It was a gruesome night my home was torched with fire
Streaking down my cheek a salted tear of deep desire
For everything I loved and cherished was detained inside
All my medals and trophies in which I took great pride
But worst of all my family died inside there
Now their ashes are blown onto every carpeted stair
How did I get out of that flaming prison, how did I do it
My sister died in the kitchen where the fire was lit
My mom, dad and brother all died in their bed
My pets, cat and dog are both now stone dead
My whole shingled roof was completely burned down
As I stand on my lawn as fire trucks come from the town
So all of this has happened that I just cant handle
All because my mother forgot to blow out a candle
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Written March 14th, 2005
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Hey!Great poem I have to agree with Razors you are a poet. I love the flames in the background they really go with the poem and also I wish you great luck in the future.
Darkdog -
I loved the central image of the flames! This was a great write. I dont usually focus on writing one type of poem like a sonnet because i feel restricted however you showed me you arent restricted if you know what you are doing. I have only experimented with ronduletts and i felt restricted. But you werent you said everything and abided by the laws of a sonnet. Wonderful job. It made me feel the fire. A great write. Keep writing.
Darling, Dearest, Dead.
lidi -
Thanks for the kind words Razors and yes i love writing sonnets
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Smokin'
A Sonnet! Very well done Tiffer. I liked the easy rythm you kept up. Great use of metaphor and your images were strong! You are a poet...no doubt abot it!
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