Shannon Atherton Poems

What comes out of hate is a negative thing
What comes from hope makes me want to sing
It's not always easy to love one another
But try to be kind to your sister or brother
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It seemed like a laugh, it was okay;
That was the first time I used it.
Now I turn against others -
I've started to abuse it.
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Red is the colour of anger;
The colour of loss and defeat.
When the sun shines down on a summer's day,
Your cheeks turn red in the heat.
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Love is a feeling, a knot in your throat.
Love is a story, the best that they wrote.
Love is so heartfelt, it fills you with tears.
It only grows stronger while counting the years.
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I'm at the end of a journey,
one that I've enjoyed.
My life's whizzing by so quickly -
soon I'll be employed!
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I love my mum to bits;
I love my dad aswell,
But there's a little secret that
to no-one I can tell.
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When I look into the mirror,
what do I see?
A beautiful princess?
No. A glamourous model?
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A father is someone who cares
for their child. He is
caring, loving, and a good person.
A dad is always there, standing by his children -
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My favourite teacher, Mr. C -
He was as funny as one can be.
Maths lessons were really fun;
in every challenge, I always won.
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The magical flower, tall and still,
Stands 4ft high upon a hill.
Shining like the sun's bright face,
It spreads its leaves in their rightful place.
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