Poetry is just a lost habit of mine I share with some friends. I am currently 14 and just going into year 10 (YAY) , I live in a tiny sea side town no one has prbably heard of (Bournemouth) but I find it so much more exciting to say 'South West Coast of England'.
All poems are inspired by either real circumstances in my life, strange thoughts, people I have met or me looking out of the window absently.
Like a horse and cart it on a dusty road
Like twisting smoke from a dragon
Like candy-floss on a hot summers day
Like dancing pixies on crystal ice
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He swiftly dips and dives through the air
He’s marvellous, his skills are rare
Skimming the leaves on vacant trees
His plumage ruffles regally in the breeze
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Promises, promises they say
Wistful sighs cover your heart
It’s blue
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That little Chinese wonder-boy,
He can be wild but plays it coy.
He’s got a damned killer smile,
Real shame he’s not worthwhile.
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