Pebble
I have allways wanted a pet you see, But never wanted the bother, Having too feed it, Take it out for walks or clean its cage.
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I have allways wanted a pet you see, But never wanted the bother, Having too feed it, Take it out for walks or clean its cage.
I breathe in the salty sea air. I feel the soft warm sand tickling my toes. The ocean is a mass of swirling colours overlapping each other, sparkling in the sun's warm rays.
Pebble, Smooth and grey. Smooth like the world, Smooth like your perfect face. Smooth like the line on a contract, Smooth like graphics on a computer screen.
#youngwritershousehold I sat on the boardwalk splashing and swishing my feet around in the calm water. I was surrounded by pure, peaceful scenery. Suddenly, a boy appeared in silence.
My garden is quite plain. Boring you see. But something spectacular. Lays under the jade tree. A glistening stone. Perfect in every way. So I go under the tree. To look at it everyday.
My chair lives On a diet of time He tempts you into His arms, coloured lime He has many methods Of catching his prey All of them deadly, And devious, I'll say His habitat is A dark corner in my...
#youngwritershousehold I sat on my chair, Wooden and old, Five years it'd been there, Or so I was told.
It creaks and sreaks under every step. The floor boards even seam to move. It seams to get more creapy every time i bare footedly creap across it. Oh wait i am sopouse to be writing about a chair...
Quite Short - hope you like it :) #youngwritershousehold * I went to a yard sale, I came across a wail, An old wooden chair, Squeking - here and there, I bought the old wooden chair from the sale.
Let's sit in the chair, And watch the world go by Darling. Kiss me on the lips if you dare Darling, While we watch the world like CCTV.
#youngwritershousehold The days when he was sane, When he rocked in his chair. The musty smell of cigars, Before he was put in care. Now he still rocks, Just without a normal mind.
#youngwritershousehold Oh, my grandmother, The one with the hair, The one always, Sitting on the chair. It's wooden and brown, Places on the docks Did I mention it Also Rocks.
#youngwritershousehold. When you sat on that chair,. You pleaded not guilty, you lied,. All in vain, though you tried,. You were electrified,. You were shaken up inside,.
Forever in this house. Laid a crooked old chair. Buried deep down. In our houses old lair. I had been frightened. Jumped out of skin. It sat packed next to. A rusted old tin. In that tin. What I saw.
#Youngwritershousehold Don't open the door... Open it no more... Obviously bad news... Resentfully lies a ruse....
Door, Door, Open to a different land, Door, Door, Open to a different path, Door, Door, Open up my life for God to see. And how ashamed he will be... #youngwritershousehold.
The door was grand; there was no doubt about that. It was made of polished oak, with intricate patterns carved into it's smooth surface.
In between the closet Lays a murky old door My mother said never open it I wonder what for One day I was bored Lying on my bed When I heard a voice Open the door it said So I went over cautiously...
#Youngwritershousehold I'm sick of being second, Of never being first. Beaten by rubbish people, Makes it even worse. Maybe a door will open, A positive one of that.
Thank you @mpallister24 for choosing my poem as the winning entry. The next word will be..... Door.
Remember, if you are taking part in #youngwritershousehold, you have an hour left to think something up!.
#youngwritershousehold. The clouds are my pillow,. I sleep in the sky,. I drift on the wind,. I swoop, I fly,. The thunder's my anger,. My hate, rage and fire,. The rainbows, my dreams,.
#youngwritershousehold. @mpalister. *. I bought a new puppy yesterday,. Brought her into my bedroom for a play,. She bits my pillow and chews it to bits,.
#youngwritershousehold Into the tree, The oak, the willow. I go to sleep, rest my head, Lie down on the pillow. The soft marshmallow Of happiness and love.