Short Candlelit Poems

Candlelit tableau
My uncle and my aunts
Singing in the snow...

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Soft amber flame glows
heat engulfs all in its path
in candlelit dreams...

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In the orchestral waves,
Of candlelight,
Her loveliness
Reynaldo Casison...

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Twenty chute-fed years
Of fiction; pursed, candlelit,
Absorbing fine-print....

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A candlelit grin, 
Causes these pumpkins to glow, 
As October ends.

© 2014...

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Auburn

Such a romance
raises from the petal edge
the scent of brandy candlelit...

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midnight flickering
of dancing shadows
~ candlelit whispers



posted on June 10, 2019...

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She is not barricaded faith
Nor is she candlelit belief
She is not invisible
Although she is unseen

10/28/20...

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Soft the glow in her candlelit night; sublime
As stepping from the midnight shower; She..
Covering my heart her warmth; love's kisses....

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Whispered words
Soothing poetry in your ear
Candlelit evening fading
Into Red Wine dreams
Words that touch the soul
Holding hands
Forever
A simple kiss
As we gaze upon the wilted rose...

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For I alone, navigate these candlelit plains
For I alone, cross blades with an all-consuming black
For I alone, sense the haunting sensation, shadows on my back

Wandering, an endless night...

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I can hear you sigh
As you rustle the sheets,
Lost in a dream.
Sleep is evading me
So I lay 
With you
And look through my window
Not at the obsidian lake
Nor the candlelit roses
But at the luminescent moon
Beautiful in its solitude....

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She lit the candles,
One at a time,
We drank herbal tea,
And sat side by side,
Feelings came easy,
In a positive sign,
We moved slowly closer,
As the sofa reclined,
The pulse of her music,
Was edgy and fine,
Over and under,
Together in time.

Candlelit moments,
When she was mine....

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Great black clouds
Clot the blood-red sky, 
Pink stained shadows
Where daylights go to die.
Candlelit processions 
In valley ways awake,
Trickle waxen grief
Onto valley lake,
Threading bright the promise
Though choir has ceased refrain, 
Holding back the night
That dawn should come again....

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Christmas.
Holly, ivy,
Fur tree and candy canes.
Lashings of gravy, turkey crown,
Baked sticky pudding, helpings of mince pies.
Crackers, charades, family fun,
Candlelit mass, carols.
Joyful smiles this…
Christmas.

Contest: A Red-Letter Day Rictameter Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Date: 23/12/2019...

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Light shines through the morning window...
Through your long dark hair my desire grows..
Barely dressed as we pack our bags...
A night or two away and far from life's snags...
A dinner for us is a candlelit escape...
For five star room we must close the drapes...
Lay and watch the city steal the moon...
For we groove to sounds of our sensual tunes......

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Fall
arcane drops
of burnt hawthorn,
refashion chestnut beauty
as enticing odes of jovial
amber plume fowls serenade 
maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease
timber soils of stillness in calm chaos.
Extend sunsets cool moonlight greetings 
I...fancy open candlelit windows alluring
subtle bliss embracing the core 
values revived endng
summer’s erotic
E
N
D...

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"Clean shaven memories remain
stuck in silence waiting to scream"

Voices sing out in adulation
inflections bending an ear
float me off   to be
lit eye interior arranged
to be blown away 
with heavenly wings

Candlelit flickers imagine 
soft breeze kisses  await
crisscrossed oceans and moonbeams 
aired along whispered dreams
folded up neatly
cascading my way...

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A sprinkle of humour
A dash of wit
A twinkling eye
Many a soft word
A barely audible sigh
A tender touch
Let lips the other's cheek lightly brush
A glass or two of wine
Fine food
A candlelit room

With such ingredients
The wonder of love
Will come to the fore
So be careful your love potion to pour.
Those elements will never fail
Keep them as your holy grail...

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A vanilla candlelit dream
floats down a clear blue stream

The earthy sun does shine on
red hot flame lit til dawn

Floating down the river so sweetly
As you come over with daisies to greet me

Smells of dew and music of doves
movements of shew shew and voices of love

A spirit filled soul inside the river blew
the flame only grew and the I knew

By Susan Mills...

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We traveled all day long
Like two wandering gypsies
Couldn’t wait to get to our retreat
When we’d put up our feet
The allure of that secluded bar
With its bluesy sweet melodies
Awaiting table candlelit for two
We’ll cap off the evening 
Swaying on through the night
With a glass of chardonnay
And linger till it’s time to sleep



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

posted on September 20, 2019...

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She is not conflicted youth
Nor is she wisdom's solace
She is not untroubled virtue
Nor aloof neglect
She is not the condemned's justice
Or the penitent's salvation

She is not barricaded faith
Nor is she candlelit belief
She is not invisible
Although she is unseen

She is not pity's allurement
Nor is she pride, unshamed
She is but a cold gravestone's
Crumbled, abandoned name.

8/09/19...

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Power down the device
  Fire up your pencil and eraser
The act of writing intimate once again
  A cozy booth for two in a candlelit café

Pressure to produce ebbs away
  Like the tide retreating from the shoreline
Thoughts flit in and out of consciousness
  Butterflies emerging from their cocoons

Contests, prizes, glory all pale 
beside the discovery that is yours --
  As you grip your pencil
  The machine loosens its grip on you...

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The last dregs of summer, as autumn arrives

Sun seeking birds now take to the sky.

Black juicy brambles are there for the taking,

Apples now ripe, soon mums will be baking.

Candlelit lanterns will take to the streets,

As children cry out,"is it trick or treat."

As November fires light up the sky

Guy Fawkes is burning, and winter is nigh.

Oh blessed autumn such bounty you bring,

The year's parting gifts, before winter's sting....

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Blinking and breathing, is your soul alive? 
I bleed poetry cutting deep with my pen;
Poets do what we can to survive; 

Where we’re going, where we’ve been 
a tower with an endless beam of light; 
Scars cover the poet drenched in caffeine ;

Blood splattering every letter we write 
open a vein, faint, and keep on crawling;  
Candlelit verses bombard you all night; 

Is it your job or is it a calling? 
Would you bleed if no one was watching?...

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