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Mysterious Doors

Mysterious Doors

In the room of torture,
people suffer for eternity.

In the room of doors,
is a maze of rooms leading you to more
until you find the end.

In the room of chat,
people talk to each other until every one
wanted to stop.

In the room of math,
people only did bus stop
for there hole life.

In the room of luxury,
people nibbled exotic fruit for lunch and dinner
whilst living in an famous house.

In the room of trees,
all types of colour trees come out of the ground to
spread their leaves.

In the room of school,
every building is a school.

Finally, in the room of beds
the beds are as comfortable as a cat and a dog
with a pillow as soft as a birds feather
or a soft toy.

In the room of… By Ralph

In the rooms. In the room of fireworks,

I stared at colour explode into the black sky.

In the room of trees, leaves fluttered like swallows.

In the room of bad brothers I spied them fight each other.

In the room of sacred snakes,

I observed them sliver suspiciously into holes.

In the room of fantastic fruit,

colour exploded every where like fireworks.

In the room of amazing animals,

I gazed at antelope race for their life against hyenas

. In the room of daring circus,

I went from tent to tent watching acrobatic and wild animals.

In the room sheep,

they grazed green grass as well as siting down.

In the room of fantasy,

I watched dragons fly into the sky.

Finally, in the room of colour,

black and white were not allowed.

The Mysterious Doors

The Mysterious Doors

In the room of ideas,
it got full at first sight.

In the room of fluff,
you get to taste the fluff of the wall.

In the room of light,
you can taste the sun.

In the room of planets,
you can touch the sun.

In the room of water,
you turn into a mermaid.

In the room of dark,
no light will ever enter.

In the room of danger,
there are stones as sharp as knifes.

And finally, in the room of disappearance,
you don’t come back.

unknown rooms poem

In the room of xxx In the room of remembrance, my heart, scalded with sadness.

In the room of time, I waited and waited but it didn’t happen.

In the room of hunger, greed, endless greed.

In the room of confusion, minds, fooled by trickery.

In the room of shadows, creatures roam the night, shrouding minds with fear.

In the room of stars, I gaze up at astral wonders.

In the room of freedom, I bound over fields of green, happiness flooding the room.

In the room of riddles, puzzles with no solution.

In the room of mountains, I climb peaks with ease.

Finally, in the room of rivers, the flow of magic, never obstructed.

Mysterious Rooms

Mysterious rooms

In the room of beautiful books,
Thoughts bombed my head like the sounds in WW2.

In the room of happiness,
I drew a rainbow.

In the room of shiny snow,
snowflakes shaped in the sky.

In the room of naughty nightmares,
I covered myself in looming darkness under my duvet, never to be seen.

In the room of movies,
the big screen addressed itself to the audience.

In the room of dramatic thunder storms,
the rain sat on my umbrella, waiting for the lighting too!

In the room of fantastic fire,
I made a warm cup of tea.

In the room of scared secrets,
sat stolen surprises, ready to be releveled.

In the room of fizzing fireworks,
I jumped up to try to retrieve them .

In the room of terrific trees,
birds came flying in to make a safe nest.

Finally, the room of magic,
stood guarding showing off.

Wonders-Chloe SWW

Wonders

In the room of the secretive sun,
gold heat circled my body.

In the room of the mysterious moon,
100 silver faces wailed sadly into the sky, their cold breath misty, and foggy.

In the room of settling stars,
pearls rolled down black hills of emptiness, like a blur of twinkling lights.

In the room of glass,
mirrors lay shattered, strewn into the night.

In the room of floating thoughts,
Ghosts of words hovered eerily above a whirling abyss.

In the room of time,
Clocks of every kind ticked, watching the seconds on the infinite waiting list.

In the room of freezing frost,
Icy blue layers coated houses and chairs.

In the room of life,
Colours burst, and the gold sun beamed.

In the room of death,
Black filled the room.
A single coffin lay still.
All was gone.

Magical Poems

Magical poems

In the room of nature,
leaves were flowing, flowers were growing.

In the room of snakes,
snakes slithered on the wet grassy ground.

In the room of ocean,
barely able to breath, water covered my face.

In the room of fruit,
fireworks, the shape of fruit, blasted into the night sky.

In the room of animals,
I sat and watched the lions in their cage.

In the room of happiness,
seeing everybody’s happy faces lit everything up.

In the room of pencils,
as I spoke the pencils wrote what I had said.

The Beautiful Wonders.

The Beautiful Wonders

In the room of Wonders,
I walked across the flowers blooming brighter than ever.

In the room of clouds
massive, beautiful clouds hid the dark secrets laying inside.

In the room of colour
the magic of the rainbow sat beside me.

In the room of brains,
answers of any question took my sighting.

In the room of tea
tea bags and boxes of kettle filled my eyes with joy.

In the room of teaching,
teachers lined up one by one to chose their classes.

In the room of technology,
I walked passed lots of iPads, phones, laptops and many more that made me smile.

In the room of history
lots of historical people from a long time ago filled the room.

In the room of laughs
my ears screamed and begged it to stop.

In the room of sadness
people kept crying and filling the room with wet tissue.

In the room of reality Isabella SWW

In the room of reality

In the room of history, superior ancestors watched
you from the gold-rimmed portraits on the ugly
brown wallpaper, like eagles eyeing their prey
from high in the sapphire sky.​

In the room of opposites, quiet children watched
as the teacher demonstrated a toad, lying lazily on
the ragged rocks eating flies.

In the room of shapes, turquoise triangles morphed into
sapphire, superior squares, frowning at the ruby, rather round
circles.

In the room of worries, the fear of celebrities were whispered
worriedly to the quilts knitted together, as quietly as possible,
where the yarn is made from the tears they cried.

In the room of readiness, sumo wrestlers charged at each other
with the force of a train, whilst birds, startled by the neighbour’s
cat went into automatic flight mode, like a bolt from a plasma
ball.

I stood in the room of wonder, gazing up at the doors with
flowy gold writing appearing in front of the oaken doors.

I stood in the room of loneliness, grey thunder clouds appear
as the world gets shadier and shadier.

I stood in the room of sage, where vases where filled with
sticks of sage, to bring calamity to an end and calmness to take
over. Like a lullaby for a restless baby.

I stood in the room of victory, beaming at the gold-plated medals
on the hollow wall. This was as rewarding as being your teacher’s
favourite.

I stood in the room of ambition, photographs of celebrities
who have the dream job I hope to achieve.