Wax Poems - Poems about Wax

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I stand in my candle holder With a wick upon my shoulder. My place is by the window... Listening to the wind blow. Seasons come and go with pass... Changing opposite the glass. Sunrises through to sunsets... This candle never forgets. Pending, you are source of fire... When you strike, you spark desire. We are a match - you of your match And I, the candle...

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Another body has burned; Sweet release. I run so f*cking hot I struggle to breathe, But I’ve changed so much! Sweet release. Rubbernecking the sun as they tell me that I’ve won. Sweet release. There’s purple in these eyes, staring at a neck every time I strum a line. (Gasp) Sweet release. But there’s nothing I’m afraid of (sweet release) Like a candle dressed...

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I want to tell a funny story, About this certain candle I had bought. “We’ll have a romantic night in” This is the first thing I thought. Now this candle had its own jar, One of those ones with 3 wick burners, A statement decor piece, they say A real mood turner. I put the kids to bed And set up...

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In the realm of night within my mind, where moonlight drips like wax, I lose myself among old memories, shrouded in mist, dancing at the edge of an abyss, do not come too close to me, for my heart is a labyrinth full of thorns and unfulfilled dreams, see me beyond the illusory happiness, forget my face that promises...

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Through a world of wax and shadows they ever wander, Secret auditors of inner voices, clear as crystal, Following them like music throbbing through the veins of a slumbering city, Whispering hidden paths - some call madness, others, myth. Within them wrestles a muse born of the depths of being, Singing a wordless melody, yet full of ancient meanings. Under their...

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A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor They told me we would walk the stars, If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me, And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there, And a piece of she. They told me that the world would heal, If you shared your mind, and...

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In the nighttime hours As the world deftly creeps by I summon my powers Spread my wings and fly Past cotton clouds, Snow-capped mountains, white I am lost and I am found I am beauty and blight Past the midnight chimes A soul searching for home Tangling myself in rhymes So as to not feel alone Catch the updraft of hope Friendship sun on my face My place in...

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In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax, Lone women walk with hearts as hard as bitter stone. A flame of pure pride, in their veins runs hot, Thinking of a dreamed prince, whom longing carries in the mind. In their hidden chambers, embroidered with restless longing, Trees of memories grow, that have not borne an answer, Walls of...

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moon plays in phases with its wax and wane cycle from slack, lax and lame to wanton wax lyrical inspired lunar conundrum...

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I light up my lighter but never to smoke but to do something that makes me a joke. i set a candle on fire, the flames grow higher as i watch the violet envelope the crimson. the candle is pink and striped with white it casts a yellow shining light. wax pools in the lake below the wick i feel it getting...

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Lifted by the sweet sound of birdsong, wild surfer on double overhead waves; I feel all that Sex wax and Billabong....

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I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane Mine body electric analogous to Google map pronounced with arteries and countless varicose vein visible popping blood vessels leeches haven grand old time at expense of poor sucker abracadabra backfired courtesy corp hustle legerdemain. Aging baby boomer no longer fit as a fiddle accumulating extra adipose tissue around the middle ain't no...

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ridges on my lips left from imprints of your voice lingering like wax...

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the crow seeks out his company to the keen, he waxes eloquently the dull just hear cacophony ...

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