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EMOTION’SEMOTIONS
Emotions are a rainbow of bright colours.
Emotions are the smell like a peachy strawberry.
Emotions are the taste of a bunch of juicy grapes.
Emotions sounds like the gentle waves at the beach.
Emotions feel like the fur of a baby puppy dog.
Emotions live in the heart of a caring person.
Links: Archive |EntryWar - Scott
War is blackIt smells like your dads old socks
It tastes like a rotten old sandwich
It sounds like thunder and lightening
It feels like when you are really bleeding
It lives far far away
Scott
Links: Archive |EntryEmotion -Misery - Lewis
EMOTION’SMisery
Misery is the colour blue,
It smells like fire,
It tastes like cheese,
It sounds like banging,
It feels like pain.
It lives in France.
Links: Archive |Entrylove
LoveLove is red pink and soft
It smells like a red rose
Love tastes like two bits of chocolate
It feels cuddly and soft
Love lives every where in the world
By Chelsea logan
Links: Archive |EntryPeace by karen sharp
PeacePeace is rainbow coloured
It smells like new, blooming flowers in spring
Peace tastes like sweet and fresh shiny apples
It sounds like angels singing beautiful in the heavens
Peace feels light soft and huggable
It lives in the clear blue heavens
Links: Archive |Entrypain - steven
The colour of pain is blackIt smells like a gassy fire
It taste like mouldy fruit
It sounds like someone getting strangled
It feels like getting hit with a hammer
It lives everywhere
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Pain is strongThe colour of pain is autumn
It smells like spicy garlic
Pain tastes bitter
It sounds like screaming
It fells pointy needles
Pain lives on Mount Everest
Links: Archive |Entryfear - Matthew
It smells like choking smokeIt tastes like poison
It sounds like a murdering scream
It fells like burning fire
It lives in a dark old box
Links: Archive |EntryFriendship - Chloe
Friendship is the colour of blue.It smells like your friend.
It tastes like sweets.
It sounds like people having a good day.
It feels like happing. It lives in a good place.
Chloe
Links: Archive |EntryLove - Ryan
Love is crimson red,It smells like flowers and fresh air,
Love tastes like chocolate,
It sounds like angels,
Love feels like velvet,
It lives in a persons heart
Ryan
Links: Archive |EntryLove - Amy.
Love is Rainbow colours,It smells like Lavender,
Love tastes like fresh strawberries,
It fells like fur of a newborn kitty,
Love lives deep in the heart.
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Fear is blackIt smells like ice,
Fear tastes like water,
It sounds like crackling ice,
It feels like freezing cold ice,
It lives far away as possible.
Links: Archive |Entrylove - Stephanie
Love is pink,It smells like perfume,
Love tastes like tuna pasta,
It sounds like hearts beating,
It feels like soft sand love lives in your hearts.
Links: Archive |EntryLOVE - CHELSEY
Love is pinkIt smells like flowers
It tastes like cherries
It sounds like waves in the sea
It fells like fluffy animals
It lives in your heart
Links: Archive |EntryPeace - Claire
Peace is the colour of baby blue,It smells like blossomed flowers,
It tastes of sweet honey,
It sounds like a choir signing,
It fells like soft sand,
Peace lives in the heart of a cloud.
Links: Archive |EntryMy different house
I like my house it is happy and it's sad.I love my house because it just makes me glad.
You should like my house every day of the week. My house couldn't be better and it's certainly not bleek.
My house is the champion of houses,
because it's big and deserted of little mouses.
And now my house poem is coming to an end
So now me and my house are going to bed.
We will see you later but we must say goodnight.
By Connor
Links: Archive |EntryUp in the Attic...And...Down in the Celler...
Up in the Attic...
In the sunlight in the dust lay damp boxes
Photographs, rusty old muddy bike,
Soggy old books in the corner,
Two old Victorian cameras with cases,
Boxed up old rusty television
And a smelly and stained Victorian chamber pot.
And…down in the cellar…
Loud rattling boiler
A sack of damp coal lots of broken tools fishing rods and hooks,
Two pairs of muddy boots,
Old gardening tools. E.g. lawn moor, fork and a digger,
Damp mattresses in a bundle and
Old CD player a collection of old glass bottles
Paula
Links: Archive |EntryUp in the Attic - Callum
up in the attic
dusty old christmas decorations
hair less teddy bear
ripped up school books
legg less babby clothes
dusty suitcases
down in the celler
whell ess bicycle
seat less pram
smelly bucket
laceless boats
callum
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Up In The Attic
A long, solid, archring rifle gun
A small, broken toy wrestler
A box of rusty and scratched coins
An old, smashed glass ornament
A non-coloured reading book
DOWN IN THE CELLAR
A steel, scrapped iron
A rusty rim, round it a punctured tyre
Old, ragged, damp sponge
A panned, cracked bit of glass
A snapped stake
And a broken dog kennel
By Martin
Links: Archive |EntryUp in the Attic - Steven
up in the attic
Two soggy boxes that where red
a witches mask with a hairy mole
two side boards beside that was a bed
a giant football that could not roll
a few rusty dolls with only half a head
some treasure maps dug up from a hole
down in the celler
A big moldy block of cheese
a shuvle fulled with greeze
a hive jam packed with bees.
