Connor's+Poetry

Diamante Forest Cold, wet Jade, changing, wilderness Dirt, vines, trees, stone, mud Green, water, animals Dripping, freezing Jungles Answering a set of given questions Crocodile Laying in the murky grey water Eating wilderness animals Its eyes evil covered by water Its claws weak but sharp Its teeth strong and sharp Swish The croc catches its prey Snap through the water The animal is death rolled and eaten Sadness __**  Sadness is blue Sadness sounds like a waterfall crashing on the waves Sadness tastes like salty water Sadness tastes like stale bread. Sadness looks like someone being left out. Sadness makes you feel sad Tanka __** The miserable cold rain Wakes up in the morning light The trees get fed well Awaking the whole city While the sun greets us morning Wind blows In the blue sea Creating giant waves For surfers To surf on all day Before the waves end at midnight so they leave
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Cinquain Trees sway In the light breeze Swaying around all day Having fun in the wilderness ‘till’ night

Bio poem Connor Fun, energetic, funny, ginger Brother of Ethan, Lisa Lover of chocolate, basketball, rugby, pizza Who feels Adrenaline when at a theme park, fright when watching a horror movie, Entertained when watching T.V. Who needs something to do, an axolotl, money, a dog Who gives the axolotl food, myself a cookie, time for a swim, help to friends when in need Who fears the dead, falling off a cliff, not living, Who would like to see the leaning tower of piza Resident of earth Moir __ ** Haiku ** __ The sun sets at night And makes a beautiful glare When we go to sleep

The gloomy, lifeless forest is still like a resting giant in the misty fog. The cold, crumbling, crunching clay rests below what there is of the dehydrated, lonely plant. The stormy clouds are covered in by the dull dying trees. Smokey dark ghosts creeps in blending in with the scenery. The colourless shadows of the trees are the same colour as the dark dull sky. The dirt pathway is an endless road of frightening thrills. What’s left of the trees blocks out the light that is now vanished. Sharp broken twigs rest on the outside of the path. The blue sky in the distance is the only way out of this dusky grey forest. Trees are skinny and tall like the leg of a giraffe. The high pitched howling coming from the wolves is like a ring as it rushed through your ears over and over again. The sun is absent in this spooky place. **My Assessed Poetry**
 * The misty forest****.**