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I don't consider myself to be a poet by any means, but here is a poem that I wrote recently:

The Firebird

The Distraction of the Firebird became an Addiction
With every flap of the Firebird’s Wings, the Blaze spread
Every thought, every breath, every second: Consumed

The Emerald slits of the Firebird’s tired eyes Penetrate
Painfully piercing multiple points; Heart; Lungs; Others
Every glance, every blink, every flash:  Captivated

The Fine line of the Firebird’s lips is intensely Misleading
Caressing lightly or with determination; equally Intoxicating
Every movement, every touch, every kiss: Compelled

The Distraction of the Firebird became an Addiction
With every flap of the Firebird’s Wings, the Blaze spread
Every thought, every breath, every second: Consumed

I don't know exactly what this should be called, but I call it a metaphor:

I stood there, next to the pool, the brilliant sun scorching my pale, exposed skin.  The burning penetrated my cheeks, shoulders, back and arms.  I ran my finger tips along the crystal surface, allowing the cool, refreshing water to draw me in.  I lowered myself into the shallow end, again welcoming the crisp water as it embraced my feet, legs and hips.  My burning skin instantly felt the relief and I was tempted to dive completely under, but I wanted to take it slowly. 

Much sooner than anticipated, my body adjusted to the cool temperature of the water, the shallow end no longer satisfied and I was drawn further into the pool.  The water rose past my midsection, my chest and shoulders.  Involuntarily, I began to tread water as my toes could no longer stretch to the bottom.  The burning had ceased, but a new ache was forming as the water in the pool began to sway back and forth, overwhelming me, taking away all sense of control.  I remained like that, treading and begging the once treasured water, not to drown me.