Abbie Walker shares her bonfire night poem, ‘Tissue Paper Flames’.
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Abbie Walker shares her bonfire night poem, ‘Tissue Paper Flames’.
An essay Introduction: Word after word, write your way out of this beginning. Stand right in front of your department, and imagine your steps three years later. Main body: Imagine …
In light of mental health awareness week, here is Jasmin Priya’s poem about mental health.
The month twas White and decked with Gold, With gifts for young, the gifts from old. We saw the films and read the books, A Reddened nose; Alone v. crooks. …
As we talk apples drop from the trees outside, Worms feast on the fallen glories. As we talk grey clouds fist up in the sky, Birds return to their nests. …
Nip into town on a cold Christmas Eve, Trying to find a present for Steve, And Mum, and Dad, and grandparents too. I’ve left it so late, there’s so much …
It’s been so long, my love, but I haven’t yet found a perfume that reminds me of you. I’ve felt you on my fingertips, inhaled you after midnight welcomed …
Inky darkness ebbed and creeped, Black and cold and deeply steeped, In auburn fire of Sun’s rebirth, Pale moon above the ebony Earth. Leaves twist and writhe upon the ground, …
Your heart is as as soft as snow drops, Your soul is a slice of heaven You are so delicious I want to devour you You would be gone in …
Abbie Walker shares her bonfire night poem, ‘Tissue Paper Flames’.
An essay Introduction: Word after word, write your way out of this beginning. Stand right in front of your department, and imagine your steps three years later. Main body: Imagine …
In light of mental health awareness week, here is Jasmin Priya’s poem about mental health.
The month twas White and decked with Gold, With gifts for young, the gifts from old. We saw the films and read the books, A Reddened nose; Alone v. crooks. …
As we talk apples drop from the trees outside, Worms feast on the fallen glories. As we talk grey clouds fist up in the sky, Birds return to their nests. …
Nip into town on a cold Christmas Eve, Trying to find a present for Steve, And Mum, and Dad, and grandparents too. I’ve left it so late, there’s so much …
It’s been so long, my love, but I haven’t yet found a perfume that reminds me of you. I’ve felt you on my fingertips, inhaled you after midnight welcomed …
Inky darkness ebbed and creeped, Black and cold and deeply steeped, In auburn fire of Sun’s rebirth, Pale moon above the ebony Earth. Leaves twist and writhe upon the ground, …
Your heart is as as soft as snow drops, Your soul is a slice of heaven You are so delicious I want to devour you You would be gone in …
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