Candle Poems - Poems about Candle

Dear Future Generations, The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine. He was still pouting when...

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a wax tear formed on redwood heart in the dark yet lit by many a candle wick my dry eyes wet acapella soars blood sweat tears adorns welled up wall to wall ascent hearts rent and bound in grief silent, deafening defeating lies spurs on healing stoked by perspective straight candlesticks proud, on fire a Holy Spirit spire ...

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(Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5) Out, out, brief candle—flicker, fade, A tiny light in the grand parade. For life is but a wisp, a flare, A fleeting moment in the cosmic air. We light our candles, then they die, In the blink of an eye, we sigh. But what if life is not a race, But just a candle in a cluttered...

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A single candle can light thousands other candles before it burns itself destroying even the smallest darkness....

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Flames flickered as the candle’s light Touched the chilling breath of night Shadows danced around with no sound Bottle of ink filled with nightshade Sleeps under the moonlight A quill soft as a dream is held by a figure half immersed in darkness Waiting for the elixir of thoughts As the clock struck twelve With great haste the figure dips the...

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I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time, My world collapses around me like a house of cards struck by the wind, I need an outstretched hand to help me bear the overwhelming pain, To soothe my soul tormented by waves of sadness that drown me in silence. I drown in an ocean of...

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I find my hands are dripping - With the wax of my emotion. And yet I lie here waiting - In the pool of my devotion. How could i know this fervor - From flame who melts my candle - If I wait to jump at grandeur, A heat fresher than I can handle. The wise can't act by chance, So they must not...

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In the depths of sorrow, could it be love learns no more, for in a reluctant release of a love cast spell, could It be a shadow dancing upon the weary wind that slowly dies with the setting sun A lone candle flicker as one poet writes .... ...

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LYRIC Nestled in the roaming woods of a paperback novel a tiny quaint house sits in a grove of lavender flowers The moonlight spills beams of radiant showers as I climb to the surface upon loves tower I wait in silence as moment pass by reciting and rehearsing a song for you and I Forever and endless You lie...

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Me and candle light In deep dark dark night Dancing, shadow on the wall Memory of a lost soul Together we share the loneliness With no sorrow or happiness We may live till the morning light We may parish in the dark dark night 4/3/2004 ...

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May we be blessed every day we are alive to keep an open mind keep an open heart and never to stop learning To keep the light of love acceptance compassion liberty and the light of justice burning ...

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The first lesson of a candle is how it loses nothing when it shares it’s light In fact…when used to light another candle it then burns twice as bright. I knew she was a candle from the day I met her… always willing to share her light…to help in any way. She possessed the power of a candle the ability...

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Night. Walk in, light the candle, watch as the flame dances across the wall. Finally, it feels okay. Kneel by the side, hopefully by the side of the one who watches. Tell me that, that it will be alright …Or take me. The dancing ember looks me in the eye. He nods. What is it that you want,...

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Gone in a moment, yet timeless ye be: Flame in my candle, and soul that's in me....

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The affection of my mother, a solemn silence of apathy and burning, the affection that assisted my inevitable yearning, yearning for fondness, empathy, passion and love, a cemented wish from the fumes above, the fumes which escaped from my annual candle, the vehemence too disconsolate for a young girl to handle, the solemn silence remains a verifiable memory, embossed into...

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