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#emotion All the questions in the world collide in the mind of a tot. With voices full of wonder, Asking for all the information you've got.
Sometimes when I lay down my sleepy head, On that soft mattress that I call my bed. I wonder what'd be like to be swallowed whole And taken into its world lead by my soul.
#youngwritershousehold When it's dark, And I'm in my room, I hear strange noises, And look into the gloom. I clutch his fluffy paw, Stroke his soft fur. Now it doesn't matter, Whatever might occur.
With sword of silver, shield in hand, I wait patiently for your command. Held tightly in your warm embrace, Your gentle smile, your lovely face.
#youngwritershousehold Gentle hands are curved, Into a perfect rainbow, Toes pointed, frozen in time, My face is aglow.
Ears as big at double deckers,. Eyes the size as the sun,. Teeth the size as your brick house,. Fingers the size as your mum. You run away,. You try to hide,. From this creature,.
Let's pretend that we are movie stars, Living the high life, Let's pretend we have all the nicest cars, Living the good life, Let's pretend we got discounts on everything we got, Living the chilled...
The dreams that come to me in the night,. Do appear more real than life itself,. Closing my eyes I venture into a world of freedom,. A new and vibrant playground,. I can run forever without tiring,.
#nightdwellers #PoppieRose The little girl sat up from her sleep silence around not even a peep. Was there something under the bed. Did she feel something brush her leg.
I'm a little dreamer. In each and every way. Quick dreams, slow dreams and some that take all day. They take me magic places. Journeys far and wide. East of the sun and west of the moon.
I would like to be a leaf in a painting by Sarah whimperis. I love the indigo, ultramarine and opaque sky.
A world so beautiful So precise and crisp A world so open So bright your heart can feel it A world so perfect It was made just for me A world without trouble You leave those at the door A world...
What if tears had no gravity. And would just float up to the sky. So we'd catch them in a bottle. Before they would float up too high. We'd save up our tears in a vault. A treasure we would hide away.
I live to love a world of pure dreams, Where I eat only strawberries and cream, And dance between patchwork seams, A flash of orange and blue zips past, The signature of a kingfisher, Calling me...
As I'm reading these words, Wolves prowl around me in herds. I'm living in a paradise one day, Then I'm at a masked ball, dancing the night away.
In a fog swamped road that has no end. Of make believe and let's pretend. Where pigs may fly and a unicorn sings. Of battle cries and magical things. The sky is the limitless point to start.
How strange it is That worlds are created Inside a inspired mind Leaking on to paper. Each book, another world. Each reader, another place. It's magical you know.
This is a poem I wrote when I was seven. I've made no adjustments to it, but I hope you like it. Have you ever wondered how things work, Or where creepy creatures lurk.
A book is very rare. To find out of my reach. Reading one. Each by each. My imagination runs. Into a fantasy land. When I escape to a book. I'm either a pirate or laying on sand. I could just sit.
#household When I was a child, I had special places That I could escape to without any cares.
On top of my wardrobe is a land of mystery,. Teddy bears lurking from all parts of history,. Old ones, new ones,. Scruffy ones, blue ones,. Horses, cats, they're all up there,.
A flutter of graceful wings, like the petals of a mysterious rose,. Antennae gently swishing, a delicate grass-like pose,. Emerald green, peacock blue, velvet red,.
Let me leave, Let me float away, Either into sea, Or on a white fluffy cloud, Or on a ship as a stowaway, Let me venture to candy island, Soda sea to.
A realm after another. Books are like that. Worlds to comprehend. Different stories unravelling. Dreams that comes to life. Figments of simply imaginations. Whirlwind of emotions coming through.