Best Wick Poems

Burning
with potential
a fire
never lit

a
broken 
candlestick 

Accept it~

you just might
burn twice as bright



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Reaching the end's wick
Hearts' blind innocent revenge
Burn as smiles rip...
Alas, come the end....

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Life is the wick
in our vessel of clay
each day a gift
a mystery
no way to check
on our reserve of fuel
one day our light fades
without warning
extinguishes
in a one-time
disappearing act
we can only hope
we’ve made our impact
we’ve touched some lives
made contributions
worthy of this
precious gift called life



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Like shining stars sparkles a trust with credits
Yet often in media they proclaim about their debts
Public ought to work out its merits
Is there truth at least in tit bits?

When their followers photographs do click
Their social organization receives approval tick
They proclaim about pouring oil on flickering...

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It is not only the candle wick that burns this windy autumn night.
There was a tinge of scarlet as well - now shockingly visible! -
behind the beige drapes of the dilapidated living room
of a cobwebbed cottage (both internal and external).
One last great burst of flame...

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In blazing wildfire she was caught
Burns penetrated through her heart
When heat of fire is so intense
pain and suffering are immense

What lit the wick of her love's flame
Passion and desire share the blame
No comfort will soothe her charred soul
No words can heal her or console

She swore...

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When the sun snuffs out
And the day melts down
To a black-wick night.
When the night breeds doubt
And the clouds move in
To slay the light.

When the shoreline ebbs,
And your path erodes,
Where can you stand?
When your joy subsides
Like a bath turned cold,
How can you stay warm?

From a terrible...

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Are you the candle or just the wick.
I taste the kerosene heavy upon your lips.
I've been in your shoes once or twice before.
Watching the wax collect slowly as it hits the floor. 
In the pit of your stomach do you now feel sick.
Your not the...

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When the lights go out

Life’s a candle on a wick

So what if they do...

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Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins
Crippled curtains living in psycho domains
We demolished this city not just this city the World
I can't live slow enough to get to pretend
People go crazy and the next day all mends omens 
The trenches I call home
They said a...

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Everyday I hurry, to get things done,
my overdrives on, it's, run, run, run.
Cleaning the house, and mowing the lawn,
my problem is, I don't have enough sun.
Family needs help, and I'm the one,
can't they see, I need some fun.
I think I know what my problem may...

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Drippy fingers I want to lick
sticky sweet with a quck pick;
Strawberries mix that jam 
it hits me a wild slam;
Bees tend to swarm a lit wick....

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wick
lights up
window sill
warm and glowing
to all who pass by,
encouraging friendship,
a welcome greeter today
as slate-gray clouds hover above
joining forces with blustery cold winds,
sleet hits passersby as they hurry home...

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I'd like to start a middle child club for all those kids who got stuck with the rub.
For those who received the lesser end of the stick, when the flames of love were burning, they were left with a short wick. I'd like to shout...

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A flash
Of lightening
Churns
My soul
My internal jyothi
Senses the palpitations.
The wick glows;
The lamp glistens!
~Sima Mittal

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