Lucy F 6E
a
ghostly scene
desolate,
lifeless, the sky clouded red as blood
eerie,
silent
the
wind the only sound, sweeping over a barren land
the
ochres and reds the only sights, stark against the sallow white of
dead trees.
life
has abandoned this place
drought
has enveloped it
shifting,
slipping sand dunes
ceaselessly
reforming
the
rocky sand around their base rough and dry.
heat
beating down, constant, relentless
pounding
down on the lonely waste
oppressive,
inescapable
the
feeble shadows providing no relief
an
evil place, ungodly, alien
desperate
for some relief
from
its plight
despair
is heavy in the burning air.
the
wind whispers its anger
at
the neglect and harshness of man
dead
land
Desert
landscape
James C 6E
The scorching desert is now lifeless
The soil and sand have been blown away
The sky is a fiery red
Everything has been abandoned
There is a sense of destruction
I feel as though there is evil lurking nearby
I feel isolated in the vast environment
I feel unwelcome here as well
I see distant sand dunes
I see a lifeless tree, just one sign of destruction
I don’t like this place dark and evil
It is a dark wasteland with a sense of death
The Tunnel
Ellen S
The
dark land lights up like a fiery flame,
A
sense of death passes by,
Lonely.
A
lost soul,
Buried in sadness,
Despair and sorrow,
Gloom is everywhere.
Harsh.
Vast land,
Never ending.
The
rusty red sky shadows the land,
Evil is watching.
The
hot sand is burning into an empty hole,
Waiting to trap its next victim,
The
tunnel to hell is waiting.
The Tree
Alex H 6E
Barren,
Lifeless,
Bleak and harsh,
The land speaks of years gone by,
Of scorching heat,
And deathly cold,
The tree remains,
In sands of gold.
It stands there on it’s rocky platform,
Bare and,
Raw and,
Dry and,
Worn,
Yet a message lives in this dreary land,
That revenge,
And anger are not so grand.
The
dusty desert
Hayasa T 6E
In
the dusty desert lies a
dead
gnarled
tree
Standing
Alone
Looking
into the
Bleak
scarlet sky
Clashing
with
the
shimmering
golden
sand
In
the middle
Waves
of white sand dunes
watch
years go past in
the
harsh desert
as
winds erode them.
But
the gnarled, lame
tree
Stands
up tall
Looking
into the bleak,
scarlet
sky
In
the heart of the unwelcoming,
dusty
desert
Wasteland Thoughts
Emilie D. 6E
In
this wasteland of humans
I
sit
Lonely,
disfigured.
Colours
surround me,
Brown,
black, yellow, grey.
In
my mind I close my eyes,
To
try and see through,
All
I see is grey fuzz
It
is hopeless.
Hills
of dust
I
squint, and see despair.
I
look up and see red
A
sky, polluted with bloodshed.
Sigh.
A
drought of happiness
Is
here.
Many
years before it rains
And
is repaired.
For
now we have to wait.
As
I lie here,
I
remember.
Fight.
Lots of red.
Shouting.
Destruction.
Peace,
but so angry,
This
is an unusual mix.
Bleak,
but this peace does not bother me.
This
is wrong, but I like it here.
I
will sit and wait
For
the day.
May
not survive
But
I am a tree,
Built
for this terrain,
It
will take
So
long.
The
tree that speaks
Jessica
H 6E
Out
in the desolate land of barren waste,
of
mountain-high dunes and parched ground;
lies
a tree in solitude and despair,
wrapped
in a blanket of eerie, ghostly white.
Though
crippled and dead in being,
this
tree holds meaning as sharp as knives.
This
figure holds both life and death,
from
hardships faced in despair of life,
to
decay in bleak death.
This
tree symbolises lifelessness,
and
the hollow land around.
All
in one the tree as all,
it
is death and war and wasteland;
as
well as drought and famine.
Anyone
who finds this tree
will
hear its noiseless cry.
Its
hidden meaning preserved
yet
shown to all that see.
The
Tree
Disfigured,
Lone,
Dead.
Desert
Elsa B 6E
I
dream about a desert,
Graceful,
intricate, elegant, curved.
I think about a
desert,
Dry, dusty,
arid, bleak.
I imagine a
desert,
Lone, solitary,
irregular, bizarre.
I know about a
desert,
Decaying,
gnarled, crippled, lifeless.
I am in the
desert,
Vast, long,
menacing, eerie.
Reminiscent of a
Dark Age.
I feel the
desert,
Torn,
destructed, ripped, crushed, raw,
And Beautiful.
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