Best Candelabras Poems
Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the
sweet, affected
laughter of our friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle, yes! We dazzle
with our mirrors, and our decals,
our precious art, and plaster,
exotic candelabras,
but I can't wait to make my
exit to wander in the gardens
and let the scented air restore
my soul
To get completely
lost in moonlight and
fragrance of the night
never to return,
to that balcony, nor
endure, the boring empty twitter
that temporary glitter.
I can barely wait till daylight to
mount my noble horse
and gallop miles and miles
and miles away.
To feel the solid earth resound
beneath his flying feet.
I have crossed that fragile threshold
into madness.
I can no longer be a Duchess
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
candelabras, fantasy, farewell, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music
Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered fingers
roaming ivory slivers bleeding
out of tune syncopation
Unheard choruses
in three quarter sadness
wasted on black and white keys
played long after
the lid was closed
on our love
Where is that sustain pedal
when you need it?
Categories:
candelabras, music, sad,
Form:
Free verse
At the Parisian Ball
wrapped in finest gowns
of virgin-snow, sugar-rose
and washed-out pistachio pastels
The hour-glass shapes
with tied narrow waists
waltzed with gallant men
togged up in midnight-dusk tails.
Victorian ladies in frilly petticoats
and gossamer laces
swirled in delicate silks
Lifting their pretty faces
to crystal candelabras
to ceilings'baroque paintings
and to the chattering sounds
of the gathering crowds.
From the half-opened pantry door
She listened to the music
which played melodically all night.
In her simple black dress
nude stockings,white apron and cap
Solo,She danced,with the light of the moon
which was glowing so bright.
Her slender hips swayed
in a flirtatious curve
Wishing...Dreaming
to get a glimpse of his world.
Through the mirror on the wall
She saw him standing tall
As he danced with his noble mademoiselle
Through the mirror on the wall
He saw her standing small
He caught her reflection
young love and affection
Yet,He kept standing there.
She swore She could feel it
The longing,the feeling...
It was written all over his eyes
He never got closer
His princedom can't own her
But She knows She's the one
She is that little star
which keeps falling so softly
in his cold vacant skies.
Categories:
candelabras, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Des Nuits d'Amour
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
05/01/2023
Categories:
candelabras, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Tiptoeing inside an entrance that held
unknown mysteries of a slain clan,
draped photographs flickered with
low-lit candelabras of Halloween eve.
I ran up the steps as my heels
cracked on through a nightfall's twirl ...
the moon quivering like a ghoul's shadow
while rotten windows banged!
And the door reeled of odor around walls,
sipping the pungent air that hindered
my echoes from squeaking heavily
among a pile of crushed leaves.
Interior bleakness brought more dread
as tendrils of red mould hanged on cobwebs
dripping like spurts of blood...alone,
I turned to leave: my skirt rushing away
from the ancient house and its eerie view.
Glancing at the ruined structure
from a distance, fallen grasses
seemed to blink: my disheveled hair
meshing on a ripped treat- o- trick basket
as I quickly escaped, panting
into the thick fog without a candle in the mist.
Your Own Favorite Halloween Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Categories:
candelabras, horror, house,
Form:
Free verse
Synthemesc candelabras ache hyacinth desire till woven floors
macabre phoenix grown on veiled crucible vines, dragonflies now
inhabit counter-clocks I've forgotten seer dust ponders hewn salamandrine fire
as a wish to eradicate all a wish denies, You've lost your chance
well I've lost it in the mirror.
I slipped you a talking pill
spearing sun vistas’ translucent din hails those darkest clotted wings
in Babel’s way, so get out of my way, into the waste or into the waves?
Night’s volcanic window-sill maze flattens—castaways untowards sine-greaves’ Latin.
I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
bellowing at my helm, unaware
that electricity is a sound I share
my unseen body, your shadow, our mezzanine Jericho
shattering in the mirror, drear-dreaming diadem go ahead I’ve lost it,
edelweiss that reads my mind the crimson oars shall never find
nor color’s death: a smiling, stilled lake.
I slip on an unwritten will.
Categories:
candelabras, longing, mirror, surreal, time,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The wedding date was set
December you bet
The fifteenth was their great plan
All stained-glass window sills
Poinsettias thrills
Candelabras glowing stand
Pink, green, and burgundy
Pink roses artfully
In boutineers for young man
The bride and groom's love shone
As pictures snapped time flown
The end came for camera's span
The couple on their way
Handsome groom did repay
Rose given mom by leading man
Finis'
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: Getting Married At Christmas
Written: December 02, 2013
Categories:
candelabras, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
It's your birthday, December twenty first
make a wish
let the candelabras burn an inch
something precious
in the morning, evening kiss
you've always longed for.
Pray beneath the mistletoe, adorned
grab your popcorn
the couch besides the window looks so grand
take a peek
with a smack of lips on buttery fingers, *prang!*
there goes the earthly orb.
Park your derriere mid-chew
enjoy
the riots, panicked, raving loons
peering out
with that last piece of popcorn in your mouth
hear those shouts
that the world is ending
breathe the fumes
the flames are sending
see the crowds of mental patients cry
the morning after
the
disaster sends the paranoia hangover *High!*
of a cityscape in shreds
sirens resonating with your bed
a good book to send yourself to dream,
it was your birthday today
and you got to listen to the lunatics scream.
Categories:
candelabras, birthday, death, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
I will see you again in Death
Close to the crumbled Kingdom,
As the wind moans with a mouthful of ashes
And oceans reek of radiated whales
I will see you again in Death
As the wind moans with a mouthful of ashes
There may be fallen angels at my side
And candelabras burning blood
And numbers painted in soot on my chest---
It could be 6 or it could be 7
I will see you again in Death
Running from a blue-black horse
When trumpets prevail over shrieks
And moonlight breaks like communion bread.
