The Struggling Vines

Hello! I wrote this poem yesterday. I hope you like it! I tried to make a drawing to help explain the poem a bit, and I know it isn’t too good, but still, here it is. So here goes my poem:
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I was playing cricket
When suddenly the ball smashed
Against my neighbour’s window
But I didn’t want to get bashed!

So gingerly I climbed
Over the garden fence
To retrieve my cricket ball
But some danger did I sense.

The flowers weren’t smiling
The leaves didn’t tingle.
No hint of sound was their
Not even a single.

Suddenly the green v ines
Which crept up the creepy wall
Suddenly started growing
Longer and further tall.

THE JADE TENRILS SLASHED OUT
UPON MY BODY AND I SCREAMED!
But what difference did it make?
The vines just evilly gleamed.

The green ropes of leaves
Just clutched around my face
And alas! I defied my wish
And died in scary disgrace.

As I choked, the vines
Splattered liquid on me
And some consciousness
Did I begin to see!

The I opened my sight
And saw Mamma’s carring eyes
Telling me to wake up
From the nightmarish lies.

I hugged her tight happily
“Oh mom, you do not know
How glad I am to have you!”
And my tears began to flow.
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Unicorn

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Unicorn

A creature so beautiful
With deep piercing eyes
Head to back a mauve mane
Does smoothly rise.
White skin with pinkish tinge
And softly padded feet
So kind and friendly to innocent souls
Though to enemies quite discreet.
Slender muscles yet so strong
A very brave and courageous mind
This wondrous benevolent individual
In the fairy tales we can find.
But don’t lose heart my friend
You may think fairy tales aren’t real
But keep looking inside yourself
It’s still there, you’ll feel.
And when your head rests upon the pillow
You go to the princess castle so grand
You’ll meet the mesmerising being
Grazing round the grassy land.
Yes, you’ll see the unicorn!
Its whinny so pure and light!
You mount upon and then you shall
On it set high up flight.
Those strong muscles to run on land
Now soar through pearly clouds
You’ll be the one and only in
The sky’s cool windy crowds.
You’ll throw your hands in utter delight
And your brave yet compassionate friend
Shall smile wisely and with a laugh
More joy to you will send.
You’ll ride and enjoy with Unicorn
Until the sky hues purple and yellow
When suddenly you hear a shout:
WAKE UP, YOU SLEEPY FELLOW!
And you’ll wake up to reality
Your mum shaking you awake
But you’ll know the unicorn exists
And is not and never will be fake.

My Book Of Poetic Beauty

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My Book Of Poetic Beauty

My book of poetic beauty
Is not a bunch of rhymes
‘Tis the book of my best achievements
And the book of my darkest crimes

My book of poetic beauty
Is not straw to gold
‘Tis just my feelings to words
And I’d like them to be told.

My book of poetic beauty
Is not book of bustle ‘n’ hastle
‘Tis the book of my thoughts, goals and dreams
Which form my soul’s poetic castle.

My book of poetic beauty
Has no end nor a start
It ain’t a book at all
But my beloved mind and heart.