"scandals" poems - Hello Poetry

Supposing that we lit some candles. One for each person on this earth, we would blow one out at a funeral and light one up at a birth. The world would grow darker every time we lost a fighter but with every new born baby it gets just that bit brighter. If you travelled into a city that was dark and gritty you'd know that they didn't have many in their committee. But.. If the light was brilliant and bright it would send a beaming message throughout the night. Saying "We are here! And we are alive!" Not wanting to be alone we endeavor to collide and form one giant, shining beacon that burns so fierce we're sure it can't weaken We sparkle and crackle and bend nature to our whim the mighty fire so strong it just had to gave in. With it we forged iron and buildings, cars and computers and lit paths of lives to guide commuters We lit up the universe as far as we could see Improving our lives greatly with technology obsessed with our professed fixture on practicality we completely forgot about morality Our fires forged weapons which we aimed next door In one swift movement we saw the effects of war 6,000,000 candles extinguished over arguments on which light is most distinguished So fixated on this light we blinded our eyes and the candle smoke filled the skies. We thought candles were good, they elevated us higher but now all we have is thick smoke and fire. The fire consuming all in its route the root of our lives follow suite. It's eating the oxygen and burning the grass the sand is melting and forming to glass. The glass it shatters into a thousand pieces more candles are lighting, the temperature increases The resources decline, as do the candles buried in ash a hundred thousand scandals. Now only a few lit candles remain as they slowly melt and fade away.

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Nov 8, 2012

Nov 8, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC

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Supposing that we lit some candles..

Supposing that we lit some candles. One for each person on this earth, we would blow one out at a funeral and light one up at a birth. The world would grow darker every time we lost a fighter but with every new born baby it gets just that bit brighter. If you travelled into a city that was dark and gritty you'd know that they didn't have many in their committee. But.. If the light was brilliant and bright it would send a beaming message throughout the night. Saying "We are here! And we are alive!" Not wanting to be alone we endeavor to collide and form one giant, shining beacon that burns so fierce we're sure it can't weaken We sparkle and crackle and bend nature to our whim the mighty fire so strong it just had to gave in. With it we forged iron and buildings, cars and computers and lit paths of lives to guide commuters We lit up the universe as far as we could see Improving our lives greatly with technology obsessed with our professed fixture on practicality we completely forgot about morality Our fires forged weapons which we aimed next door In one swift movement we saw the effects of war 6,000,000 candles extinguished over arguments on which light is most distinguished So fixated on this light we blinded our eyes and the candle smoke filled the skies. We thought candles were good, they elevated us higher but now all we have is thick smoke and fire. The fire consuming all in its route the root of our lives follow suite. It's eating the oxygen and burning the grass the sand is melting and forming to glass. The glass it shatters into a thousand pieces more candles are lighting, the temperature increases The resources decline, as do the candles buried in ash a hundred thousand scandals. Now only a few lit candles remain as they slowly melt and fade away.