We enter life a curse of Eve
Skinned by sin and fashioned in doom,
While hearts pump a rhythmic evil,
And thoughts race to finish fast in mischief,
But I will see you again in Death
At the crossroads of Narrow and Wide,
Where good could only mean luck
And I on my destined fate do mount,
I will see you again in Death.
Categories:
candelabras, spiritual, symbolism, world,
Form:
Verse
In 1745, the apothecary
Time stands still, peering at the past
The chemists lived making potions
Between dust and rats
Gadgets like compasses hung
Amidst glass vials and bronze knobs
Keys to hidden compartments
Silver ladles and candelabras
Joseph Black isolates CO2
An odd phenomena of “fixed air.”
The healers of the early ages
The fearful labelled witches
And, often then burned
Categories:
candelabras, history, humanity, time,
Form:
Free verse
Stresses in dresses are not wanting streams today they are wanting to watch a film where animals sing. It is great to know that a aqueous solution of a pickled onion jar is clever when unsealed and unsealed is neither a shark in a tank top, an exploding rhino suit, a gas game of monologues, a circumference of a chasm in a chapel chat, nor is it a notable noticed nothing. It is with reading glasses that a sewing pattern forms shapes and within shapes the hour glass chimes a pretty note and the citation from a chandelier competes always and only with a field of candelabras'. Radiographic radiuses' reaching radiant releases. And a dome in a dolmen is a chamber of commerce in a wheel. Spinning. Fantastic isn't it? Free forming synchronisation of seventy frogs hopping and hooping and hoping that an ordered meal will arrive soon in the basket bead. Ha the tail of a duck is extended down the canal and the boats trip over. Ha the capsized mirrored eels delivering the droppings of a giant metal pie. Pie of thought is slicing. Not sluicing. Slicing. And a little ant travelling carefully over the rocky tor. Xxxxxx intercorrellated z z z z z at a point to a pin and a pin to a paintpot. Z
Categories:
candelabras, august, autumn, baseball, basketball,
Form:
For so many years my one desire was to stay all night in a haunted manor
With candelabras to lighten my way, heated by the warmth of a welcome fire
Haunted perchance by a lady in white over the years such yearnings to find her
Whilst visiting a medieval Maiden’s Tower atop of an ancient manor house
I entered a room closed to the public, trying to escape a marauding mouse
In the late afternoon as I explored further, through a creaky oak door I emerged
A cell like room so sparse and small, apart from a bed there was nothing at all
Feeling sleepy I laid upon the bed, as slowly my imaginings began to take over
I felt the presence of a fragile young girl, as falling asleep I could hear her weep
Locking her away for so many years; her family was told that she was insane
But really she was just misunderstood, such a waste of a life never let out again
So cruelly imprisoned for so many years, eventually she did lose her mind
When finally she died, her spirit remained; unable to leave it was left behind
Listening to her story I showed her compassion, and persuaded her spirit to rest
For until her spirit was able to leave, her poor sweet soul was left unblessed
On waking at dawn I was cold and alone and I wondered was this all a dream
but there on the floor the white dress she wore, her soul now at peace it would seem
3rd January 2019
Competition: One Night In A Haunted Manor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
4th placement in a Premier contest
Ultimate January 2019
Brian Strand
Categories:
candelabras, cry, girl, peace, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: February 1st, 2025 For contest by Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Tethered to a wick, flickering in orbit,
carnelian and velvet flute notes swirl.
Amber sparks rise and swarm.
Gold and glories cavort,
while a sable-zaffre shroud is weaving graffiti,
The candle's lambent light casts the shadows.
Opals float akin to petals in a cesspool,
triggering thoughts of scarlet shift,
as coppery sensations escape their chains.
Shelves push against a bound bosom.
Creativity exhales smoke and throws.
while maples' sway ruins bibliophilic dreams.
Rhapsody strikes with a sigh of melodic delight.
shining coldly, like winter's moonlight.
whirling shadows and crimson angels,
as eventide-colored darts whistle on ledges.
Candelabras wear cardigans as gaunt sailors.
And garrulous flames tell tales of gossamer nights.
Vivid, sprawling thoughts and tangled ideas emerge,
from a nexus of opia and kuebiko's kenopsia; exulansis,
This blazing pyre is shadowed by slipshod stupidity.
Seraphic moments—a sylph-like eudaemonia whisper of
Virtuous knowledge whispers umpteen realities.
Onism turns a mere blip in liberosis dreams,
Blazing a trail of endless adventures!
Altschmerz soothes sonder in occhiolism reveries.
Epiphany shines pure, like the aurora elixir.
Monachopsis leaves views, and kenopsia fades—a balm,
Ethereal panacea from unseen yet deeply felt nodes.
Vivid yet deep colors echo the pain of the moment.
It enables us to view life through a cosmic lens.
Maples sway melodically under the moon’s glow,—
their frosty sheen bestows grace
light plays across the frozen ground,
creating fleeting beauty.
Categories:
candelabras, dream, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST
Categories:
candelabras, love, relationship, remembrance day,
Form:
Free verse
Splitting hairs with dull knifes
dressed up in bad habits
life relegated to picture screens
unheard screams
darkened diners
beckoning candelabras and moonlit drives
no wax drips sealing secret treasure
grand Mal seizures
nor sacred visions
hands tied together
reckless, restless
begging for a night outside
I burned your picture last night
just to see you move
smoke illuminating
from those flashing signs
OPEN 24 HOURS
hidden behind the unlawful order
NO VACANCY
Categories:
candelabras, passion,
Form:
Dramatic Verse