Haiku

I play ps3.

I love to play bo2.

I play all the time.

Colour poem

Colour poem

Gray looks like the misty smoke flowing out of the chimney.

Gray sounds like a wolf howling in the midnight sky.

Gray smells like the polluted forestry river.

Gray tastes like the freshly cooked pie pastry.

Gray feels like a cold winters day.

Memory Poem

Remember

The time I shot my first stag.

Feeling the smooth wood of my gun in the palm of my hand.

Excitement and adrenaline rushing through my body after the stag roared.

The stag trying to run for his life but failing.

That was my first stag.