in

One… two…many…

The flagrant fire seared her psyche,

Waiting was no longer a choice,

The serpentine road was spiky,

The flagrant fire seared her psyche.

She rode the jagged waves, quaky,

 Harnessing the power of her voice,

The flagrant fire seared her psyche,

Waiting was no longer a choice.

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The flagrant fire seared her psyche

She mourned the arbitrary lines

Wishful thinking was a bane

She stood up, took a stand

Brunt of barbs she bore

Others followed

Fellowmen

In tune

Roared!

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I have tried to use a triolet (an eight line poem that uses the rhyme scheme ABaAabAB) and a nonet (a nine line poem, that starts with nine syllables in the first line and ends with one syllable in the last line). Please let me know if the combination works.

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