3 lined poems (not haikus)

ahh, this was the other part of my sister's homework she and i did. it was a 3 lined poem. it was from the book Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft and it's on page 14. the format is:

1st Line: Consists of an abstraction, plus a verb, plus a place.
2nd Line: Describes attire
3rd Line: Summarizes an action

mine:

Thirst cries from within throats, echoed through large mounds
Covered with only thin, tattered rags
As they crossed through the mountainous piles of sand

Jealousy fills her heart in an empty side of the room
Bearing a dress that feels no more beauty
She runs out before her eyes are fully green

Fear makes your spine shiver in a dark, cold room
Clothed in thin, ripped wardrobe, you shiver
The banging on the door continues, while you hide in a tight corner

Descriptions:

1st One:
There is a group of travellers who go through the neverending desert. They long for water but continue to walk through, ignoring their desire.

2nd One:
A girl whom is dressed in beautiful clothing, no longer feels her own amount of beauty when she wasn't isn't covered by crowds of adoring admirers/people at a party. Her envy gets the better of her while she runs away, still feeling jealous of the person who got the crowds' attention. (She was basically just jealous that no one was surrounding her even though she was pretty)

3rd One:
A person is trapped in a dark room with no furnitures or items in it. The person, already scared out of his/her wits, hears the banging on the metal door. He/she realizes that the banging was from the one who trapped him/her in the room, and proceeds to hide in the corner, hoping that the banging will disappear.

I like.
Short and sweet, your descriptions are great but in a way, I found them enjoyable to read as extensions of each other from 1st to 3rd. After all the great thing about all forms of writing is that the reader creates the best images for themselves.

Ima post some of my own =]

In the house you speak of forgotten tales whispering sweet nothings
In clothes fit for no king and make a poor man ponder
As you laugh upon a chair as you watch your grandchildren run

Swirls of insanity beating at the inside of your mind
Wear you like a coat with no respect for who you are
As the knife in your hand eats its way into your stomach

Joy filled beakers in a land faraway singing tales of victory
Washes over your bear skin coat covering you in lime like dreams
While you walk shivering in the cold

Four harbingers of change, melting into shadows
Entire forms one with the darkness
Hinges break, guns fire, and the world shifts

Life is foolish; the man fell into darkness.
The man wore simple clothes, average in every way.
But still he fell and fell; and then he climbed back up.

Dancing in the rithm of death , spining the blades of agony , into the halls of pleasure
Makeshifting inside the mist , leaving the human body scatered to the ground
Bending her flawd soul , seeking for improvement she trains

It's been a year
This makes me shed a tear
How you could perform such necromancy is quite unclear

Too much win.

as i fall to my doom i cry for help;
instead of helping she just says, "Die";
nearing my end, all i ask is... "why?"