Fire Enflame

by Rachel   Mar 2, 2006


Morning creep coming out
Glass is hot, shining stout.

Twisting flame inside my head,
Drinking down the sorrow dead.

Wonderful vibrant shades of blue
Souls they wish to renew.

Dancing, crying, laughing so,
Hearts and ferns the heavens grow.

Gradually the trees begin a frown,
The winds, they turn wearing their crown.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    I thought the flow of this poem was pretty cool and the rhyming was brillant, but I had a hard time getting your point of the poem. First you talk about the morning, then surpressing sorrow, ect, I just don't quite get it. Maybe sometime you could clarify for me just because it seems like a good piece of work and I want to give it the rating it deserves.

    -Tainted Mikochan

  • 18 years ago

    by Jackie Marie

    I really loved how you gave the objects in your poem so much life.

    Gradually the trees begin a frown,
    The winds, they turn wearing their crown.

    I really liked that about your poem. 5/5 good job hunn*

  • 18 years ago

    by Bridgette

    Really really good! 5/5**

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