I want to paint a yellow camo se bike so cal flyer with yellow and black spokes and yellow and black wristbands on the bars.
I want to paint the whole se bike crew wheeling side by side.
I want to paint my dad wheeling a big ripper.
I want to paint me wheeling next to dblocks on my se bike
I want to paint…
A night sky with shooting stars. That fly through the mists of the ghosts presents. I want the painting to reflect on the moment as a core memory.
My painting will be bold, abstract and almost detailed. I want it to have a lot of blue and yellow and a bit of white. I want it to be as the starry night painting.
I want to paint…
A vicious tiger, perched soundlessly on a rock, ready and waiting to pounce down onto an unknowing small mouse nibbling on some cheese,
The sensation of soft, salty sea water splashing past you as you swim along the sun-lit beach,
The smell of a sparking campfire on a cold autumn night after a long day at cub camp.
I want to paint…
The sound of a crisp packet crumpling as it falls to the ground,
The brilliantly vibrant colours as you switch on a gaming console, first thing in the morning,
The loud and wakening CRUNCH as you take a deep bite into a fresh red apple.
I want to paint…
The impossibility of spider’s speed, as it runs everywhere at 20 mph.
The memory of a 0% Covid-19 life
The big blinding light billowing from the sun
I want to paint
By Sam
I want to paint…
I want to paint,
The bright sunlight steaming down.
The distance between the sun and the moon.
The sound of an excited dog after catching a ball.
A shark biting its prey like there’s no tomorrow.
A thriving forest with luscious, mint green leaves.
I want to paint,
The thought of a ladybird flying gracefully.
The distance between maths and home time.
The smell of a roasting chicken on an open fire.
The taste of chocolate after a long day.
I want to paint,
A recreation of a jungle safari.
The memories of watching cartoons.
The excitement a roller-coaster creates.
The thought of summer, as fun as can be.
The impossiblility of perfection
I want to paint the end of this poem
I want to paint
The booming bang of thunder,
The infinite power of god,
My dog’s loving cute eyes looking at me like they were big brown spheres,
I want to paint
The sheer heat of dying embers radiating warmth as if it were a stove,
The beautiful tweet of the high-pitched birds,
The invisible force between magnificent, metal magnets,
The roar of a Ferrari ferociously firing up it’s engine,
I want to paint
The memory of meeting more than six people,
The taste of sweet apple pie,
The sound of crackling fire,
The splash of a drop hitting wavering water,
The taste of spirit-lightening sprite.
I want to paint…
I want to paint a space ship, which can go at the speed of lighting. I want to paint a magical forest, with sparks of light all around. I want to paint a shimmering star, lighting up the night sky. I want to paint a fluffy cloud, in the light blue sky. I want to paint a lilac sunrise, with little sparks all around the trees.
I want to paint…
I want to paint a majestic horse with a long and beautiful main. I want to paint a pitch black room, with sticky cob webs, and deadly spiders. I want to paint a blazing fire, that kills anyone who tries to touch it. I want to paint a melting ice cream, with every drop, the little spark from the sun get brighter.
I want to paint…
I want to paint a bright orange lion’s main, a man trying to tackle the harsh weather of Mount Everest, Neil Armstrong celebrating with his family.
I want to paint a frog catching its dinner, a tesla racing on the high way as fast as a cheetah; a Ferrari parked near the gas station, a man driving through the city his new tesla.
I want to paint Pikachu flashing a bolt of lightning at the speed of light, a baby kitten playing chess like a pro.
I want to paint…
I want to paint a koala snoozing in a green eucalyptus tree.
I want to paint a silky grey dolphin swishing its tail as it leaps upwards.
I want to paint my cats slinking through our wild garden, like ginger, white, black and brown streaks.
I want to paint a baby blue *** flying for the first time.
I want to paint my aunt’s cockapoo sniffing out (and almost eating) our chocolate eggs.
I want to paint a majestic snow leopard stealthily sneaking round the snowy alpines.
I want to paint the fun of bouncing high on a trampoline.
I want to paint the excitement of the school summer fair.
I want to paint the deliciousness of mint-choc-chip ice cream.
I want to paint a beautiful sandy beach with the sea stretching out over the horizon.
I want to paint the memory of Disneyland, with screams coming from various rides as I step into the carriage of big thunder mountain.
I want to paint the excitement of ripping open a parcel on Christmas day.
I want to paint the taste of a fresh juicy watermelon from the moon.
I want to paint the memory of a dying star.
I want to paint a majestic phoenix flying in space.
I want to paint a place where the sun shines blue and the moon glows purple.
I want to paint a world were mythical creatures and animals live together.
I want to paint a galaxy were your dreams come true.
I want to paint a sloth crawling across a tree.
I want to paint fish swimming throw water glowing sapphire blue.
I want to paint a house with wizards and witches doing magic.
The memory of summer – the waves rushing away from the sand, ice creams running away from the sun.
The sound of thunder – dashing down like a meteor entering this Earth’s atmosphere, clapping down louder than 1,000 people shouting
The smell of pork – my nose in another dimension of happiness.
The distance between the starting sound and Usain bolt finishing the 100m sprint.
The impossibility of autopilot – click and off we go, hands off the wheel!
The taste of life, happy and joyful and adventurous in a section.
The silence of writing, the concentration and focus – a teacher’s dream!
The wind: soft and gentle, willing to give you a boost on the back.
A black hole- slurping in planets like eating spaghetti.
I want to paint the end of this poem.
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