Best Wax Poems

Staying near to light my way
     now that there is no more day
You're needed to so brightly burn
     before to black ashes you return
Flames dance high upon your wick
     and fall across the...

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A wretched, willful man was I--
So smugly proud of things I'd done.
Reckless me, I flew too high--
Like Icarus, too near the sun.

I placed my trust in my own hands--
These weak and mortal, trembling things.
In arrogance, I sought to fly,
But, only wax secured my wings.

Then, at...

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My once passionate life,
Charming crayola broads.
Came to a halt,
When she was sent from God.

But heartbreak burned,
As I dripped to the floor.
I cried waxy tears,
Like never before.

She still crosses my mind,
Though a little bit darker.
She ran off with him,
A crayola green marker.

Now tears of red,
So frequently...

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The candle light flickers and dances.
Seeing your body in short glances.
How do you describe perfection?
Waiting so long to show my affection. 

Passion burns like a raging fire.
A hearts deepest wants and desire.
Touching the most delicate, softest skin.
Connecting eyes, locked forever therein.

A kiss so sensual, as...

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Is it time again
Is this another day again
where I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
to describe my grievance with the Sorceress
named Sarah...
No...not this time
Is it time again
is this another day when
I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
rejoicing how much...

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Note:  According to the Trenton NJ newspaper, NJ Considered Ban on Bare-it-
all “Brazilian” Wax due to complications suffered by some.

I know it's not about a foot that's bare
Butt where you wear your underwear
Though I was warned, "You can't go there"
I have this poem I...

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I've been collecting ear wax
Since the belly button lint dust fire went bad
I lost all my dignity in that fiasco
So ear wax is all that I have left

Believe you me, it's not easy
Coming up with another scheme
After burning the whole town down to the ground
To...

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This is a scent that never loses its smell its elements the rooms soothness and massage your mind she is called Candle Wax she lites the wax scentful. She lites up me desireable inspirational of her sexually tropical endless smell of erotic exposure that deorderize...

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GentleMan
I remain blind to the world but you.
The Lily among Thorns
and the perfect work of a craftsman's hand.
Giving usefulness to my Banquet Hall
and injecting Life into my green Vineyard.

Lady
Oh dear! My darling Gentle Lion.
Radiant and ruddy, unique as a Gazelle.
A mound of Wheat encircled by...

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THE WAX-BOULDER

I made you an empress of my heart's castle
The towers on which doves of trust nestle
The curtain wall has your name enshrined
With gushing river of my love  the moat occupied
Your gracious smile each stone in the high wall admired
Flowers of committment on the...

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The worship of light,
Scented prayers resonate:
Mass of lit candles....

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melting wax , burn my hand ,
flowing down , like a droplet,
white in color , round as a band ,
melting wax , burn my hand .

killing me , burning me ,
ruining me , destroying me ,
doing something , nothing good ,
same as a piece of...

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Handcuffed, blindfolded,
Memory gallops his heart
Ice cubes and hot wax...

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In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight

Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch...

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Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there,
so that all that remains is to
fall?

Only a little longer the wind invests its sighs;
you
stall,
spread-eagled, as the canvas...

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