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Best Poems About / On FIRE
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Be my saviour
I run like hell
Seeing nothing anymore
Tears blur my vision
There is nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
I feel the heat of the fire
Breathing on my neck
I cant get back
I cant get away
No fire department to call
Baby will you try to find me?
Then I will be alright
Then I will be out of reach of the flames
Dont you turn your back on me
Because then the fire will finally breathe me in
Leaving me as ashes to ashes
So will you be there
And be my saviour?
Melissa Koeman
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autumn
Summer sun already asleep,
But what is strange that the trees covered with fire
With bright red fire out of leaves,
As if they where full of love and desire.
But too bad, that look isnt true
Lonely rain have been crying all night,
Heavy clouds were floating above
Putting pressure with all their might.
Summer sun already asleep,
But what is strange that the trees covered with fire
Violent, cruel, strong, mean wind,
Tear the warm colors with great wicked admire.
snejana novosedlova
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winter love
when it begins to get cold
and the snow begins to fall
love shines like pure gold
cuddled together by the coals
watching movies
playing board games
patching up the memories
you will never be bored
for true love
is a fire
the core of your heart
just keep that fire hot
soon when winter ends
the fire might come to an end
and you will always remember that winter
even in the light of summer
Jason Lovelace
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Nightmares in the Dream Realm
I'm doing well with tales to tell
From not so distant lands
I've a soul to sell but dont fancy hell
So I'll keep it in my hands.
Maybe I'll share a little but
Never with the devil that stirs
Nightmares in the dream realm,
Yet to keep you warm I would
Run the fires of hell, as Prometheus
Stealing fire from the Gods I would
Run, carrying the flames of the sun
To keep you warm from the cold.
But would you allow it or would
You strive into fire by your own accord?
David Lacey
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