Links: Archive |Entryupin the attic and down in the cellar
Up in the attic and down in the cellar
And the dark green Christmas tree
Three old broken Victorian cameras
Old dusty maps
And a old broken grandfather clock
Dusty coins
Old head less Barbie dolls
Up in the attic
And down in the cellar…
Dads rusty tools
And spring less mattresses
My old muddy bike
And mums damp mop
My old little welly boots
And dads fishing hooks
(and …. Something’s breathing)
Chelsea LoganLinks: Archive |EntryUP IN THE ATTIC AND DOWN IN THE CELLAR - Connor
Up in the attic there lies baby photos,
and lying beside it some matchbox motors.
In the attic there is fishing gear and lying beside it some bottles of beer
In the attic there is a grandfather clock and beside it a smelly old sock.
And my little sister’s doll is lying beside my grand mothers shawl.
And my little sister’s lollypop she left there yesterday.
Down in the cellar there is a rattling boiler.
And lying beside it my little sisters doll she named Moira.
Down in the cellar there is rats and lying beside it my dad’s baseball bat’s.
Down in the cellar there is a noise it sounds like a bear and trust me you don’t want to be down there.
Connor sh.Links: Archive |EntryUp in the Attic
Up in the attic
Up in the attic there lies a soggy old mattress
A rusty old violin
A battered old grandfather clock
A pair of skates with broken wheels
Boxes of old photographs
And old Barbie dolls
Down in the cellar
Down in the cellar there lies a muddy old bike
An old clattering boiler
A very soggy old map
An old damp sleeping bag
A pair of smelly welly boots
And old fishing hooks
Chelsey
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Up In The Attic
[and something’s]
An old box of scraby nails
Muddy old bike
Rusty old shovel
Old paint pots
Dusty old coins
Cobwebby comics
And Down In The Cellar
A rumbling old boiler
Tangled balls of string
Rusty old barbecue
Old bottles of scotch
An old grandfather clock
Old cans of scotch broth
[and something’s breathing]
By Matthew
Links: Archive |Entryup in the attic
Up in the attic……….
An old box of photographs
Grandfather clock that gran gave me
Ragged winter clothes
Ripped map
Old Barbie dolls
(And…. something’s breathing)
And down in the cellar……….
Dad’s rusty tools
Rumbling boiler
Patched damp tent
Torn welly boots
Rusty bike
Fishing rod
(And…. something’s breathing)
StephanieLinks: Archive |Entryconcrete poem
Up in the Attic
Smashed TV with its circuits blown
parts of an old car
dusty books
rusty old working tools
leaking tin of paint
rotten old bike with burst tires
Down in the Cellar
Broken lamp shade with a light smashed to smithereens
dusty bobble head with its legs ripped off
and reeking old socks
ringing sleeping bags
mouldy old mattress
ragged rag doll
scottLinks: Archive |EntryUp in the attic
Up in the attic…
There lies a scraggy old ripped up map
A dusty box of shiny bronze pennies
A ragged soggy old sleeping bag
Smashed old Victorian clock
A patched up one eyed teddy bear
A heavy damp torn up book.
Down in the cellar…
There lies a pair of mouldy mucky skates with rusty wheels
A broken fishing rod with a box of dusty hooks
A broken bike with a tangled chain
A damp ripped up mattress with springs bouncing out of it
Two dirty ragged dolls with ragged clothes
A box of mildewed damp wet tools.
Ryan
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Up In The Attic
A box of old ripped family photos
A scratched violin
Boxes and boxes full of foreign coins
Cracked glass dolls
Old moulded teacups
A ripped wedding dress
Down In The Cellar
A muddy bike with a punctured wheel
Rusty scrap metal
Old damp beach towels
Tangled cable wires
A ripped dusty dog bed
An old rabbit hutch with a broken door
ClaireLinks: Archive |EntryUp in the attic and Down in the cellar
Up in the attic
Something stirring Dusty old Christmas decorations
One eyed old teddy bear
Ripped school books
Dirty old baby clothes and ragged.
Down in the Cellar
Some damp cardboard boxes
And scratched bicycle
A Bored pram
One handled Bucket
And muddy boots.
Chloe