Peaceful Place (I made this poem for fun, not really sure if it is considered a poem though.)

 

ANZAC Sensory Poem

 

Rain Poem

 Rain Poem

I see Little rain droplets on my windows.

I hear the rain falling, making puddles and my sister snoring.

I taste nothing but my own saliva, I smell my dads fried eggs I'm not really a fan of eggs. I feel as cold as an Ice cube

My heater in my room is warm and comforting, My hands and brain feel tired from doing school work.