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Poems About: FIRE

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  • 85.
    Fire-Time

    He walked toward her
    a fire-stick in his hand
    and spoke softly.
    'This is fire read more »

    Lonnie Hicks
  • 86.
    Fire (Lyrics)

    One, two
    One, two, three
    Alright
    Now dig this trash, baby read more »

    Satan's Sibling
  • 87.
    Amber Glow

    Amber Glow

    Red and yellow painted leaves
    hang idly within the trees read more »

    Wesley Mincin
  • 88.
    Playing With Fire

    Fire is wild
    And cannot be tamed,
    Do not be tempted
    To play with the fire. read more »

    Timothy Venard
  • 89.
    Summer Noon


    Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,
    and fire made solid in the flinty stone,
    thick-massed or scattered pebble, fire that fills read more »

    Christopher John Brennan
  • 90.
    Fire In Mountain

    Come and see
    Fire in my heart
    Could you see!

    Forget the fire read more »

    gajanan mishra
  • 91.
    Fire and Fire

    Entire earth is on fire
    You are on this earth-fire
    Stay here with care.

    Fire and fire read more »

    gajanan mishra
  • 92.
    Sitting by the Fire

    I'm sitting by the fire
    My feet are warm and my body is tingling
    My hair is blowing through the breeze
    The fire glows intensely with embers bursting read more »

    Nicole Mead
  • 93.
    SMD break poem alliteration

    Seven rays escape from the suns of Saturn
    scattering sacrificial beats

    Little girls running into furnace basement fires read more »

    Steven Adelman
  • 94.
    Fire Burns

    Fire burns red and hot, inside and out
    Some ignore it while others shout
    It can be used for good or for ill
    Used to save or used to kill read more »

    Aric Beers
  • 95.
    Letters Of Fire

    Every letter is fire
    Every sentence is a river
    Full of fire
    Flowing deep into the sky read more »

    Ershad Mazumder
  • 96.
    Fire in the Heavens

    Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,
    and fire made solid in the flinty stone,
    thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire that fills
    the breathless hour that lives in fire alone. read more »

    Christopher John Brennan
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