Best Lighting Poems
LIGHTING a candle for those who have died
A most thoughtful and kindly request done, since lighting a
CANDLE is the least, we can do,
FOR those who have sacrificed their life and all, so
THOSE of us can live in a better place.Let's remember those
WHO have died in all the wars, who,
HAVE fought so bravely in the name of peace & freedom and
DIED.Let's never forget it and so let's pray for World peace.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
copyright@2005
October,19,2014
I light my candle from within the more I give to you,
An inner strength builds inside, it fills my empty soul,
The encompassing love present when my life was askew,
Needing a reason to get up every morning was my goal,
Volunteering at hospice gave me more, filling a gapping hole.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 18, 2011
Contest by Paula Swanson
“By Candle Light”
honey, you are not responsible for the skeletons hidden in his closet.
rinse. repeat.
you are not responsible for the bones threatening to spill out.
he can call you a doll and watch your cheeks redden,
but honey,
you are only a doll because he has taken hold of your strings.
you are not his marionette doll,
not a circus attraction
with his name on the door.
honey, he is not the ringleader.
has no one told you, you aren’t
responsible for taking apart his ribcage and fitting yourself beside his heart;
that you are not responsible for the emptiness you find there.
he can kiss you sweetly and fill you with butterflies,
but no one told you that butterflies turn into bees.
and honey, more often than not,
they sting.
I joined the crowd last night to watch
The local Christmas tree
As it officially got lit,
A lovely sight to see.
Although it’s not my holiday,
The festiveness appealed
And as the neighbors gathered ‘round,
That spirit was revealed.
A choir was accompanied
By instruments of brass
And caroled with enthusiasm
No one could surpass.
The park was filled with families,
Hot chocolate in the air,
And in the moonlight, everyone
Was happy to be there.
Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting”
Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
I was not prepared for your precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love you was only obsessed with yourself and not my heart. When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and fuzzy when you are around.
Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’
In our little town all is as it should be
We gather down at the Christmas tree
Us simple folk are not too greedy
We all bring gifts to give the needy
Light the tree and sing our songs
As everyone seems to get along
Especially bright this time of year
Everyone has Christmas cheer
I love the lighting of the tree
The entire towns hospitality
How everyone shares their love
Giving thanks to the Lord above
We live what Christmas is all about
Come on over and check it out
You’ll find love flowing abundantly
The night we light our “Christmas Tree”
Air full of color
Lights over the East River
A fantastic Fourth
Lantern tail poets,
Writing poems in the sky:
Balmy night stanzas.
Purple twilight darkens the day.
A green tree frog jumps embracing
an ashen bark. His eyes open
to silence, as it stares within
inches of a small flickering,
iridescent lightning bug:
as it brightens up the night.
I am mesmerized and amazed
as I watch the green tree frog jump,
gripping the tree bark as it throws
its sticky tongue out of its mouth
and wraps it around its fragile
prey capturing and swallowing it.
As the tree frog creeps away from
its moment stay, a colorful
yellowish-orange aglow turns
us cold. The lighting bug glowing
as bright as the sunlight from the
inside of the tree frog was still alive.
I didn't realize how harsh truth
can be. Looking closely into
our world, understand that there are
still many things in the world that
can surprise us.
7/5/2018
Poetry Contest: Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
I woke up this morning
Something special on my mind
Today I must light a candle so that
Their Light May Always Shine.
I light it for the babies
That didn’t make this world this time
They died before or after birth, hope
Their flickering light will always shine.
So many couples wait in vain
Hoping maybe it will be their time
Suffering all the stress and pain
Please let their light always shine
So many tears today and lonely thoughts
The why and wherefores, maybe next time
They pray and hope all answers have been sought
God make their light always shine
Next year a new life might be theirs
But never will they forget the time
When hope was lost thought no one cared
Always and forever their light must shine.
~Lighting A Candle~
(Word / Sentence Acrostic )
LIGHTING a candle for all those who have died
A most thoughtful and kindly request done, since lighting a
CANDLE is the least, we can do,
FOR those who have sacrificed their life and all, so
THOSE of us can live in a better place.Let’s remember those fallen heroes
WHO have died in all the wars, who,
HAVE fought so bravely in the name of love, peace & freedom and
DIED.Let's never forget it and so let's pray for World peace.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
May.30.2016
~Author's Notes:
My very humbled tribute to all the fallen war heroes.
Filling the blank space of the heart hey my oxygen of love You braced the sand near the shore with an enriched almond in my life,
Oh my damsel !! Stupendously You are my love!!
