Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Playing With Fire

In the hearth of my Heart there burns a torch,
While a furnace blasts inside my brain
A stove on which my Soul is scorched-
Pyre that kindles in dying flames

No Hell is hotter than my ire-
A searing heat, charring desire
Glowing embers, the blaze I enter
(Nothing more could fuel my fire!)

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Robin Davis January 18, 2014 at 9:57 PM Chan The Man Did someone take a dose of anger and violence before writing this one. LOL This is some powerful words and meaning. < cowers in the corner afraid of Chan > HEE HEE Thanks for the great comment on my Destroyed Your Life poem. Hugs and Love Sweet Pea Just That Archaic Poet January 19, 2014 at 7:37 AM Thanks for dropping by, Sweet Pea <3

Andrea Dietrich October 10, 2013 at 10:46 PM Like this one too.trying to see if I can find a poem that has a topic I would really love to write about!! Just That Archaic Poet October 11, 2013 at 7:40 AM I'm definitely not a poet for the masses. I hope you do find one you like; I know it won't be easy. Thanks for the read and review :)

Mustapha Mohammed September 27, 2013 at 9:33 PM Impressive write Archaic. It seems that I have quite a lot of catching up to do on your work. My job doesn't allow me to be here if not at all these days. Have a great weekend ahead my friend. Just That Archaic Poet September 28, 2013 at 9:46 AM No problem at all, my friend; my poetry isn't going anywhere lol. Thanks for the kind words. Don't work too hard, and hope you have a wonderful weekend, also :)

Karen Anglesey September 27, 2013 at 9:40 AM Excellent imagery and well written verses that ignite the intended emotion. Just That Archaic Poet September 27, 2013 at 11:43 AM How do I love thee? Let me count the ways ;)

Don Johnson September 26, 2013 at 6:38 PM the torch of the tormenter... great rhyme here :} well done.... Just That Archaic Poet September 27, 2013 at 9:17 AM Thanks, Don; I appreciate the read and review. I enjoyed your work as well :)

Sara Kendrick September 26, 2013 at 5:52 PM Passionate work..Enjoyed reading this eve..Thanks for the comment in the reply area..Sara Just That Archaic Poet September 26, 2013 at 6:02 PM Thank so much, Sara, and you are most welcome :)

Joseph Matose September 26, 2013 at 12:14 PM YOU GOTTA STOP PLAYING WITH FIRE! THIS FIRE IS REALLY HOT! WHAT A CLEAR DESCRIPTION OF IRE. HOPE NOBODY KINDLED YOUR IRE! JM Just That Archaic Poet September 26, 2013 at 2:05 PM I had a fit of rage just yesterday, which is what inspired this piece. I'm a lunatic when I'm that angry. I'm happy to hear that you think the description of ire is clear. I appreciate the read and review :)

Gerald Kithinji September 26, 2013 at 12:06 PM A lovely conflagration! Just That Archaic Poet September 26, 2013 at 2:14 PM Hi, Gerald; thanks for dropping by and for the read and review. I had to look up the definition for "conflagration", so thanks for teaching me a new word today; I appreciate that :)