Best Candle Flame Poems
The flame dances on a breeze;
Candlelight dances on the walls.
Amazing shadows will be seen;
Wherever those flames may fall.
Such magical creatures are candle flames;
Mesmerizing beings.
Up there on my Mantle,
The dancers play out scenes.
They dance to their own stories;
Amazing mysteries.
No choreographers paint such glories;
The flames, quite creative, be.
Candle flame or burning fire;
They never fail to inspire.
Yesterday's Flame
The candle’s flame still dances with the breeze
and casts her playful shadows on the wall
that pique imaginations with a tease
and bring back ancient memories that please,
and yet her flame’s not bright as I recall.
This once tall, slender beauty was quite chic,
in evening's dimming light she graced the room
while glowing with a certain soft mystique
that always left emotions feeling weak,
and filled my senses with her sweet perfume.
The fervent flame that left a warming glow
and captured my imagination’s dreams,
still softly burns, though not as bright a glow
that conjured ancient dreams I used to know,
and yet she still emits her gentle beams.
Today this candle doesn’t stand as tall;
her fabled slender fading figure flees
while beads of wax, like aging teardrops, fall;
though not the tapered beauty I recall,
her gentle flame still dances with the breeze.
February 20, 2024
Dazzling candle flame
Grand luminous vibrations
Warmly melting wax
candle flame cleansing
breath work so extraordinaire
hyper vigilance
daily mindfulness
astounding self awareness
soul finds her answers
A candle flame does not flutter
And is not extinguished,
For it is determined to glitter
And not to be tarnished!
Said “ Dear devout,
Halt a moment and hark!
Here is a blemish-less monk,
Even in the dark!!”
The fire on my face
burns and burns and burns
like the beacon in an ancient lighthouse
just to see you look at me,
I hide behind the person in front of me,
I know that you were looking,
I've seen you do it before,
but you've never seen me look back,
the fire,
it burns so pleasantly,
like a small, ginseng scented tea-light,
imported from a faraway port,
and I know the little flame will never die out.
The Solitude of the Candle
David J Walker
The sweet smell of spiced
paraffin and flame
the solitude of darkness
I am the name
I am the sound
of the moniker
and bound
To hold the meaninglessness
of a darkness
in a
Darkened frame
In a dark space
In a dark place
Just beyond
The Candles claim
And will be remembered
So long lives
The candle's flame
A candle flame fluttered and vanished
For, it wished not to be tarnished.
Said, "Ye monk, in mind your deeds black,
Character is what a man does dark!"
each candle contains a Flame
life abounds within its Light
Fire when these Flames unite
and banishing the darkness
warm comfort flows from within
drives away the biting cold
the wind of division blows
extinguishes one candle
where once each formed The Fire
individuals, yet one
this missing Light makes all less
less Light, less warmth, comfortless
tears of grief fall on the wicks
Flames sputter and dim but stay
keeping at bay the darkness
forever missing your Light
The drop of fire stealthily burns
A tender angel descended into darkness
Spirit raised by my own hand
It grasps into the viscous air
Clinging, to rise, struggle, survive,
Calmly watching I realise I created torment
The flame needed me to live
I needed it to feel safe
Then I wonder who's need is greater
The creature of the creator?
-MXC
PROTECT THE CANDLE FLAME
In life take care of yourself first
because you come in this world once.
To complete duties to the last
you need to give your life full chance.
If your main mission is to serve,
in life take care of yourself first,
for you can’t care for those you love
if your shadow of shield doesn’t last.
Help the people in need, you must,
but self-help you also deserve.
In life take care of yourself first,
you have a divine soul to serve.
Light up dark depths of marooned minds
saving your candle from storm burst.
Protect the flame from surging wind,
in life take care of yourself first.
July 20, 2018
Syllable count : 8 each line
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
A candle is lit in a small dark cave,
Upon these walls shadows in EDM rave,
Flickering flame kiss cool, damp ambience,
Small Sparks fly up igniting silhouette.
Laughter, sinful pleasure in danger grave,
Misplaced desires, in handcuffs and enslave,
Whispers deafening, instantaneous,
Extorted dancers to owe reaper’s grim debt.
These foolish shadows thinking they are brave,
Little is known in darkness as a slave,
Engulfed within candle lit dalliance,
Think he could not see, dangerous roulette.
Unholy scythe swings, it is time to shave,
Candle flame smolders, they all misbehave,
Death is the inevitable transience,
Caught under their trance unknown t’was a threat.
You turned me into a trick candle flame,
when it flickered you lit a spark;
Making me believe again was your aim;
When I needed it you gave me acclaim;
a soft glow in the midst of the stark;
You turned me into a trick candle flame;
Embracing everything that wasn’t tame
never leaving me alone in the dark;
Making me believe again was your aim;
Helped me let go of my twisted mind game,
rewiring me to ignore every remark;
You turned me into a trick candle flame;
Finding the fire I needed to reclaim,
paving the path for me to embark;
Making me believe again was your aim;
In doubt you reminded me of my name,
believed in my enigmatic trademark;
You turned me into a trick candle flame,
making me believe again was your aim.
I watch a candle flame,
Steadily burning in my room,
In the darkened room,
Its shadows cast a spell of despair.
In a lighted room,
Stare into the steady flame,
Connect your mind with deep consciousness,
Spread your wisdom as candle flame spreads its light.
Sometimes, the flame flickers,
Like hesitations in our mind,
Shadows seem to be dancing on the walls,
Like the reflections of bygone past.
Once in a while, the flame wavers for a little,
Like sees the uncertain future around,
Ignores the deviations in mind,
Becomes the steady source of peace and joy.
I am but a little candle
Shining dimly in the night.
Casting shadows in the darkness
With my frail and feeble light.
But despair won’t overwhelm me
For as small as I might be
My wee flame is ever present
For another soul to see.
There are torches all around me
Giving off much light and heat.
And I fear I pale in contrast
Quite unable to compete.
Still, I know that others struggle
Sharing their own little fire,
So, I keep my ember burning
In the hope I might inspire
I know some might point and snicker,
Many others outright laugh,
Say the way that I am shining
Isn’t bright enough by half.
But I try hard not to listen,
Pay no heed to what they say.
I believe my light’s important
So, I’ll never fade away
You see, we are all but candles
And we’re burning in the dark.
And we don’t know just what lit us,
From where came that little spark.
But like all the other candles
I’m not shining for just me…
What is light for but to help those
Out in darkness better see?