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fixed verse – it's not a curse

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Fire

Why do I want you so damn bad?
You really make me squirm.
My innards rip apart in fire.
With just a single look from you,
My soul is set to burn.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Alfred Noyes, T. S. Eliot, Lewis Carroll, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth, William Blake, Seamus Heaney, Robert Herrick

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judyanne

judyanne

12 years 11 months ago

great iambic

and the tetrameter/trimeter mix works great - especially the extra tetrameter..

is this a particular form? tell me if you know the name of it - or is it one you thought up? lol in which case we'll have to name it 'the rhiannon'...

good write - the meter helps in making the pace of urgency the words convey

love judy
xxx

introvert

introvert

12 years 11 months ago

Hi, there

Its like you saw my heart and wrote this. I love it.