Olivia F's poetry

Cherry Blossoms

I taste like strawberry ice-cream

I am cherry blossoms, falling

I sound like a piglet, squealing

I am delicate as blush

I feel like dry, cracked lips

I am sticky like peach lollies

I am squishy fresh raspberries

I smell like powdery marshmallows

COLOUR POEM!

I am a delicate dandelion

all alone on a muddy field.

I sound like a rusty bell

struggling to tell everyone it’s midnight

I taste like pancake mix,

ready to pour on the pan.

I am the burning sun

about to hand out a sunburn.

I am corn coloured teeth gritting.