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Last night,
at your grave,
without tears and flowers,
one already spent candle
lit up in late hours.
It’s a sad sight,
casting melancholy shadows,
last night, on your grave,
one candle to its end it goes.
And I wouldn’t swear
it wasn’t stolen,
perhaps placed there
by a human shadow with soul in,
or maybe someone tragic,
a wanderer from the margins.
When I think about it,
I feel a sense of longing.
Do they wander here,
and as the last flame will be andel,
it sadly extinguishes,
the flame of a spent candle.
And it’s as if with it,
from memory, it vanished,
when the last flame of candle
ceased to be banished.
Last night,
at your grave,
without tears and flowers,
one already spent candle
lit up in late hours.
DJQuill Dec 6
Once there was a candle in my hand
with no light
Just a candle

You gave it fire
And made it burn
It created light
A sign of hope
A guide through the night

Now this once burning candle
Begins to fade slowly
In this dark and frightening tunnel

It was not you who blew out the candle
It is certainly not my birthday wish
That I tried to blow out
It was a wind of change -
Time itself is the person
Who tried to put it out

Now I'm here, trying my best
To keep alive the guide through the night

My Beatrice - source of light
Guide through the night
When all hope and love is gone
Will you light the candle for me again?
I lost you in this dark place, my love
In this tunnel of despair

Don't let the candle go out
Thou shalt be the one to fade
May hope and luck be a shield for the fire
Frank Cavalo Nov 24
O, Candle!
Warm me so
Tinge the palm with soot
Feel the flame
Embrace ye whole
Flee not – to flirting brook.

Make my gelid
Heart whistle
Like kettle overrun
Stir not
With the Finger
You may end up losing some.

Be careful
Not to under
Mine or worse – estimate
The Joy
In Suffering
Is one most intimate.

Let the pain
Consume ye
And be met with greater bliss
For there’s no greater
Pleasure than
To burn as warm as this.
Melissa Starr Oct 11
Hear the wind
See the breeze billow out the curtain as I sit listening to soft jazz
It seems the music and curtain dance in the midst of it all, swinging and swaying
Sound moves all things
Or though they say

Thoughts meander with sound and light
Crescendos as lightning strikes the tree in the horizon
Light pierces darkness
Only to light the flame of the candle, once again in the night
Saanvi Oct 11
Candlelight
drinks my blood from the vine.
Your soft glow
suffocates me at midnight.
Holding close to my chest
I harbour your love,
Your beauty still dazzles me to my core.
Pretentious blues, ugly truths taking flight,
castles built and then ruined by arrogance.
It's you it's you,
it's all for you my love.
Even though I can't compare to your touch.
I know I know
I know I might be nihilistic,
but baby I know I love you.
Please forgive my ugliness.
Please redeem me, free me
from your holdings.
Believe me, relieve me.
Your love will strangle me alive, bury my bones dead my love.
If you need me, need me,
then say so.
Otherwise I might sniff out the candle.
I want to stop dancing with you in the light of the half moon.
But it's you it's you,
it's all for you my love.
Even though your gentle caresses leave bruises on my hands.
I know I know I know
I might be a pessimist,
but you look so beautiful
In the candlelight.
And what is beauty, if not destruction.
I have killed myself over ugly truths.
Might as well I die in glory, take my chances, be remembered for greatness,
like the tragic romance of Romeo and Juliet.
If your love kills me tonight,
that's alright.
It's all for you my love,
You look so pretty in the candlelight
drinking my blood.
I am just an image like a flickering candle waiting to die......
Emery Feine Oct 2
I lit a white, waxy candle
I said I would start when the flame got brighter
And as I expected the light to grow taller
The wax only melted and got smaller
this is my 93rd poem, written on 4/20/24
Balaguer Sep 24
I tried looking away
your beauty still lingers on me
mesmerizingly evil.
A shame to look at
I rather bleed on paper.
A sin to think about
I much rather talk in sly secret.
Suggestions?
Being fed to the wolves isn't too bad.
get away from this dangerous,
Devious thought of
desiring you.
It's always good to take a break from anything;
until the break is permanent
Ayesha Zaki Sep 12
Like a candle,
The reflection of our shattered, but beating heart continues to grow Dimmer
As the passage of time goes on;
Kindled by our growing sorrow and the want to be ignited yet again for one final time,
The hours fleeting by as flowers wilt
And the ever-lasting rain ceases.
hope isn't always very steadfast, is it?
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