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The Wild

You are the red bat hanging from the apple tree, protecting yourself from the underground bomb,

You are great golden retriever running to the top of the roof,

You are the difference between Desert and Forest,

You are the fruit-eating bat eating the banana peel dropped on the floor,

You are the middle between the start and

The end.

Lockdown

You are the decision that has turned us upside down

taking us through a path of confusin ,worry and disappointment

yet you are the situation that made us think on are feet

and showed us to appreciate the simple things in life

you are the thing that changed everything

 

You are peom

You are an elegant elephant playing with the monkey ,to make him happy after tears were pouring down his monkey face.

You are the memory of grandma’s fresh apple pie ,waiting to be eaten.

You are a dead laptop waiting to be plugged in ,after being used alot.

You are a turtle waiting to hybernate ,in the cold snow.

You are the glue stick in my draw, waiting to be used .

You are the moldy orange on the counter ,waiting to be thrown away.

You are the end….

You are…

You are a lonely giant stroking a puppy, saving it from danger.

You are the distance between the sweet taste of chocolate and the disgustingness of sprouts.

You are the memory of lifting a trophy for the first time, that filled my heart with joy.

You are the sound of a lions roar, in the distance you can hear them fighting.

You are a slivery snake, coiling around a lost, lonely boy.

You are the end.

You are a …

You are the sweat taste of sugar mixed with the bitter taste of lemon.

You are the memory of sadness and joy in past moments of life.

You on holiday in reunion waiting to get out of your room to see the beach and the rest of its desires.

You are the sound of sadness of your tears slowly drip to the floor after another argument.

You are the sweat smell of ice cream in a storm trying to find the glory.

You are the difference between sweat and sprouts.

YOU ARE THE END…

animal poems

You are a long snake curling round it’s pray to protect my eggs.

You are a hungry kitten searching every corner for some think to eat.

You are a happy long dog barking ferociously hoping for a ball to be thrown .

You are a sad and lonely dog sleeping in the house.

WHAT ARE YOU?

You are a ketchup bottle,                                                                                                                                                       being squirted on the                                                                                                                                                            hot dog.

You are a big fat sausage,                                                                                                                                                     sizzling on the barbeque.

You are the fresh salad,                                                                                                                                                       being mixed by wrinkly                                                                                                                                                        hands.

You are the aroma, of                                                                                                                                                             fresh meat being cooked.

You are coke, fizzing while                                                                                                                                                   being poured into a clear glass.

You are the black metallic barbeque,                                                                                                                              cooking roast meat.

You are the white and silver chairs,                                                                                                                               witch have beautiful patterns on.

You are the gazebo, blocking                                                                                                                                           off the hot summers sun

You are the pink pansies,                                                                                                                                                 hanging of the brick wall.

Nature’s Core

You are a black jaguar climbing the trees, stalking your prey, observing your victim.

You are a painted wolf stranded in the core of the Pride Lands, petrified for your life as you are being circled by the rulers of this bordered area, the lions closing in at speed.

You are a dormant volcano, nearing the time to become active once again, blowing your top off with molten lava, leaving only ashes and destruction in your path.

You are a mega tsunami caused by a recent earthquake in Japan, heading for the capital, Tokyo, rapidly nearing the mainland, a trail of devastation left behind you as you pass through the city.

You are a grey wolf, the sole survivor of your pack, knowing your importance as a keystone species is vital to the existence of other animals in your food chain.

You are the heart of Mother Nature herself.