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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 8 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 8 months ago

Hi, there

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