Candle Poems

Candle poems bring the best collection of short and long candle poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great candle rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these candle poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on candle are here for you.

The Candle Burns

The Candle Burns short poem

Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost

Smoking Candle

Smoking Candle short poem

A plug dismantles a temper unveils a pink bullet-hole on the fore-head. A butterfly flutters and then sits on the lips, offers an apology for the smile. The water blooms in eyes cascading to chest for measuring the mounts. Who

Flame Of Candle

Flame Of Candle short poem

When darkness conquers your world which was once filled up with light, when you are knocked down a thousand times , still you are ready to fight . At the very stage of life you need a flame of candle

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx long poem

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

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Now And Then

Now And Then short poem

it happens now and then a mother begs for her child and bleeds inside down there in the abyss in dirt and smoke you say it is ugly and turn your eyes to the Indian rollers in flight showing the

Willow

Willow short poem

A curse and a blessing sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, somewhere between darkness and dawn a candle in the wind… I take it to the heart, I take it on the run crossing some crazy state line one more

Poems containing references to : Candle

Silent Request

Silent  Request short poem

When I sleep, You come to me You sit by my side And touch my face with your soft fingers. your touch makes me warm and secure. I forget all my worries. You kiss on my cheeks With your trembling

Don’t Go Sweetheart

Don’t Go Sweetheart ode

Tonight, a night under a blue moon, still alive, not dead, let me read, all unread, let me write, all unwritten, let me see, all unseen, let me show, shown not ye, let me do, done not yet, let me

Poison

Poison short poem

Give me a cup laced with poison, little cobra’s kiss graveyard……………. she is sleeping under the tree……. remembering the days of togetherness, kisses deep with a candle, unending……………… desire me, trap me…….surround me let me face my destiny…. cannot escape as

Silence

Silence long poem

When there is nothing and no one else, there is Silence… The one companion who is but a thought away. In the midst of every strife, in all of one’s traumas or the most peaceful or joyful times, the moment

Count your blessings

Count your blessings short poem

I do not wish to conquer the earth, Nor do I want to fathom the sea, I never aspire to possess the sky, I only wish to be shown the path to happiness doing Thy work; Oh Lord lead me

Nirbhaya

Nirbhaya short poem

From the dark abode To the glimpses of light With fearlessness, she comes As Nirbhaya…behind her name. Fearless gains relentless power From her silent lips Neither an object nor a thing Live and survive for own self The power of

Barters A Call

Barters A Call short poem

A pair of reverberating black eyes Moves in the street of dead moths, Under yellow light of forlorn streets Moves uncertainly in a sleepy town, The luminous mist adorns her face, The wounded eyes of poverty Barters a call for

A Woman’s Urge To Be Discovered

A Womans Urge To Be Discovered short poem

O sailor a voyage you know and know the nautical miles , ways of winds find your ways faraway land you discovered , treasure beneath and distant,precious stones,waterfalls and fountains , everday I lit a lamp and hope you discover

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

Hey You Beautiful Eyes!

Hey You Beautiful Eyes! short poem

Hey, what is that your cold piercing gaze is searching for? After breaking my heart into pieces, what you sailed away for I hope I will find you someday, somewhere at some someplace But love is what you are, you

Came The Moths

Came The Moths long poem

The moths came in pitch darkness of that night towards the flickering flame of the candle I lit to cry all night to relive, from pain of stings inflicted by thousands of wasps, the yellow banded ones, wild and ferocious, the

Peace and Love

Peace and Love short poem

Peace is a candle in the darkest hour. Love is the petals that fall from a flower. Peace is a rainbow arching the sky. Love is the child that keeps asking why? Peace is a dove in a sea of

D-day In One’s Life

D day In Ones Life long poem

LOVE ETERNAL It was a phone call most unexpected mystique and warmth was in the call I just could not believe it can be so for I was away travelling in Air far away Requesting me for a surprise visit