Dipping in the soul of your's, relishing with the bunch of Jasmine,efflorescence is flushing on my way,
Oh my Queen !! Universally You vanquished my heart!!
Aster of my life,blooming Rose, alluringly captured the entire morsel occupying with an astounding charm of your's,
Oh my babes !! My lucid crystal,You shines forever!!
Heuristically resolved my problems filling with the stiff breeze unwrapping the emotions of love,
Oh my angel !! Happily You wrote the fairy-tale of my life!!
Near the samui bay, as like a relation between kit and boodle you spinned the petals of my life,
Oh my princess!! Drooping in your eyes I felt daunted!!
Implanting your waving leaves on my heart, melancholically removing the sad ness of my life,
Oh my lady !! zingels rangged in my refracting prism of soul!!
My starlit darkness is been flared up as if You are the brazen periwinkles balancing my world,
Oh my Pearl !! Lying in your shell of clam, Oysterically I Would love to clump throughout for all season!!
Adorably my dame-chick had gleefully connected me with every piece of my soul lusciously vibrating me,
Oh my doll !! Mirthfully You hit my heart a million times & blithely the spirit of yours made me solve the entire puzzle of life!!
Chasin’ Lighting – In Honor of the CUA Crew!
Several rickety rides held together with the faith of the ages,
Sages some might say, turnin’ pages of things old and things new,
The chosen few, riding with the storm,
Lighting flashing on all sides,
Switchin’ gears from fears of repeating histories to mysteries of new days dawning,
Spawning day dreams of elastic electricity, serendipity,
As Barack ascends,
Inspiring men,
They fight the darkness of hail ridden windshields,
Toggling between the unknown and highbeams of luminescent knowledge,
Chasing a faith strong enough to free the fatherless and set the captives free,
Wrestling not against flesh and blood,
But wide turns of satanic deception,
With weapons of light like mad max before them,
They wage war on the dark roads of Memphis, searching like alley cats like Thunder Cats,
For stitches of acts like koinonia,
Chasing a faith in persistent praya’ for a different tomorrow.
Sorrows fading beneath the commitment to serve a God beyond the schizophrenic nightmare of human imagination,
Sorrows fading beneath the elation of love and mercy eternal,
On their way to Oklahoma City,
Fighting for that Jerusalem which will stand forever,
Caught in the obsession of one singular endeavor,
To redeem the minds of our time, and see a renaissance explode out of the womb of suffering,
7, several, 70 times 7 rides, held together with the faith of the ages,
Chasing the courage of Baptists,
Chasing the justice of quakers,
Chasing the wisdom of Episcopalians,
Chasing the unity of Catholics,
Chasing the power of charismatics,
Chasing the stillness of the upper room,
Chasing pentacostal fire,
Chasing a fire strong enough to speak in the language of doubting atheists,
To speak in the language of agnostic scholars,
To speak in the shalom of the Torah,
To speak in the illumination of the Bagadav Gita,
Convincing Hindus of the ultimate avatar,
The Bodhisattva the Christ,
Converting crack heads into prophets of a blessed age,
They rage against disbelief and catch hold the rhythm of heavenly praise,
That all will be saved,
Several rickety rides, like Battlestar Gallactica, a rag tag assembly of apostles,
Chasing the end of paranoid hatred and the daydream of life eternal,
Several rickety rides,
Chasin' lighting
White Lighting Moonshine
drinking 160 proof white lighting moonshine
by the light of the silvery moon
the evening breeze moving through the oak trees
makes me happy
in the Shenandoah Valley
the firelight flickering bright
as my friends and I
tell stories some are true some are a lie
but by and by we enjoy
the way our lives unfolded
in the Shenandoah Valley
we were born and raised here
and here we will die
never been very far away
no good reason to we love it here
in the Shenandoah Valley
we play our guitars and fiddles
singing songs of life and lost loves
as we drink our 160 proof white lighting moonshine
by the light of the silvery moon
in the Shenandoah Valley
Dennis Davis
A storm is brewing as oaks hold their gait,
While inky clouds expel flammable, meshed wires
Invading nightfall, hiding the moon in a chain…
And furious thunder prepares a harsh burial
With a lightning that rages from a sky,
To trigger floods , unrelenting like a wild gutter .
So, the mildness of April hastily retreats
As tempest looms unto hour's dark prophecy--
The roses gone gone before their lush flowering
When this firework of lava zigzags
Right before my eyes: a vision of abstract
Mural in a jolted flare, so irefully blinding
That spring’s pageant drowns my view .
For Brian Strand: March 18 Premiere Contest
Submitted 3/10/2018