The recovery after the storm
Maddy Cogle
Before the winds of sorrow hit,
The azure skies were warm,
Inhaling grief
releasing ecstasy in its place
When the breath of sorrow hits
All happiness is lost
In an abyss of authentic grief.
But thy sun still shines
Few but some smiles are still genuine
The veils of dreams still hang upon one's head
There is an expansion for the realisation of life
Wings begin to spread
And thy people begin to fly.
A Haircut
by Simone Strange
Scissors are crocodiles
with rows of jagged daggers
They open and close their mouths
creeping silent as a mouse
snapping at the strands of hair
each one drifting to the floor
wailing and flailing about
Still hungry they hunt for more
smacking their lips
and ripping limb from limb
crunching the bones up
leaving nothing behind
Colours
Greta Prince
Colours flood out from the unknown,
Leaving traces.
But only one speaks for itself,
Bold bright and fearless.
Hiding deep in souls,
Forcing negativity.
Spears cutting through flesh,
Leaving a scar.
Breaking hearts,
Wounded forever.
The colour of fear,
Is a thief never caught.
The Unknown
Samantha Foote
Piercing through the unknown,
The light begins to fade,
Eddying into an abyss,
The wind calls out,
Waiting for hope,
Unfortunately all is lost
Finally, can you guess who is on the end of this kite string on this wild and windy day?
Keep sharing with us, happy holidays!
Whoa, very inspiring poetry! Keep up the creativity. - Miss Shine.
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ReplyDeleteI really loved Sam's poem and all the others.
Keep up the great work everyone
nice poems everyone
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