Candle Poems - Poems about Candle

...Diagnosis I am sick, I forgot my life, I haven’t that, never been Never been, it’s strange, is life evil? No. Psychology Psychology, evil science, I don’t like it, I need my life I need my li......Read the rest...

...I hold on the fig upon the tree, it cannot fall too far from it if I were to pull upon it, surely it will not stay in tranquility, as I hold it in my bear hands, I know it feels what I feel I ha......Read the rest...

...Each goldfish is like a birthday candle of flickering fins; or under-water sparkles of sunlit sugar sprinkled, trickled, rippled. My face is staring over the pond; they gather for party bags......Read the rest...

...You come to me, palpable, The way a candle flickers When the air is stirred, A vague mirage, a sense Of metaphysical existence But here, nevertheless, A wondering sensation one never forgets ......Read the rest...

...In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought, Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries, Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song, The grea......Read the rest...

...HowIwish,"SoMeOne",noticed. Dandelion they call them here, Candle light lay,fall Sam sincere. He told me that I am it, ,,She sold-.she..", cat I lie Sam: ,, rid of it". Me, fold, see rat......Read the rest...

...In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not ex......Read the rest...

...In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls, Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears The other, a vicious shadow......Read the rest...

...Come here my dear and don't you fear. It's time to take a lick. I'm serving up a tasty treat of mortals o a stick.. Their brains I stew in cow pooh, throw in a candle wick, then add one utte......Read the rest...

...Every solution has a backfield motion the night sky is a erstwhile copy Minstrels came a dancing love is a past ideal the bells honour the hour yet the first candle will not bloom whose breath......Read the rest...

...A guide suspended by the thread of time offers itself, Where the soul clothes us in garments of flesh and beginnings. The filigree of words breathes on the parchment of eternity, intertwines, Spea......Read the rest...

... It’s barbaric thorns rip and shred Screaming without a whisper Every lead meanders to a frayed not Scratching and scraping the numb Drowning on the air Kneeling as it command me to stand S......Read the rest...

...The meadows are charmed and filled with delight. Presently steeped in the darkness of night The cool air is warmed as a new day has begun. She peeps over the horizon, hail praise to the s......Read the rest...

...The days were brighter then, When without the slightest effort, I’d succeed in making a good impression. Now it seems no one knows me to be “good”, How will they? I’ve hardly provided any proof I......Read the rest...

...Deep November, a shallow time, nonetheless. The snow is high packed with a cryogenic amnesia. Not yet dawn, a sunken bed muffles rising thoughts. An eyelash of cognizance flits across thawin......Read the rest...