Its a bit late, but here's a poem I wrote for Bonfire Night - what thinks you?

Bonfire Night



Smell this smoke that is my breath

Feel the flame that is my blood

Taste this heat that is my heart

Feed my hunger with your wood



Touch the ash that is my spit

Hear my fingers scrape the sky

Let my blaze fuse your face

See my tongue tease poor Guy



(Look now how I make him sigh

Make him cry, make him fry

Chase the devil from his eye

He is mine and he shall die!)



Screech your rockets to the stars

Crack your candles, spin your wheels

Breathe my colour, drink my vapour

Now you know how burning feels



Watch me dance and wave and sing

And remember oh remember

How I roared and soared and scorched

Before I sleep within my ember.

Its a bit late, but here's a poem I wrote for Bonfire Night - what thinks you?
Dang i became your fan last time with your one poem about the dead lady. But now i might be one of your biggest fans! You should really consider writing these down and submitting them into contest and things like that!!!
Reply:I think you have a lot of talent here.You spoke from the fires point of view.I could just image the fire talking to me.Continue writing poetry.You have style.I enjoyed this poem very much.

Ladybug
Reply:Not bad, drolls on a little bit however, nice safe emotion, non-risky which is a downer I have to admit, overall well done.

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