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.