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~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to All’s begin~
~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~
We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_
As Ye Bellow of Life’s passing in “Heavenly Eloquence”
~Here lies a tribute of essential remembrance_
A wading monument of Life on earth brief residence.
Here silences the war of self_ O ye grateful benevolence_
Desisted “malum in se” per ye astute calm resonance~
Though as humbling our earthly abode behest us, our ethereal statue is of the greater value _and that of supreme prominence_
It is in this light we ask that thy soul be judge not harshly but with utmost care and tenderness_
We extend our forgiveness to all thy follies made towards man and beast alike _so they may bare weight of little consequence_
We Pray that of all the works of thine hands _ only the best of them deems to be that of the highest significance_
We ask that the power of all that is glorious and good be used in determining the final resting place of thy eternal unending existence.
For as a well loved _ and beloved devoted friend, family, mortal and being, we pray thy deeds built thee a worthy heavenly edifice.
As we lay in mourn with thee _ let our outstretched hands hold as clear unwavering evidence_
Of our bond to rise above the shadows of darkness and fear _ and to shine brightly in unified elegance_
May thy grace and glory hold a candle to those who have traveled before thee _So Ye may live on amongst them In humble respect and love _ with dignified endurance_
Yea though, we shall not ever hear thy voice or see thy smiling face _ Thy life is forever ours _ In memory of thy happiness, thy sorrows, thy absence and in thy ever presence_
There shall be no other like unto thee_ For Thy virtue is beheld by Thine own instinctive essence.
So blame us not for our reluctance to give way to thy fate _ we beg pardon of our momentary hesitance.
Standing together here today _ we stand not in question of our sad unwillful grievances.
For the bitter sweet memory of thy “Life and Loves” flashes before our eyes in momentary instances.
You called me Memory
not realizing that is all I want
I couldn't ask for anymore
than to be a lovely memory in someone's heart
To be remembered is a great responsibility
I will wear this name well
I'm proud of this name bestowed to me by one of my heroes
One of my friends
One of my sisters
One of my own
One of my most precious memories
A memory with a future
My dear sweet loves
Silver cannot describe your voice
It's far more valuable
It's like gold to my ears
Comfort to my soul
Honey to my throat
It coats me in love
It muses my own thoughts
An ancient way of thinking
I'm an artifact
But don't put me behind glass
Leave me buried or clean me up
but appreciate my beauty either way
I'm too lovely to be forgotten
So don't think that you can leave without thoughts of me
I'll haunt your own memories and gain the trust of your dreams
I'll stay in the creases of your heart and be the sleep in your eyes when you wake
I can turn necks with a simple smile
Don't hold a candle to me
For it will only pale
The rust and dirt that stains me are contributions to my selflessness
I'm a warrior of time
A bandit of sorrows for I will wear yours as my own
I'm cracked but I've withheld against wind a torment
A treasure lost for far too long
The map that leads to me has been smudged beyond repair
But I'm not...
No I'm not the shiniest or the one filled with the most riches
But I am to be cherished
For I am only one
The caverns of my heart are to be explored with reverence
I'll open up but can easily crumble
I know how to rebuild but I've come too far to start over again
I've withstood the test of centuries and I will make it to the end
My treasure hunters
You've found me
Don't look anywhere else for what I can hold
It's too great for most
But you can handle it
I was made to be found by greatness
To hold greatness
And that is what you have filled me with
You've prepared me for wondrous things
Things that can't be reached in just one lifetime
No wonder that I have so many more to live
How many times can your heartbreak
How many times must I feel this ache,
Like an old friend we are well acquainted
Leaving big holes in my soul and life tainted,
I sit here now crying real tears
And there is nothing that I can do,
I look out the window and see a full moon
And I wonder what is the reason and truth,
Behind the pain and the heartache we will go through
When endured far too much as it is.
As my tears drop on the worktop
I know I have to keep a grip
If I am to get through all this
And no matter if the sun shines,
It will always be dark and raining
In a part of my heart.
Thinking of your bravery and of your strength
Will give me the resolve on the end,
I wish I could be as brave as you
I wish I could be as inspiring that is the truth,
For you are amazing
And no one can hold a candle to you.
How can we lose you
How can we bear this heartache in truth.
My tears now flow freely
And I can’t bear to think
There nothing that I can do,
Impotent and powerless to change what’s to come
I feel the need just to hold you,
To shelter, you to protect, you from harm
And tell the universe the stars and moon,
That they cannot have you
But I know the truth,
There is nothing I can do
And so many will mourn you and miss you
And in your short life
You would achieved so much more than mine,
So I salute you
And bow down to you,
As my heart breaks and tears fall from my eyes
But for now it’s goodnight
But not yet for the last time
And as I say goodnight I know the tears that blind
My vision will never go away,
Or the pain ever assuage,
My heart will never heal again
But even when your far away
My love will be right there with you,
Just know that I will always love you
And always think of you,
No matter how much time will pass
Because I love you
And I will miss you
And that’s the sad heartbreaking truth
Just know that I love you.
