A poppy, red as blood, Alone in a field, Thriving where a man now dead, Lifelessly dropped his shield. This poppy bears black dots...

A delicate breeze caressed the woods Of crimson, orange, and gold. Whilst merry birds darted between the trees, Nearly bare of leaves to...

Forgiveness is the will to accept What has happened in the past. But though we have moved on from there, The memories still last. We say...

If I were to go Would you come along? And meet the hushed gilt fields The euphonious birds’ song. If I went away For an adventure of my...

A picture is a moment Frozen in its place. And now the memory returns; It fills an empty space. When we look back at these pictures, The...

(written in 2019) Shafts of sullen moonlight Pierce unwelcoming, ashen skies. Whilst cantankerous waves of navy Dramatically arise. The...

(written when I was 9) It was as white as new-fallen snow when no one had trodden on it. Its mane was the colour of the sunrise, of the...

(written when I was 8-9) Its middle was a golden-yellow-brown, like the sunset made of gold, with a touch of yellow sun and browny-black,...

(written when I was 8) The dark trees loomed above me So big, so tall The little birds were cheeping Communicating with their call The...

(written when I was 9) The seagulls flew above, the everlasting sheet of blue They soared through the sunlit sky Away, away they flew The...

(written when I was 7-8) Mermaids are aquatic creatures With lots of funny little features Such as having beautiful long tails Covered in...

(written when I was 9) Clouds, endlessly moving through the sky; Little birds, chirping as they fly by. The cooling touch of the light...

(written when I was 9) It entered my ears, And filled me with wonder As I listened to it So peaceful, so calm It reminded me of just the...

(written when I was 9) The thunder flashed and rumbled And shook the buildings hard Until they collapsed and tumbled On people and cars...

(written on a happy day, I was 8) Summer times are wonderful, With holidays and heat Playing in the paddling pool No more homework, no...

(written when I was 9) The frost on the grass Sparkles like diamonds While snowflakes fall down And cover the village in a blanket of...

(written when I was 8) It was dark and gloomy No one could see Only the almost useless Light of my torch stood out The floor was damp and...