Inner Fire (poem) by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on March 17, 2016

I believe we tend to remember our disappointments and all of our struggles more than our triumphs...
Love we carry within our hearts from
past loves to present. We loved each one differently and yet the same, Belle.
Beautiful words from a beautiful lady!

Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on March 14, 2016

AMEN! YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, MY FRIEND...YOU ARE A SPIRIT! COVERED WITH STUFF THAT ONE DAY WILL ALL DISAPPEAR BUT YOU, SPIRIT, WILL LIVE ON! I UNDERSTAND THIS WORK COMPLETELY AND I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH IT, FOR I DARE TO CALL THAT 'INNER FIRE'...ALMIGHTY GOD, OUR CREATOR!!! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on February 29, 2016

"the fire of hope and expectation yet burns hot in my soul"
Ever the optimist....

~W~

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on February 28, 2016

To ignite the inner fire of another is to love with incomparable selflessness and passion, to give all you are for the needs of another's life is a voyage of the heart. Know this love and blessing from another and give thanks, give them your honest love, all of it in return.

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on February 28, 2016

I am so glad when someone has such a love as you have so well related to us here

Reviewed by Michael Jones

Reviewed on February 27, 2016

People who love us help bring out the best in us! That Queen and warrior inside is free, La Belle Rouge; now that you are free, be You! A great write very inspirational, thank you! Peace!!!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 26, 2016

Wow! Once again, your words beguile me with your vivid description of emotion and feeling. The device here is to show the dwindling of passion caused by aging, rekindled by a steadfast and powerful love. So beautifully done that one cannot deny your ability as a writer. Kudos.

Ron

Reviewed by Duke LaRance

Reviewed on February 26, 2016

If time is infinite, why does mine have an end to it? "there is nothing significant" -- sometimes I think I am irrelevant in my dotage....

duke

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

You have paid tribute to the passionate fire of love in a fine manner through your verses here, Belle. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

A touching declaration. 'You' must be well pleased with the honesty. r

Reviewed by Dadfire

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

Johnny and June would have love this one.
Dan

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

Indeed, much more than a ghost, judging from the force of this poetry. There are some wonderful, startling images and a frank honesty that is impressive. I read your poem very carefully, not wishing to miss a word or nuance. I am glad I did. Many thanks for sharing this intense poem. John

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

I relate, Belle, completely relate.
We can live our lives without really
feel the passion that we feel when
it suddenly takes over out thought,
bodies and way of life. My, my yes
indeed and it is the most wonderful
feel we have ever had, or hope to have.

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

That is perfect.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on February 25, 2016

Bless the "fire" burning inside you. Your gratitude shines through in this write. Thank you.

Love ya!

Jane