There is a girl who's skin is like ivory it is so fair,
And Red's crimson cape can't hold a candle to her hair.
She has magical powers untold,
A heart made of pure gold.
She gives her good vibes away until she is sure she will die,
Then someone comes along who needs her good cheer and suddenly she is reenergized.
She is a unicorn, a magnificent prize,
You smile because the tears meant for you, she has cried.
In her soul she screams and cries out to the world,
All you see is a smiling happy girl.
However, if you will truly look in her eyes,
You'll see the pain she so desperately tried to hide.
If you give her half a chance she will show you her true soul,
But beware, demons lurk here, you should know.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, this place was warm and here wild flowers would grow,
No flame could compete with its glow.
But people took this magical beautiful creature and tore it down,
Not even having the respect to lie her in the ground.
Now she is just a glimmer of her former shell,
The beautiful fair Queen...has now fell.
Yet, she continues to live for others sake,
Hiding her pain, wearing a smile that is fake.
Now she wanders constantly, she's on a quest,
To find the heart that once resided in her chest.
When she is alone she sheds her own tears,
As she tries to slay her own fears.
This girl you think is a stranger to you,
Is probably the girl in the mirror looking back at you!
Worry not, dear sister, you are not alone,
There are many unicorns beside you...you just have blinders on.
So allow your sister a small consideration,
And listen to my declaration:
Let not this world destroy your beautiful soul,
Take back your magic, and never again let go.
Go out into the fields, find your unicorn sisters and embrace them, for you are not alone,
Because the only fairy tales that aren't true are the ones that turn to mist once they're gone.
Refused to be forgotten or dismissed,
Until I see you again, I love you, sis.
There are three of us in this romance
It’s a strained love triangle between you
And me
And that gleaming set of drums lurking in your spare room
However much you may try to deny it
To say that I am the only one for you
That instrument knows better
She can see right through your carefully constructed assurances
She watches you touch me
And she laughs her mocking silent laugh
Because she feels a stronger caress every night when I’m away
When she embraces you in her steely grip
And transports you back to the realm of your youth
A place I can never go with you
Whenever I walk into her domain I feel her brooding mockery
The bronzed Halloween mouth of the hi-hat flaps in an abrasive chuckle
Taunting my fragile mortality
Reminding me that she was here long before me
And she’ll live on long after I’m cold in the ground
She knows she was your first and truest love
She exposes me as a pitiful flesh-and-blood copy of her dominatrix allure
My eyes don’t shine like her shimmering paint
My curves don’t hold a candle to her solid voluptuous shape
And the sweet whispers and cries of passion that escape my tender lips –
She drowns them out with her thundering primal roars
Sometimes in my braver moments I think that I can beat her
That I can prise you away with my brittle white fingers
But then I see you sitting in the midst of her glory
Like a powerful exotic king
With your hair flowing free and your eyes ablaze
I hear the erotic melodies that pound through your fists
Into her metallic belly
And it is then that the realization sinks in
In this weird love triangle of three
You are the husband and she is your steely wife
And as for me -- I am the other woman
Forever perched precariously on the edge
A mistress beside your instrumental queen…
Reading captions besides smiling lips.
Reveiwing lifesyles and basics.
Choosing in a moment or over quiet deliberation whether
to reply to a flirtatious glance.
Finding, more and more, that I have little experience at this game.
In its ruless, non-conformist, strange land.
Where one easily becomes prey to wolves and vultures.
Some introducations drip of the bitter venom;
Others no etiquette with little skills of we social animals.
Regardless, we all call out seeking some one to fill the void prior relations left.
Some were a literal " Yikes!"
Their manner seemed afraid that smiling
would either break the camera or their face.
Others were the hearldings of wounds previous relationships had inflicted,
leaving them open to fester, ooze, and putrify.
I do not wish to be the antibiotic they need;
a Florence Nightingale they want to tend and bangage these sores.
Others have no interests save the industry paying for this lot of cyberspace.
Fairly boring not much to say.
I would not be able to carry on a conversation beyond pleasentries and introductions.
Though I do not understand if it is me or them at fault
More to the point when I allow myself to be taken by the hand by another touched on theneck by a gentle hand A kiss so soft so warm melting the icy armor,
coolness of my demenor.
Diva gladly abdicates her throne.
Needy for a touch of a lover, consistant and sincere.
More cautiously do I proceed; not to let anyone, just anyone, in marring up my house.
Too many years I have tucked away
these true feelings boiling deep with in me.
So very few in the world can hold a candle to my expectations.
For the moment diva will keep her crown.
Form:
My words wont ever hold a candle to Poe or Byron.
Rhymes about whiskey and loose woman.
No that pulitzer there really is no need in admiring.
For Im the guy that get's wasted and jumps
over fire.
Gives everyone a good laugh.
But im far from what women desire.
Im a jackass of poetry. Hi kids it's your
old buddy john.
Ya know that jerk that slept with your sister
hit on your mom and passed out on the front lawn.
