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L ight is an amazing thing, I magination can flow with a simple ray of light, G lorious beams on a warm summers day, H aving such a big impact in everyone's lives, T his terrific phenomenon...
She stalks, she hunts,. The prey is unaware,. She cannot be spotted,. She must take care,. The wind shifts,. The prey looks up,. A shiver from the grass,. Has given her up,. Cautious and frightened,.
#youngwritershousehold I awaken the dawn light glimmering. I sing my song and others join in obliviously awake as well but not many it is slightly before sunrise after all.
If I were a owl, I would hunt and fly at night, If I were a mouse, I'd keep out of sight. If I were a fox, I would kill some birds, If I were a chicken, I wouldn't say a word.
E ntwine then multiply. V ast numbers are created. O nly useful traits applied. L ess useful ones are faded. U pholding all the good. T o make the next ones stronger. I mprove the only way we could.
I went to Wales on a family holiday. A place renowned for its sheep. Fuzzy and bleating. In a place with no central heating. Halfway up a mountain. My excitement I could not contain.
Dripping blood On the tree You stuck yourself Straight through me I fall, bloody Face plant in the ground I'm all tore up You've not a sound Drip, drip Onto my leg As I say a prayer To continue my...
I glide through the water, As smooth as glass, My hands outstretched, Graceful yet fast. I kick my legs, Faster I go, Jetting through the water, Colder than snow.
It's been a while Can we be Together If only for a while. Can we Take a walk On the wild side Go for a long ride Take off Hide away Glide away High In the sky Together Again.
#Youngwritershousehold Streaking through The darkening sky- Red, pink, orange; Daylight will die. I hold your hand And gaze above. The sunset is My one true love. Red for romance, Love is pink.
There are so many different sunsets. Theres the after party sunset, Shared with people you've just met. Theres the sunset when you've lost track of time, When you've been stinking lemonade and lime.
I wonder why when you say goodbye beautiful colours paint the sky. Shades of orange, yellow and pink too all come out because of you. And although I hate to see you go, I really do enjoy the show.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, an close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise.
So many thoughts fight to escape His mind befuddled by sanity's red tape Knowledge is power but too much is a curse Knowing what lies behind man's eyes is worse Every idea, every dream, every...
#Nightdwellers Sitting on my cobweb, Predator at ease, Hanging from the ceiling, The climbing frame or trees. Spindle-legged and delicate, Deadly grace; I'm sleek.
I wandered alone in the forest, clouds chasing me. The skinny trees searching for sun, as did I. The forest was completely starved of light. Clouds hiding it from me.
Claws, teeth, and sharpened fangs, Creatures subject to hunger pangs. Show your teeth, flash your claws, You are made devoid of flaws.
Beady human eyes With a greedy gloss, Searching the sky, He's ready for the hunt. The unfair hunt... Grey clouds dispersing The prey comes into sight. Black silhouette on a pastel sky.
#puddlechallenge @kikikookara A sea of brown, A splash of paint, A muddy blob, You cannot taint. A welly's heaven, A drop of earth, Found everywhere, It's not got much worth.
The gray clouds slowly covered up the entire sky. The sun disappeared with it, and soon the trees were dancing with the wind. Suddenly, raindrops fell down on me. I looked up and stuck out my tongue.
#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar The flame flickered brightly, Effortlessly yet sprightly, It glowed in the darkened room, Producing a single fume.
The sun was here yesterday, Unfortunately it's gone away, Hidden behind the clouds- so white, Buried in beneath my kite.
#youngwritershousehold Fly away, Butterfly, On this day, You must die. Trapped in a spider's web, Or insect catcher's net, Drowning in a paddling pool, Your wings getting so wet.
#youngwritershousehold I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.