Spitting fireA Poem by The High PoetA very short poem, I wrote when I was mad about something or another. By the end of it I felt much better. Funny how putting your pen to paper can make you feel better :)
Spitting Fire
Spitting fire from his lips Like a cannon sinking ships The fire comes from deep below Pushed down too long, for it did grow For when it finally showed its face All I'm left with is my disgrace To hell and back I did go Now it is time to grow
© 2009 The High PoetAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 11, 2009 Last Updated on March 14, 2009 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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