My year 9 poems.

Poetry that I have done in my year 9 English class.

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8. Colour poem.

   

Black

It looks like the shadows lurking late at night.

It sounds like the screech of a crow sitting on old rusted barb wire.

It smells like rotting wood in the darkness of night.

It feels like cold rain stinging you with every drop.

It tastes like burnt wood fresh from a bushfire.

 

 

 

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