Candle Poems - Poems about Candle

Inspired to share my knowledge, Dedicated to teach with courage, I gave my service with all my heart— In my students' lives, I played an important part. Three decades of guiding the young, These are my riches, the songs I’ve sung. I may be a candle burning low, But the light I gave will always glow. Proud to shape each growing mind, And when...

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When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk, I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago, Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me. I will dedicate an...

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People count the years by candles and quiet tears. The twenties, they say, are when we wait for the first cry from a miracle just learning to breathe. But some of us, like me, never quite grow up. Peter Pan weeps each time the rain brushes my shoulders. I come alive again only in fleeting moments, like the string that’s slipped from a flying kite. Just days ago, that child stirred...

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Kindness is a candle a flame ablaze in the heart Its glow lights up a face ~ never be it erased ...

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Candle glow at midnight The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles and bolts and lines But just as before The circle ends Four corners behind And I'm scrambling again for another key I plead the glow as I– Well, do I cherish my existence once more? Foot taps to the humming Blood rushing under my skin I'm thrown to...

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Candle Opera Have you ever taken time out to look up at the stars? They shine bright from afar. Seeing light dancing at night. Feeling spiritually grateful all the time. Looking up, counting your blessings. Through an orchestra, the wind is singing. Guidance along the path. Growing old, time goes by fast. Reach out and...

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The candle trusted the flame, So warm, so near, so bright. It leaned into the dance of fire, Believing it was light. But love that flickers, fierce and fast, Can scorch what seeks to stay. Now wax runs down like falling tears, The flame still sways, while the candle melts away. Soon the flame too will burn out, For after we consume others, So are we...

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Dear Future Generations, The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine. He was still pouting when...

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a wax tear formed on redwood heart in the dark yet lit by many a candle wick my dry eyes wet acapella soars blood sweat tears adorns welled up wall to wall ascent hearts rent and bound in grief silent, deafening defeating lies spurs on healing stoked by perspective straight candlesticks proud, on fire a Holy Spirit spire ...

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(Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5) Out, out, brief candle—flicker, fade, A tiny light in life’s grand parade. For life’s but a wisp, a fleeting flare, A moment’s breath in the cosmic air. We light our candles, then they die, In the blink of an eye, we sigh. But what if life’s not a race to chase, But simply a candle in a cluttered...

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A single candle can light thousands other candles before it burns itself destroying even the smallest darkness....

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Flames flickered as the candle’s light Touched the chilling breath of night Shadows danced around with no sound Bottle of ink filled with nightshade Sleeps under the moonlight A quill soft as a dream is held by a figure half immersed in darkness Waiting for the elixir of thoughts As the clock struck twelve With great haste the figure dips the...

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I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time, My world collapses around me like a house of cards struck by the wind, I need an outstretched hand to help me bear the overwhelming pain, To soothe my soul tormented by waves of sadness that drown me in silence. I drown in an ocean of...

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I find my hands are dripping - With the wax of my emotion. And yet I lie here waiting - In the pool of my devotion. How could i know this fervor - From flame who melts my candle - If I wait to jump at grandeur, A heat fresher than I can handle. The wise can't act by chance, So they must not...

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In the depths of sorrow, could it be love learns no more, for in a reluctant release of a love cast spell, could It be a shadow dancing upon the weary wind that slowly dies with the setting sun A lone candle flicker as one poet writes .... ...

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