The bright light
Through out the night
I saw a bright light
I followed it fast
And suddenly it passed.
The next night was here
And there it shone next to my peer
I warned her to quiet and still
But then there was a great big thrill.
The light started speaking very loud
It sounded so strong so big so loud
I got rather scared and ran off to hide
But this big bold light was full of pride.
The sea
The sea is wrinkly, like an old mans face
The sea was a big blue mattress for you to lie on
The sea is a lot of deep water
Full of memories
The sea is a path, to lots of places
The sea is a road to your friends
But some of the memories are bad
They don’t always sail they make ships sink in the waves.
But also these memories are happy and good
It is like a human let free
All of the waves travel together
It is a group of friends.
The Sea
There once was a man from the sea
All the time he hoped he wouldn’t pee
So he held it in fast
And then it all passed
The desperate old man from the sea.
The Flower
As the weather turned bad
The flowers leaves spoke in the rain
Then it turned into a terrible storm
The Flowers waved in the wind,
They jumped across the soil.
The storm finally stopped
And the flowers stem reached into the sky.
By Katie Grose
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Some nice poems Katie. I particularly like your personification of the flower. Try to add some metaphors or similes to your poem 'The Bright Light'.
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