Rohan's Onomatopeia - Wind

Wind

Howl, scowl,
Whoosh, fwoosh,

Scowling down the midnight streets,

Dancing, prancing through the air,

Meeting, greeting, fleeting, gone,

Having fun all night long,

Until dawn breaks and it is gone.

By Rohan Pickett 2014

Colour Poetry

Red is blood dripping everywhere from my head.

Red is anger booming,  from Dubai to France and back again.

Red is the colour of a rose glittering, shimmering, sparkling in its soil over there.

By Ryley Coatsworth