Poetry Week

I have enjoyed writing my own poetry. Here is my Emotion poem
Stress
Stress is the colour black like
rubbish bags being left outside all week.
 Stress is the tastes of being forts to eat horse poo.
It smells of flaming fire and smoke being breathed into your lungs.
Stress looks like your head is flickering and fluttering on fire.
Now do you want to see my pattern poem OK then here it is.
Ice cream
Milky, ice cream
frozen, milky,ice cream
sweet, frozen, milky,ice cream
creamy, sweet, frozen, milky, ice cream
glossy, creamy, sweet, frozen, milky, ice cream.