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.
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
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 wicks
When other applaud, applaud cries, ‘I am sick.’
Their royal band will play
When its founder steps on the stage to stay
His audience has no other way
For authority applauds none saying ‘nay’
Their photographs pictures the most pitiful cry
Even you’ll shed tears if you give it a try
Between cause and contribution where lies the wry
Beware! Else in social oil pan you will fry
Applaud its value does lose
When with a mask it does pose
It knows to whom it ought to give repose
Applaud decreases when men doth it propose
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 was extinguished,
as the heavenly lantern was swallowed whole;
and in its place, spewed out, one crater
filled silver sickle of a harvest moon.
Can you feel from temple to temple
stagnant synapses reassemble?
As bloated television screens
for the final time dwindle
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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 she had no love to give
nor the will to linger and live
She chose to distance her cold heart
from sparks that could a romance start
Her heart once seared, withers away
Eyes blind if love should come today
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 height,
Through a starless sky,
Relief will break your fall.
Once the pain has plunged
To the darkest depths,
Your spirit will climb
To rise with the sun
And reignite the sky.
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 candle, just burning down like the wick.
I've seen how you act, I know what you believe.
You can't fool me with those tricks, hidden up your sleeve.
I've seen your self serving smile, when others were in pain.
I watched you turn your back, I know you will reap the day.
So i guess I'll break this down, slowly brick by brick.
Someone strike a match for there's kerosene upon her lips.
So now that you have been spotted, how will you carry on.
Will you change or live undaunted, the hell with who you wrong.
I tell you I changed when I was there, cut down to the bone.
Experience is in my words, I say your at the top yet all alone.
Don't take to much time with your decision.
The wax left there isn't thick.
I've tried to be helpful and a voice of reason.
Shall I light the match to burn the wick.
When the lights go out
Life’s a candle on a wick
So what if they do
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 out to that middle child who found love thru others, that they should feel proud. For going beyond their birth families allowed them to experience how loves supposed to be. I'd like to acknowledge that middle child who wouldn't settle for disparities, allow their emotions to become beguiled. They didn't wallow in hurt feelings nor become a sad sack, for they learned how to love others beyond their abilities to love back.
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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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 15 year old couldn't drive
I Showed them
My mom said I'd never amount to nothing
I'd say nothing is better than a bull life
I know my age by the release date of a LP
I answer to any name you can call me
People complain about the weather
I say follow the path to better toils
I got my digs in 6 feet of soil
Its a humble abode
Its where they want me
Out if the public eye
My home deep in the trenches
Sure let's walk down memory lame parking lot paradise
Check out where the best bar used to be
Some gangster slog slinging brass
Torn it down
Saying stick all the memories up your es
I got al the lowdown
Creatures who stole out right our past features
Playing domino's getting high while some great band plays on
Best you tear up that joint yourself
Cause money shakes the moments foundations
Money is robbing us
Our memories liquidation
Its a humble abode
Its where they want me
Out if the public eye
My home deep in the trenches
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.
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
Keanu Reeves as John Wick
I am John Wick .No lam not weak....l just need a week to see myself win.
I am different so is my mission , lam talking vision no intimidation this is my intuition....l can feel the sun shining my dark paths already.
I dream in color ...Future so bright the demons of yesterday dead.... buried and gone.....now here we are seeking for refulgence, redemption , salvation the Lord's supper! He wept for Saul how do l repay such?
Your love my shield!
Your voice my campus!
I am a sinner , a Reaper , a Ninja , a Beggar , a Fisherman...l just need to see, open my sight so l can fly.