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Mia Ocean Poems

This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a freindly tree,
that is always watching over you.
...

The poor young girl
with beach blonde hair
and pale white skin
stands in the middle of the street,
...

The water
is flowing
with rage,
it splashes
...

wave
of sea water
splashes my face
the taste is something new,
...

Snow is falling.
It’s cold.
Icicles hang
on the sill.
...

6.

I'm thinking hard,
But my mind should be empty.
I practice the movements,
But they come out all wrong.
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Sliding on a blanket of snow,
I speed, I swerve, I tumble.
I crash to a speeding stop just before i hit the ice;
I'm the pilot and the wheel, I'm the runner and the shoes,
...

i am calling from under the hedge,
i wait beneath the hedge,
i shiver beneath the hedge,
listening, hoping, for an answer.
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The black lake
is dangerous.
We do not know why.
We do not question.
...

10.

When the sun used to shine
through the blinds,
it would have pattern,
and the pattern would have shape,
...

They wait and wonder,
They pace, and ponder,
The question and worry,
Thinking whats the hurry?
...

The snowmans smile turns into a frown
as he realizes the winter snow is mealting down.
The sun is beating,
the heat is heating,
...

The feelings welling inside me,
are bursting with so much rage,
that i ask myself,
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14.

Drip,
Drip,
Water
falls
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The villagers are wise people.
They know everything about us.
They are wizards without wands,
geniuses without speech.
...

I am watching the fishie,
he is watching me.
Its giant eyes watch in admiration,
looking almost too big for its fragial fish-self.
...

17.

Asthe sun beats down
the dewy rain on the blades of grass
slowly dries
and the sun bakes the earth.
...

A puppy prances after a butterfly,
stopping to sniff each flower.
Adog sneaks along the sidewalk,
ready to pounce on the bird with great power.
...

19.

The daisy sobs
as its petals flourish.

It weeps and weeps
...

HURRAY!
my momy is gragerating.
i dru her a picher of a cake.
then i rote this is a cak.
...

Mia Ocean Biography

Ola! My name is Mia Ocean. I live in Portugal. I love the ocean.)

The Best Poem Of Mia Ocean

The Tree Of Life

This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a freindly tree,
that is always watching over you.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realaties,
And nevers become alwayses.
This tree
Is not only a tree,
It is where everything started.
It is the tree of life.

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number: 446 726 6436 28 January 2019

call me for many melons!

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chimkin nuggers 28 January 2019

my fav part is when they talk about the juicy watermelons! !

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chimkin nuggers 28 January 2019

my fav part is when they talk about the juicy watermelons!

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