Get Your Premium Membership

3 Candles

3 great women in ur life,
three candlesticks sent to bring u 
lite,
show u were u r in life and where u 
cld
be,
if u listen u can hear em whispher,
cheering u on as u journey thru da 
darknes,
listen to ur angels, u thot they were 
just
candles?
I gues that cld explain the way u
handeled em
even when their tears like wax tried 
to warn u with their burn, u were 
stil a fool
with a prize he did nt earn,
u lost 1 ( 1 candle dies)
2 great women in ur life,
2 candlesticks sent to bring u lite,
show u were u r in life and where u 
cld be,
if u listen u can hear em shouting,
cheering u on as u journey thru da
darknes,
listen to ur angels, u thot they were 
just
candles? Life has u in its snare, 
unforgivingly its
stares,
its nt as bright as it was before bt u 
can
stil c, soldier on,u can make it 
through
the rain..
The rain? Wat of those that light ur 
path
u 4got ur angels
u didnt c ur world grow darker u 
didnt
protect or cradle
the rain just stole a candle
u lost 2( another candle dies) 1 
great woman in ur life,
one candlestick sent to bring u lite,
show u were u r in life and where u 
cld
be,
if u listen u can hear her screaming,
cheering u on as u journey thru da 
darknes,
listen to ur angel, she is more than 
jus a
candle..
Ur world is so much darker
u hold her closer as she flickers
pause to take a picture ( flash) its 
good u finaly c her worth
bt no candle lasts foreva
as u get to that finish line
she gives her final ray of light
u thank her with a kiss so lite, and 
finaly
embrace the night, u r home and 
so is she..
(Final canndle dies)
THE END

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry