Best Sconce Poems
When we abide in restful quietude,
divine energy gridlines come alive,
held still with vibrancy and fortitude,
causing nectar to drip from soul’s bliss hive.
There is no mystery in words we speak,
being simply devout intent of heart,
wishing to be still to get a sneak peek
at sparks that cause bliss ignition to start.
Though the seeker who seeks does not exist,
heart’s desire emoted needs a response
which it receives, manifest as a mist,
throb of bliss magnetism, held in love’s sconce.
The aspect of us entwined with the whole,
is imbibed in heart as whispers of soul.
Categories:
sconce, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
There is a darkness in my life,
a forecast of torrential rain that drowns my heart with sorrow,
and its gloom clouds my mind,
washing away any hope for tomorrow,
This darkness overshadows me,
eclipsing whatever light that remains within my soul,
and the more I try to fight it,
the less I feel in control,
Tears spill onto my cheeks,
tracing the outlines of a smile seldom shown,
as I sit alone in this cave of a home,
hidden from the world and hardening like stone,
It's as if I'm dying inside,
trapped within the confines of an epidermis tomb,
while my cries for help echo through the barrenness of my existence,
resonating with apprise of my impending doom,
But in this aphotic zone in the depths of my core,
my words are a sconce on the walls of my heart,
illuminating the halls of my soul,
so that others may navigate their way through the dark.
Categories:
sconce, dark, death, deep, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
Categories:
sconce, fate, life, love,
Form:
Jueju
Collaborating with the universe
Having manifested the this, here, now
Why not enjoy soft musings of our verse
That layered wisdom does by touch endow
Formless awareness and heart’s nonchalance
Shifts pure consciousness into witness mode
Holy Spirit our sconce, gentles response
The life we then live, is to God an ode
Over time, false identity recedes
We begin to employ mind of our heart
Soul presence follows wherever love leads
Breath by breath heart feels bliss ignition start
The pathless path which we embark upon ~
Needs ego shorn that soul be here reborn
Categories:
sconce, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
I love the castle, I love the river
I love the city, Of Newark
The castle is like a big wall of history, next to the river which is like a massive water
wilderness, in the city of Newark
I love the hills
I love the Devon
I love the converted boat in the city of Newark
The hills are like a massive fortress
which is like the river Devon
in the city of Newark
I love the market I love church
I love the queen of sconce where Oliver Cromwell fired his bullets
which hit the church
On September the 1st
Now you see the wonders of Newark, people are like butterfly calm and gentle
floating to and from the city of Newark
BY JAMES CHRISTIAN
Categories:
sconce, happiness, love, city, love,
Form:
Sonnet
cravings, like niggling whispers,
flit on covered tables
skitter on the floorboards
shiver nerves like humming cables
racing up my backbone
trembling spinal pathways
as I dive for pantry's knob
in a glucose fired craze
tearing through the shelving
jumping for the flour
cracking eggs like gunshots
batter stacked like sugar'd towers
but wait! oh, no! there's something wrong
a final crucial piece!
recipe's cruel words laugh off the page
will this torture never cease?!
"...paraffin for stable rounds
synthesize the compound well
melted into pyrex mixing bowls..."
I swear I fell another level in Hell
slashing through the shelving,
(broke the icebox's fragile handle)
finally, with fevered eye,
spot her stash of scented candles
by now I'd reached a fever'd pitch
impatient I just tossed the batter in
staring at the brutish countdown
nervous capered guilty sin
at last my tortured moments
over with these steaming treats
cackling like a madman
at this half-baked pastry feat
but flaccidly they fell off
spatula and spoon
crumbled burnt and formless
I swear I cried out like a loon!
but no set back could stop me
as I snatched up those candle stacks
biting crumbled chocolate pieces
while gnawing chunky scented wax
sated, I sit gluttonous
sprawled out on the floor
burbled aromatic belches
gob of wax sat at my core!
when she came down looking
for a fruity sconce to put next to bed
I shrug and counsel guiltily
we could just touch a match right to my head...
Categories:
sconce, humor,
Form:
I love the castle, I love the river
I love the city, Of Newark
The castle is like a big wall of history, next to the river which is like a massive water
wilderness, in the city of Newark
I love the hills, I love the Devon, love the converted boat in the city of Newark
The hills are like a massive fortress, which is like the river of Devon, in the city of Newark
I love the market I love church
I love the queen of sconce where Oliver Cromwell fired his bullets which hit the church
On September the 1st
Now you see the wonders of Newark, people are like butterfly calm and gentle floating to
and from the city of Newark
Categories:
sconce, adventurecity, love, river,
Form:
Son, to be a man,
You need to listen to men.
