Poem Exercises

Here it was, the icy chlorine water being tousled about by splashing, giant waves being formed by kicking, and fourteen girls racing after the bright yellow ball.

Hate tastes like old milk, full of nasty chunks of envy.

 

Engrossing

Compelling

Absorbing

Interesting

Stale

Boring

Dull

 

Respect is the young cub mimicking his fathers every move.

 

I’m as sad as a teardrop

Wishing the rain

Would just pour down

 

I look at this flag and all I see is pride.

 

This lot was a field once, with flowers blooming and butterflies fluttering.

 

Dreams Smiles

 

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