Poetic Ponderers of Room 27...

With the unassisted recounts and expositions done and dusted, we have taken the time to unleash our poetic licences...
Please feel free to read just some samples of our 'Poetic Ponderances'...
Can you spot the language features used??

Beast.

A beast with eyes of menacing intention, Fur of distinctive down.
The teeth like shattered razors. He slips away, a brunette vapour."
Ben Teterroo.

Phantom.

A beast with eyes of glowing horizons. Fur like platted hair ruined and worn.
The teeth like snakes fangs ready to penetrate. He slips away in the blink of an eye.
Jamie Lawlor.

Envy.
A beast with eyes of envy-green. Fur matted like a tatty rug.
The teeth stained like yellow rust. He slips away, a ghost in the night.
Anon.

Dark Soul.

A beast with eyes of diamonds. Fur like silky feathers.
The teeth like crystals so radiant. He slips away, a dark soul.
Tesi Naufahu.

Winged warrior.

A beast with eyes of evil,
Wings,ragged and torn,
talons as sharp as swords,
He flies away, a shadow
Ashley Paul.

Cherry Blossoms.

Dresses up in pastel colours of milky pink.
Blooms soundlessly while Springtime passes away.
Swaying side to side when a breeze comes to visit.
Autumn is the day they start to cry.
Yuka Sawai.

Wind.

Wild whipping wind howls as it strides through the crowded street.
Shouting angrily at the mortal man.
Invisible to all in its path.
Dezil Jojo.

Happiness.

Happiness is sublime and fabulous.
It is marvell0us like the ALL BLACKS.
If it was a colour, it would be yellow like the sun.
If happiness was a smell it would be the scent of childrens' sweaty odour.
If it was a sound it would be the trickling of childrens voices having fun.
Tafa Destiny Wells.

Green.

Green jealousy is pitch-black cheese rotting in the fridge.
Green is the colour of sad frozen blueberries.
Green is the voice of screeching violence.
Green is a feeling that is not enjoyable.
Green is being all alone at home.
Joy Filipo.

Humilation.

Humiliation is depressing and rather discomforting.
It lies loitering, awaiting the grieving soul.
It emerges looming in shades of blue making things mournful.
In an isolated world humiliation is embarrassing.
It torments and depresses.
It is a feeing of regret that all the time in the world cannot change.
Sophia Jones.

Sadness.

A cold feeling that pulls you down.
Depression hiding inside of you.
Nails in your heart that haunt you.
Eternal blue sorrow and gloom rushing through you.
Sitting in solemn silence waiting for it to end.
Sadness is the sound of weeping people.
Sadness is curled up in a corner ready to pounce at someone.
Dylan Kharpal.