A Lonely Mother

A Lonely Mother ode

Dear Daughter, If I were the sunshine my golden rays would enfold you in my warmth, And fill your dawn with joy and happiness. If I were a flower, I would bloom in your garden, And fill your every breath

No-man’s-land

No man’s land short poem

Sadness was invading my wounds. Again I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart to write a new poem. A scythe cuts a cloud that it was not. I reel under the unexpected rain of words. You go up on

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

Molten Sighs

Molten Sighs short poem

Drop by drop The candle dies, Its molten self Drips with a sigh, The bright flame above Unaware of the ordeal How with each moment The pain the candle feels As little winged creatures Fly in for their death Fluttering

Learning

Learning sonnet poems

What use books, knowledge, ways to see the world, To learn to deal with life, the laws and men? What use to know protection and defense, And poetry, why flags are rolled and then unfurled? for what is it to

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope is like a bright star It always shines from afar Hope is the endless streams It’s made of all our dreams Hope is the sunrises in one day It paths will always find a way Hope is the turning

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

For Absent Friends

For Absent Friends short poem

Somewhere in between the waking and the dream, I can feel you close to me. Just before times hands reshape the desert sands, I can feel you reach for me. In the blink of tear stained eyes, watching weary to

Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures short poem

Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt, Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt. Making the perfect mud cake, Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake. Letting myself go insane, To fight all things mundane. Cooking a delightful

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace short poem

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling

Without Qualms

Without Qualms short poem

He resumed walking with the sun propelled in river of fire of blunt red and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her, who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree. The vibrations still follow the echo of

Dying To Live

Dying To Live short poem

Eight kisses of death and I am alive My chest is still bleeding Come brother, come, stitch my wounds. What shall we believe, rebirth or life after death? Both are study of wasteland. To speak through angels is difficult these

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

Past failure’s dine.

Past failures dine. prose poem

When things happen the way we do not want them to, especially when we have alternative ways for a better result, a few of us tend to go against the present time with our own ideology. A few stand up

Like A Moth To Your Flame

Like A Moth To Your Flame short poem

I thought I must be crazy, Becoming too attached to someone I can never see. And it’s difficult to believe, You could become just as attached to me. Drawn to your fire, Like a moth to a flame. On and

Can It Be Helped?

Can It Be Helped? short poem

This mistake no question, turned into the greatest gain. I fell for you so damn hard, long before I learned your name. I can’t help that I fall in love, every time you come through my door. I don’t know

Ponderings

Ponderings short poem

Moonless shadows flicker from an ebbing amber candle on the farm house porch just off Old Mill Road, too hot to sleep. Solstice stillness in rural dark deepens following a distant dim lightning flash rumbling thunder this midsummer night. Invisible

Fixed Flux

Fixed Flux short poem

Looking beyond the window I always wanted to shut my eyes. No sky could hold my head. I didn’t want to see the innocent smiles vanishing from the moulded faith. The smell of burning leaves wafts through the catacomb of

A Note To Mum On Mother’s Day

A Note To Mum On Mothers Day short poem

I do apologize Giving you credit on your day, Mother You’d think you fell into oblivion And to memory you come occasionally, Mother You’d think the stream of my love From my heart stops flowing, Mother You’d think my eyes

A Believer To His Love

A Believer To His Love short poem

An angel must have eavesdropped in my dreams And made those true by leading me to you And thanks to God for sun and rays it beams But doubly so for you and love you show I guess, the womb

Fighters At Large

Fighters At Large short poem

A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.

Midnight Still

Midnight Still short poem

Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens

Feeding The Lizards

Feeding The Lizards short poem

These souls incognito, twice removed, sipping the ‘blue-bloods’ auric crowns, burning spirit candle’s flame of attitude, turn you inside-out like puppet clowns. While you eat the flesh of every other, fashioning conscience by divine right, pyramid’s eye is blind n’

Papi Mario

Papi Mario long poem

I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick