of freshly fallen rain, giving life to the weeds between the cracks,

The memory of my great gran Nancy rubbing her bony hands together, trying to make them warm,

The sound of koalas crying copiously like a baby with no milk.

 

I want to paint the distance between the beginning and end of this poem.

I want to paint

I want to paint
I want to paint the smell of growing sunflowers in the shiny, glowing sun
I want to paint the sound of pine trees swaying in the heavy rainfall.
I want to paint the sound of someone cutting the grass as slow as a snail.
I want to paint the most beautiful rock waterfall ever.
Verse 2
I want to paint the feel of the loud, crunchy snow underneath my snow boots.
I want to paint the sound of hail landing on my window.
I want the sound of thunder storming in the early morning sky.
I want to psint the heavy, hillside rain on the roof of my house
Verse 3
I want to paint the flowers blooming in the warm spring.
I want to paint the sun gleaming on the stone pathway.
I want to paint maple leaves falling from the autumn trees.
I want to paint the snow falling over the pine trees and hills

Peggy’s Poem

Peggy’s Poem

I want to paint the angary thunder storms streaks of lightening in the deep blue night sky. I want to paint the lights beaming at Blackpool and watch as that glitter and twinkle like the sun. I want to paint the twinkling ,booming fire works explodeing in the dark night sky.

i want to paint

I want to paint a scary spooky pumpkin with blood with blood on it and ghost flying around it.
I want to paint a cute adorable house with unicorns flying around it.
I want to paint a field with cute small bunnies on it
I Want paint a magic sparkly magical circus
I want to paint a cute little bunny holding flowers
I want to paint a cute cactus in a hot shiny desert
I want to paint red colourful flowers that smells like strawberry
I want to paint a cute adorable pug running around the field
I want to paint my ginger cat trying to catch a mouse with cheese in its hand
I want to paint a table with lots of yummy food
I want to paint me and my brother running on the clean washy grass playing tig

Driving down the Rivera

 

I want to paint-a v12 golden roaring Lamborghini Hurricane racing down the road like a jaguar sprinting. As the Lamborghini is driving into the orange sunset ,down the Italian Rivera.

VROOM!

VROOM!

I want to paint-the taste of ,sizzling pizza in my mouth ,tickling at my taste buds as the                            taste is seeping down my mouth as I taste all the goods.  I want to paint-a curry house with yummy chicken tikka as hot as a burning bomb fire and as than ever.

I want to paint-a doughnut shop selling the beast ever doughnuts with double whipped cream and chocolate on top down the Rivera.

Cotton Candy

I want to paint the smell of soft clouds hanging in the bright blue sky,

I want to paint the memory of stars majestically hovering over the sleeping world,

I want to paint the strong sweetness of cotton candy melting on the tip of my tongue,

I want to paint the impossibility of  a unicorn gracefully leaping over a mountain in the winter sun,

The start of journey!

I want to paint the taste of sweet smelling Cadbury’s milk chocolate fountain oozing down the three metal tiers as I take a chomp into a scarlet strawberry,

I want to paint the sound of bonfires crackling in the crisp November night, and the sound of fireworks frantically soaring higher and higher into the sky,

I want to paint the smell of acrid smoke seeping through my mum’s window and the motes of dust ominously scattering around,

I want to paint the distance between the start of a journey and the end of a life time,

I want to paint the impossibility of a clueless cow strolling on top of a rainbow and eating luscious, green grass at the same time,

I want to paint the memory of the first and the last time the clever Chinese cautiously placed a black brick as dark as a mine shaft on The Great Wall of China.

sweet sugar

I want to paint my two-year-old brother playing with his favourite pale teddy,

I want to paint the taste of scarlet strawberries sitting in the dish, sprinkled with sweet sugar.

I to paint the smell of delicious bacon sizzling in the hot frying pan.

I want to paint the sound the deafening thunder crashing through the dark stormy night sky.

I want to paint the memory of the terrifying star-wars ride that went fast as butter of a hot butter.

I want to paint …………..

I want to paint

 

I want to paint a quiet, quick cheetah rushing through the bushes like Usain Bolt. I want to paint a leaping leopard catching its pray. I want to paint a jumping jaguar, coming out of the trees to get its food like a person bouncing out of a trampoline. I want to paint a hunting hawk waiting for its on a stakeout.

I want to paint the frosty winter leaves hanging from under my house. I want to paint the spring joy that comes from all of our hearts and  warms up the earth. I want to paint the summer sun glistening in the sky, so brightly that it could burn out your eyes. I want to paint the autumn leaves falling from the tall trees and landing on the muddy, flat floor.

I want to paint the breeze, blowing on my face just like the electrical fan. I want to paint the rain falling down from the dark grey clouds. I want to paint the hard, hail falling on to my face! I want to paint the cold snow trickling onto my clothes.