Ghost

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I wrote this a like a year ago. There's parts I like, (mostly the beginning) and there are other parts I hate (near the end). So criticize away.

Ghost
She was pale as a ghost
Not burnt as most
Touched by a curse
That will haunt her to the hearse
Only one can bring her back to life
The one to whom she will become wife
Her starched white hair
As her skin is fair
She searches for the one
Who will make the cruse undone
She died in her home
And no one had known
But her spirit was released
To rest in final peace
To be accepted as a ghost
With her holy host
Here the curse is lifted
As she becomes gifted
With love and happiness
In the world of angels




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"One" and "Undone" do not rhyme.
"Home" and "Known"--eh, borderline--but it still doesn't rhyme.
"Released" and "Peace" do not rhyme.
"Happiness" and "Angels" do not rhyme
and "Touched by a curse
That will haunt her to the hearse" is very forced.

I'm sorry, but the rhyming scheme has practically destroyed this poem. Next time, use rhymezone.com. Or better, use your imagination and ditch rhyming for awhile.
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Two words: No rhyming. :D Please, yours always turns out so much better when rhyming... disappears? Whatever. I'm tired and I didn't like the rhyming. :( I liked the words behind the rhyme, but not the rhyme. You understand...
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She died in her home
And no one had known


Instead of the last line 'And no one had known' Maybe you could write 'She had no one' it might add more of a beat. Overall i think your poem was okay. :)
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