Lamp Poems - Poems about Lamp

When not out clubbing hey-ho the merry oh at night with the Inuit I suspect by intuit an intrepid Inuk named Nanook a-hunting walrus he would go with his trusty harpoon traipsing 'cross the ice and snow then when paddling afloat he went in the harsh Arctic environment to keep out the bitter cold and damp in the very bottom of his boat there was a fiery...

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Middle of the dark night New moon uncloaks the stars My wife snores gently in bed My border collies resting comfortably The warm night entices me I stand in the dark yard The heavens are spread before me A lone streetlamp glows in the distance Its ghostly light a small beacon Yet it does not disturb me ...

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I have a lamp, It glows in stages. I use the brightest, It lights all places. Its color’s lovely, It brings me peace. The lowest glow Helps me release. It casts a rose upon my wall. Then mom walks in, so mad, so cruel— She breaks my lamp, it starts to fall. I have no lamp, My room is bare. No peaceful dreams, No flowers there....

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Carry The Lamp Through the noisy streets. The darkest nights. Through many burdens. Recognize your salvation. Do not complain. Walk brave not knowing. Potential to achieve. Hath discipline, continue growing. Carry the lamp. Be open minded. Nourishment to the soul. Be the light on a dark road. Ignite the fire. Have faith, move forward....

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There was a lamp post, just one, in the middle of a field at night— no road leading to it, no fence surrounding it, just light standing there like a question no one asked, glowing for no one. The ache in my chest opened wide when I saw it— a hollow, bottomless thing, like longing without direction, and I fell in. I thought: If that’s the light, then...

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Lights now off, Yet the room stays bright— With a lamp Still aglow, Chasing the dancing harlots From pillar to post. Contest: Spin a shardoma Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: June 2nd, 2025 Placement: Second...

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nocturnal mistress ...

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I have groped are around blindly seeking others to please. Afraid to disappoint and fearing they would tease. I was so misguided and at times it caused pain. Now that I look back at it, the whole thing was insane. Giving my powers to others and allowing them to control. My own thoughts didn’t matter, I handed...

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April 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 15-17 Key Verse – 1Kings 15:4 Nevertheless for David's sake did the LORD his God give him a lamp in Jerusalem, to set up his son after him, and to establish Jerusalem. FAITH IN GOD WHO GIVES US A LAMP God gives us a lamp toward doing...

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Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp Let’s give a shout out to the one who eats hot salty soft pretzels. Who holds a pine scented lamp that sputters and flares in the darkest night. While they watch gooey black tar percolate from the bowls of the earth. A cautious ladybug creeps across the...

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Hope glows in the lamp of the firefly Here and gone in the wink of an eye ...

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The Lamp in the Darkness In shadows deep, where fear takes hold, And no doubt a chilling story told, A flicker starts, a tiny gleam, A fragile hope, a waking dream. A lamp it is, with gentle light, Dispelling gloom, embracing night. It casts a glow, a warm embrace, A beacon bright in this dark space. Though winds may howl and shadows creep, This tiny...

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When the dismal darkness of the deceivers' camp overwhelms and I have deserted the way, a harsh winter of doubt governs cold and damp. When conniving, selfish men parade and prey, despair grips me tight with disapproval's stamp. My candle is dimmed down inviting their waylay. My deafened ears cannot hear the Lord's voice; my blinded eyes are...

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It's a sea, really Leaves borne like boats on the breeze— Autumn's salty sneeze....

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She lit up my room. No one remembers her but me. Her grace underneath a lacy shade. She was ballerina-tall, one hand behind her head. Lavishly dressed next to a quintessential pic of Jesus and his sacred heart. This old slide of mine scratched and castigated, but I found her as if the doll was a cold case and I surveyed the scene. I eyed the evidence. She appeared when...

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