The cop asked me for my license to which
I replied what the hell is that.
Officer Tillman I belive i met your wife in a restroom
down at the laundrymat.
She didnt do ya justice.
Cause you arent all that ugly
but you are kinda fat.
No my last name isnt Knoxville but I
sure had some fun in Tennessee.
Met darlin that left a burnin feelin behind just for me.
My life is like a tweenty four hour cartoon.
A wreckless wonder.
If ya wanna ride along theres always room.
Gotta babydoll I often reffer to as Tinker.
She's my favorite semi insane funsize drinker.
Got a amigo or two.
Some fake ID's cause some people just happen to be looking
for me.
I thought you already knew.
Some people like to hate.
Clive. Forrest. Ian.
Dont be jelouse your still living togather in the same basement
no hope ever having none inflatable
date.
Iv'e taken some pretty hard licks.
Put my mind in a blender .
Now all im left with is becon bits.
Im the Jackass of poetry alone I hold the crown.
Some might call me a village idoit.
But I would say im most fun fella in town.
And if ya read this work and still cant see.
You can go to hell.
And thats one thing apon me my imaginary friends
and my little badass tinker agree.
Forget that first glimpse of the tower of Pisa.
The glorious colorful tulips in their beds at
Keukenhoff Gardens in springtime.
The Eiffel tower blinking in the darkness.
The Grand Canyon gilded at sunset.
The wandering mist from the power and
thunder of Niagara Falls.
The magic in the sails of Sydney's
Opera House on the harbor.
The bright beauty of Tokyo city lights.
Disney World and all its sights.
Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria's green hills.
Views from Seattle's Space Needle, day or night.
How the cool smooth metal of the towering
St. Louis Arch changes color with the sun.
Atlanta's pride in her Stone Mountain carving.
Forget the impressive beauty of the
Statue of Liberty on her own tiny island.
The thrill of traveling the everglades by air-boat,
Hong Kong's breathtaking skyline.
Enjoying Auckland's shoreline by horseback.
An enchanted river cruise down the Thames.
The awesome art museums each city offers.
Ancient Irish castles and countryside cottages.
The music and lights of San Antonio's riverwalk.
Marveling at the golden gate bridge swaying in the wind.
The warm aqua Hawaiian Surf and pearl white sands.
I now have my greatest sight. . .
Those button shaped ebony eyes that twinkle
Those cute little chubby cheeks and
A smile that lights the heavens.
© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong
*Note: During my flying career I have been blessed to see all these sights
and more, yet they can't hold a candle to my g. children Carissa or Brody.
Daddy I remember, I was probably about three, all the times you made me laugh, like when
you tickled me.
Daddy I adored you, even when I made you mad, youv'e always taken care of me, through
the good times and the bad.
Daddy I remember, when you would play guitar, and we would sing to grandma, to me you
were a star.
Didn't have much money, and when mom went away, you worked, cleaned and cooked for
us, and taught us how to pray.
Then one day I turned sixteen, a real tough age for me, didn't always think things through
and acted selfishly.
All I ever meant to do was make you proud of me, I'm sorry if I wasn't who you expected
me to be.
Daddy I was hurting too, you also caused me pain, and just like you I sometimes felt I was
about to go insane.
Daddy it is true that you have given me a lot, because you only wanted me to have the
things you never got.
Daddy I appreciate the things youv'e bought for me, but the happiest Iv'e ever been was
when we barely had a thing.
The love and trust between us then was very special to me, and there's no amount of money
that could replace those memories.
Daddy what I'm getting at is no matter what you do, there's nobody else on earth that could
ever hold a candle to you.
Because it takes a special man to raise two kids alone, nobody helped you do it, you did it
on your own.
Daddy your my hero, the good times outweigh the bad, because God gave me the best
daddy a girl could ever have.
So grateful to have lived during your
lifetime,
I wasn't born when the great Sam Cooke was in
his prime,
But I know that he is gazing down from above,
Smiling at you because you're holding the torch
like hand in glove,
Singing love songs that sincerely touch people
from beginning to end,
Luther, your talent is the 8th wonder of the world,
truly a god send.
As a teen, I would sit in my room and play your
album, Forever, For Always, For Love
for hours upon hours,
Absolutely captivated by your interpretation and
vocal power,
I heard "Any Love" just the other day,
Your delivery upon the first note still blows me away,
You are in the category with Smokey Robinson
and Stevie Wonder,
When you sang, "Wait For Love"
I really believed and waited,
When you sang, "I'm Only Human"
I was totally inundated
By your sensitivity,
No one can hold a candle to your rendition of any
love ballad,
You are the icing on the cake, the tomato in the salad!
You are a great writer, producer, and singer, no one
can ever place you under,
Any kind of microscope or
label,
I am praying that one day you are able,
To delight us again with your gift of song,
I miss your creativity and I long,
To see you in concert
again,
You are a singers' singer,
A microphones greatest
friend.
Luv you Luther!