My favorite place in my house… The living room with the golden coach. I feel like I can think there. I can read there.
The blinding sunlight when I look out the window. I step back and see the sheer golden curtains glistening in the light. I grab my book and lay down on the coach with my back to the sun. The sun creates the perfect glow onto the pages of my book.
The golden swirls in the upholstery. The room is joyful. It doesn’t have a bunch of clutter or darkness, it’s perfect. The colors on the walls warm the room. My place is right in the living room, and I’m happy when I’m there.
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Volleyball Game
As I enter the gym I spot the other team. I was feeling good about this game. I changed into my jersey and ran out to get on the court to warm up. As the game was about to start my team got in a huddle and we all had a “pep talk” about how we can win if we out our minds to it. We hustled on the end line and got into our places. This was going to be a good game.
Prepositional poems
Among the crowd, singers with great courage and passion, wait
Standing next to the microphone with the suspense of everyones satisfaction
The stands filled upon a crave for music
With only one song
Hundreds of people line up to conquer their dreams
Four judges, one chance to woo them all
You’ll either make the cut or the opposite…
This is the X- Factor