My Senses Poems
These poems have all and some of the senses of our life.
Creamy Ice- Cream
Cold and sloppy as it melts in my mouth, it’s sweet and as I take a big lick. Cold and slimy as I touch it with my finger,
Rock like chunks of cookies with snow like cream dripping off the cone. Plop, splat, as it drips off the cone.
Red Rose
The aroma of a rose is sweeter than sugar in a cake with blood like petals that forming a magnificent rose. The touch of a rose is a furry feeling like a fluffy cat.
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