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Andie Jan 2019
flowing water runs

between trees light dances high

quick fish dart amoung

and I lean against some wood

a green Croc© drifts slowly through
For a midterm project
Avery Dec 2018
I want to live
Where the sun never shines
Where the stars litter the endless sky
Serene and never-changing
To live alone
Where my thoughts can never find me
Donna Bella Dec 2018
Trust me when I say this
I don’t know what redemption is
But I feel like I need to partake in such

I’m here to free myself from the words of failure that lingers
As my serene views become aligned with a life that I desire
Am I redeemed from my past?
Does the serene thoughts that I have overpower the ones that I thought won
Sara Kellie Sep 2018
Starting with coverage from BBC2.

Brushing calm shadows into
pastel hills.
A rhythm paints terrain a
sugary brown.
Flicks of green create
fauliage serene.
The clean tasteless air is
cotton soft.
A effortless stream runs
cobalt clear.
Where salmon gymnastics begin
each year.
Squirrels practice dance routines a
glamorous red.
The doormice dressed and ready
for bed.

Continuing coverage on Ch4.

The perch, the tench sat together on an underwater bench.
Discussing bait and hooks whilst flicking through some fishing books.
What's he eating? Mr Mole,
it looks like cheese and ham
on a soft brown roll.
There's a chicken and a fox that
live round here.
Seriously, they've been dating each other for about a year.
Now, if you take the next left,
then over the stye.
There's a duck lives there,
call in and say, hi!

Poetry by Kaydee.
Poetry by Kaydee present what is believed to be a creative first.
One story, one habitat, one poem giving you the viewer, two different narratives.
Now here's another twist because instead of you, the reader, reading a poem in the traditional way. We handed our work straight to two television broadcasters and they have each made a program exactly as they wanted with no constraints.
Showcasing two well known broadcasters with polar opposite styles.
Poetry by Kaydee presents to you 'The Meadow'. We take up the story with BBC2 before switching over to CH4.
Will you notice a change of style as we go from the 'high brow' production of the BBC to a more laid back, social media type of production from Channel 4.
Rashika Ahuja Aug 2018
Haven't you noticed my trembling legs, when you are close enough,
The bare touch of your fingers from the very first time,
The touch never felt strange to me, you knew there have been others too.
The shiver it got through me, was something I've experienced for the first time.
The blissful kiss that made me realize , I have never been in love before.
You noticed the tears in my eyes, you noticed I was trying to find someone from the recent past through you.
You stopped and came back to me, though truthfully I never wanted you to stop.
Those hands running back and forth were bringing me back to life.
I watched you sleeping so peacefully in my arms, that moment itself made me fall in love with you.
You thought, I did not notice how carefully you wrapped me in that blanket, though you were feeling the same amount of cold.
And how I sneaked out of it, just to wrap you in the same.
Then the morning came, and I never wanted you to leave.
I wanted to confess that you are carrying a piece of me, but I decided to let you go unknowingly.
You made the day with the parting kiss on my forehead and gracefully carried a part of me with you.
faith autumn Aug 2018
during the darkest of nights
when your eyelashes are wet from tears
and your heart is heavy in your chest,
i hope you can find comfort
i hope you can find peace
i hope that you may get
a good night's sleep
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
She’s soft and scented in *****
Aromas of fine wine, upon her skin cruise
She holds her glass steady, then takes a sip
Eyes cast out to sea, under the waves her thoughts slip
As if everything around her, was but a blip
Some passerby wants to ask what’s she thinking
But seeing her so relaxed, instead asked what’s she drinking
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Listen to nature
Under the sun-dappled trees
The world proudly sings
115 followers!!! T-T T.T
The tears keep flowing!
I'm so grateful!
And thank you very much, Sue, for your lovely poem 'Angel with a Broken Wing'
It truly made my day! Made me cry also with all the support I've been getting here. I'm grateful to all my followers.
Truly, with everything I have...
Thank you!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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