Outono
Vestido de ouro
De vermelho
De laranja
Cores quentinhas.
Outono
Das folhas ficarem secas,
Das árvores ficarem sem as folhas,
Das folhas ficarem sem cor,
Das árvores ficarem tristes.
Outono
Dos casacos quentinhos,
Dos gorros na cabeça,
Dos cachecóis ao pescoço,
De nos protegermos do frio.
Mas o Outono não deixa de ser uma bela estação.
Vestido de ouro
De vermelho
De laranja
Cores quentinhas.
Outono
Das folhas ficarem secas,
Das árvores ficarem sem as folhas,
Das folhas ficarem sem cor,
Das árvores ficarem tristes.
Outono
Dos casacos quentinhos,
Dos gorros na cabeça,
Dos cachecóis ao pescoço,
De nos protegermos do frio.
Mas o Outono não deixa de ser uma bela estação.
Joana Guereiro-6ºA nº15
6 comentários:
o poema ta muito giro
gostei imenso do teu poema
Adriana Baptista Nº3 6ºA
o poema sobre o outono está lindo, folhas a cair meu e coisas assim. né .
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calteb outono meu bão gosto do otono detestp mas o texto está fixe . desculpa a quilo que eu disse eu ás bezes sou cá um parvalhao!
o outono é lindo de morrrrrrrrrrrrrerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr pá! euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu adorrrroooooo111111!!!!!!!!1.
chao amore até nuca, vemo-nos no outono, outono tá bem amor!
ta bué de fixe o teu poema! E também tens muito jeito para andebol!
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