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Short Paraffin Poems

Short Paraffin Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Paraffin by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Paraffin by length and keyword.


Purification By Fire
Melting Paraffin
Cleansing my sins
Burning flame 
In his name
Holy Grail
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Categories: paraffin, inspirational, life, philosophy
Form: Couplet



Aeroplane
Aviation
Engines
Run 
On
Paraffin
Liquid
Atoms
Neatly
Extracted





© Copyright KC.Leake
22nd September 2015
All Rights Reserved...

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Categories: paraffin, flying, travel,
Form: Acrostic
Flames of Waxen Pillars
Flames glow with rhythmic fluttering, casting dark shadows upon my wall. Paraffin rivers trickle from candles, spilling in flow that mimics my tears. My voice whispers, calling your name. I smother the wicks of waxen pillars. October 31, 2021 Bite Size Poem no25 Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Categories: paraffin, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Paraffin Metaphor
Paraffin in liquid with heat,
I let a drop of water in it neat,
It sizzled and smoked and paraffin turned solid,
at that particular place,
More of paraffin dropped on solid spot,
and melted it down again,
our interactions are like that,
any human pouring cold water over your zest,
and you turn cold at best,
you look for warmth,
before you catch your next breath....

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Categories: paraffin, inspirational, life, philosophy, water, water,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Solitude of the Candle
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The Solitude of the Candle
David J Walker

The sweet smell of spiced  
paraffin and flame

the solitude of darkness
		I am the name

I am the sound 
of the moniker 
and bound

To hold the meaninglessness 
 of a darkness 

in a
		Darkened  frame

In a dark space
		In a dark place

Just beyond 
		The Candles claim 

And will be remembered
		So long lives

		The candle's flame...

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Categories: paraffin, adventure, dark, light,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Crossing Over
He awoke
to the sound of pouring rain,
the wind whistling 
around the windmill tower,
the aroma of homemade toasted bread
and coffee brewing on the paraffin stove…

In a daze, eyelids heavy,
he heard distant voices.
“He breathes like a sparrow.
The time is near.”
A tear fell on his frail hand.
In the shadows
the ferryman patiently waited…

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Categories: paraffin, death, farewell,
Form: Free verse

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