Friday, 8 April 2016

Onomatopoeia Poetry

Rumbling Earth, Crumbling Classes

The ground rumbles beneath our feet,
as buildings crumble.
With fear in their walls,
they are crushed with a deafening crunch.
Clash, clatter and clang are the only sounds heard across the awestruck crowd.
Buildings fall to the ground with a bang.
Murmuring student trying to find their class,
left behind to watch the chaos unfold.
Wood and steel crumple like paper with a crunch.
Then with a satisfying crash a crate arrives to take them away with to their final resting place.

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