Best Candles Poems
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The First Candle
The first purple candle, on the first Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of HOPE
The Second Candle
The second purple candle, on the second Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of LOVE
The Third Candle
The third purpel candle lit on the third Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of JOY
The Fourth Candle
The fourth purple candle is lit on the fourth Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of PEACE
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A Fifth light
A white candle - It symbolizes Purity and Hope
The Christ candle is lit on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day
28.11.2014
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Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Broken vows and shattered dreams
Bright future that suddenly dims
The heaviness of pain and sorrow
Making you feel like there’s no tomorrow
You start feeling you’re all alone
Facing this cruel world on your own
Everything is looking so bleak
You feel your soul getting very weak
At times like these just close your eyes
Listen to these words so wise
Touch a friend and see the spark
Friendship is like a candle in the dark
Touch more friends and it gets brighter
Making you feel a whole lot better
Until suddenly it’s dark no more
You have finally reached the shore
So when darkness falls do not fear
Think of friends who are sincere
Just reach out and touch a friend
Someone who will stand by you till the end
Let their laughter ring like bells
Light your way with friendship candles
I miss the candles of your fingers holding mine ,
as we waltz on floors that bathe our dusk.
Seasons glimmer of moist orange,
hands tracing night passages with mirrors
inside our eyes capturing reveries and hymns
of epics written in ashes, on orchids,
and among seashells.
Yet, I have to part for now
through the sweet ghost of winters lost...
here are your hands ; I give them back to you
with mine for a while...
God, how I still miss the candles of your dusk
Posted 6/6/2016
Candles On The Beach
Watch the morning sun go down
holding hands while out on walks.
Words unspoken heard by hearts
waves gently kissing rocks.
A distant childs laughter rings
a ships whistle fills the air.
A stolen kiss upon a cheek
hands gently touching hair.
A window, or so it would seem
of opportunity.
Lovers hidden on the shore
no one else can see.
Turning quickly in the night
now facing one another.
Hear the turning of the tide?
A friend becomes a lover.
Falling softly in the sand
as passion fills their eyes.
Touching one another still
both touched by nighttime skies.
Seagulls crying from the clouds
their echoes from above.
As they both find the sweet release
of lovers deep in love.
So much of love left yet to learn
so much for life to teach.
As two lovers passion burns
like two candles on the beach.
Edwin C Hofert
The Candles on the Birthday Cake
By Franklin Price
4/23/2019
The Candles on the birthday cake
One for each and every year
We light them just to blow them out
With friends and family near
When young, it makes us happy
Blowing candles not a feat
Can put them out with just one breath
Don't have to watch the cake we eat
Years pass by and candles grow
Takes many matches to be lit
For the birthday celebration,
On the cake, they barely fit
When we get to middle age
And we're forty-five or more
We substitute the birthday candles
For birthday numbers from the store
The numbers also candles
With just one wick on top
When we extinguish only two
They're out and we can stop
Once we're over seventy
Blowing two is still a bit
So we forgo the candles
And have a drink to get us lit
Barb you're in this group with me
Only two years, not a lot
We don't do candles any more
Is here an interest in a shot?
Happy 71st birthday
You're still 23 to me
Love, Frank
SEVEN CANDLES
Balloon hysteria,
Paper hat pandemonium,
Blur of arms and legs,
Dance music deafens.
Seven candles in one big blow -
Almost impossible.
Carefully wrapped presents stripped fast -
Ankle deep in patterned paper.
Same next time;
Except eight candles.
rise above
oh bride abide in arms of love--and trinity of light.
Sure I enjoy the scent of candles
Watching the flame dance upon top of the mantle
Beautiful reflections and silhouettes all aglow
Flickering flame swaying to and fro
For the fragrance I'm seeking an imposter won't do
Sorry my beloved candles when Spring and Summer come so ends our sacred rendezvous
You're a lovely substitute and put on a great show
We'll reunite in cold weather and special occasions until then on hold our love will still grow
Plant me in a field of wildflowers
Help me to bud and blossom with a light misted Spring shower
Bask in the aromas brought out stronger by the warmth of the sun
Mmm sweet heavenly scents that can't be outdone
Natural essence and beauty one can't imitate
Such beautiful feelings it stirs to initiate
Too long I've improvised with fake for real
No clone or replica will do to seal the deal
While willows weep and flowers sleep
The sweetest of dreams I shall keep
Plucking a bouquet of pretty posies
Singing and dancing with my kids to ring around the rosie
A flame is so pretty, silent and gold
I'm scared and lonely exausted and cold
I've not much to say for I lack inspiration
I'm just lonely and weak in my sad desperation
Don't tell me you get it
Don't sympathize
Don't feed me your crap
Don't tell me your lies
A flame is so pretty, silent and gold
I'm scared and lonely exausted and cold
I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain
or happiness
like candles lighting the entire soft lace
of the air
around the full length of your hair/a shower
organized by God
in brown and auburn
undulations luminous like particles
of flame
But now I do
retrieve an afternoon of apricots
and water interspersed with cigarettes
and sand and rocks
we walked across:
How easily you held
my hand
beside the low tide
of the world
Now I do
relive an evening of retreat
a bridge I left behind
where all the solid heat
of lust and tender trembling
lay as cruel and as kind
as passion spins its infinite
tergiversations in between the bitter
and the sweet
Alone and longing for you
now I do
Eyes that gleam
My Birthday Boy
Blows out three
So full of joy
My cake aflame
My little boy
Helps grandma blow
Both full of joy
Rose scented candles burning softly through the night
aurora rays of holy fanning, beauteous returns
Emerald dreams give birth to dessert moon's ignite
if life unfolds before you, meditate, discern ...
Ethereal reveries of flowers flushed in gold
pick a petal, sing a song, dance to hearts delight
Heaven waits for angels just like you, unfold
before the sun and seize the light
Let the springtime share its prose
watch the Bluestar flourish
kiss the lilac, hold the rose,
close your eyes and make a wish
Rose colored glasses and fairy dust galore,
the best things in life, you can't find in a store.
Sometimes ,
it feels like I’m lighting candles in the rain
desperately trying to make it work
trying everything I know
yet it”s futile
Sometimes life doesn’t seem fair
because it isn’t and
it’s not meant to be
Still, life is wonderful and
only I can change it
so though it may rain,
I’ll find a spot in-between the clouds
and let my candle shine bright
Warm beacon
in the cold darkness
of mortality;
flame of purification
guiding souls,
defending,
lure of angels;
burning candles
do their duty
and never complain.