You will get experience straight from the horse's mouth about manhood.
Have more dignity and rationality with women,
It will make you a commendable son and husband.
And you need to respect your elders,
It will win you acclaim, my boy!
Have a gargantuan appetite for knowledge,
That will differentiate you from grown boys.
Son, our society loves to think of people as egocentric,
But always put your family first,
For you're respected for what you put right for your family.
Let your home be a candle sconce for the community,
For true happiness lies in the happiness of the community.
I know other men's wives appear more alluring,
But son, there must be no room for adultery,
That disrespects her husband and their relationship.
Give attention to your wife, it's only the faces that are different;
Son, all normal men can be fathers,
But not all can be dads.
So be a dad to your children, let them look up to you.
Categories:
sconce, africa, blessing, voice,
Form:
Narrative
I was in a big snafu.
I could not pay any bills.
And the neighbors never knew.
No need to feel all blue.
I read books by candlelight.
I was in a big snafu.
The electric bill was due.
Sconce and candles on each wall.
And the neighbors never knew.
I thought I might go cuckoo.
Hard work was about to fall.
I was in a big snafu.
I cooked meals on the hearth, too.
The payments would not forestall.
And the neighbors never knew.
Three house sales had fallen through.
I soon told my house adieu.
I was in a big snafu.
And the neighbors never knew.
© March 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
sconce, angst, loss, nostalgia, work,
Form:
Villanelle
Why is it we have the means to be nice,
but often instead, we're as cold as ice?
Does our mind let loose from some hidden noose,
secret thoughts that are of no good use?
Our words hang like an unlit sconce.
Do I dare think of it, even once?
Our consciousness beckons like the rising sun,
witnessed by us only, no other one.
Down! Like a hammer that does concuss,
we awaken, alive, aptly conscious.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Word Game Contest
Categories:
sconce, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Flame of love holds steady in storm
Bliss it's sconce, God's magnetism warm
Vaporised presence, living light
What matters now, decaying form
Void centric view, spherical sight
Bliss cascading, to heart's delight
The play of life is but a game
Lamp of love shines within so bright
Entwining with God, soul's sole aim
Rapturous bliss, our claim to fame
We're thus in but not of the world
Becoming That we cannot name
30-August-2022
Categories:
sconce, god, joy, love, spiritual,
Form:
Rubaiyat
*Image of Candle Masquerade by Pixabay.
Symphonic Sconce
(The Candle)
Seasoned succession
Sanctioned section
Soloist strings
Streaming satisfaction
Spirited sheathed
Solidly settles
Sustained symmetry
Stalwart stance
Stage set
Soft shades
Simulacrum sources
Spark stirs
Silhouette styles
Sparkling surfaces
Shining signature
2023 January 03
*Alliteration/Personification
Categories:
sconce, extended metaphor, simile,
Form:
Alliteration
path any, what is pointed to is this
simply enter silence, stop flow of time
that God’s magnetism may fill us with bliss
and vibrant heart heeds the sublime love chime
relinquishing each conditioned belief
softening attention and gentling touch
on its own consciousness turns a new leaf
breath by breath thanking God ever so much
layer by layer, the false falls away,
revealing our true Self as divine light,
rapturous in bliss mists by night and day,
holding firm sconce of love by day and night.
let not narrow ego cravings befool ~
love’s the only rule in this earth life school
Categories:
sconce, light, love, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
AS I STROLLED PAST THE PAST
I saw a soul so seductive
A wild woman with wile
Meeting her would have been counter-productive
Because I am a fool given to guile
She strolled by me with a stimulating smile
Yet I simply frowned in response
My life wouldn’t become hers to defile
For I am akin to a candle searching for a sconce
I am a candle being burned at both ends
As the flame heads for the center of wax
I have too many enemies but precious few friends
And love is something reality redundantly redacts
I watched the woman walk wondrously by
But I’ve known too many ladies who lie
They voice falsehoods and then say “goodbye”
As weariness and woefulness grow nigh
They come nearer to me than I need them to be
While the seductive tempt me with a grin
I don’t want to know why they want to know me
Because only a fool would want the scurrilous to begin
© 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE ....~free cee!~
Categories:
sconce, angst, me, woman, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Erect spine is the sconce
And bliss is the love flame
Burning above the fontanel
An effervescence that is eternal
This being as it is, lower mind asks
How do we feel that that’s outside
The boundaries of feeble form
17-March-2023
Categories:
sconce, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse