Poetry Challenge #19 -- Candlelight

[Fluffy]

The theme is candlelight set in any mood you'd like. Happy, sad, cozy, scary, romantic... Do whatever you'd like with it. Here is a list of theme ideas if you need any:

• Birthday
• Power outage
• Wintertime
• Darkness
• Getting lost
• Date night

I hope I could inspire you with my lovely list. XD I encourage you to make the poem(s) look pretty with bbcodes. If you need some guidance as to what style your poem should be, take a look at Shadow Poetry.

 

[Acquariana]

A pathetic attempt at explaining what implicitly goes down in my poem: A girl broke up with her boyfriend because he did her wrong in some sort of way so she's taking anything that reminds her of him to a candle and burning it.​

My Memories to the Candle

This murky darkness
Shatters into shady
Fragments as its flames
Burst forth

This passionate flare
Illuminating my
Humble, hidden
Prayer

This heavy feeling
Must be consumed
In this ephemeral
blaze's heat.

Take my uncertain
Emotions and let
Them emerge
anew.

Let your petite spark
Erupt into an inferno
That will consume these
Feelings.

Incinerate my frozen
Sentiments for
He who froze my
Heart so.​

 

[Ashi]

Little Light

What a little light that dances
on the wick of a candle.
What a little glow the flame provides,
fighting not to be swallowed by darkness.
Ever it burns,
a beacon of hope in the shadows,
guiding the lost.
Eyes that see nothing but blackness
gravitate towards it,
as if by magnetism.
The flame reflects in their despair,
tears sparkle like drops of gold.
It embraces the tired hearts,
envelopes them in its tiny warmth,
and starts their fires anew.

 

[Blue Satin Sashes]

A Candlelit Promise

She sat near the window, her hands on the glass,
The candle burned slowly, in it's old stick of brass.
She hoped and she prayed, that he'd see the light,
Of the candle in the window, that cold autumn's night.

The candlelight flickered, but her faith did not shake,
She had given the signal, and now she must wait.
She knew he would come, so her eyes searched the night.
For another faint flame, another flicker of light.

Tomorrow she'd be married, as she'd known she would be,
But now she'd decided, that she'd rather be free.
So she signaled her love, as she promised to do,
If her resolve ever broke, and she couldn't go through.

Our duty comes first, her mother once said,
So she followed her orders, ignored the dread.
But tonight she'd decided, for better or worse,
Our duty comes second, our heart's wishes first.

He promised he'd love her, to the ends of the Earth,
And she clung to their love, for all it was worth.
Thus she waited and waited, till at last all was right,
For there in the distance, was a small point of light.​

 

[Songbird (RIP)]

Candlelight

He sees me now, I must run
Run, run, run, as fast as I can
I trip, and stumble, and fall and tumble.
The candle flies from my hand.
The flame, my hope! It quenches
On the carpet, my despair, the darkness closing in.
I take a lighter to the candle. I pick the wax monolith up with a sweating palm.
Flick flick. Flick Flick. Flick Flick.
The lighter does not work.
A laugh, a dark laugh, a malignant, devious laugh is my only company.
The Midnight Man has arrived.
​

 

[Thornapple]

Flickering light --
intensifies the mind's eye
The Face In The Dark
perhaps --
is just another jumping shadow

 

[Ash Mortis]

[And By Candlelight]
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By candlelight
we twist and sputter
in heavy layered robes
that dance with us.

And by candlelight
we clean our knives,
scoops, and mini-pitch forks
with grins as wide as Blood Moons.

And by candlelight,
we form into odd shapes;
a single body, if you will.
A beautiful mass to celebrate!

And by candlelight,
we chant thrice-
"Happy birthday!"
then "Make a wish!"

And by candlelight,
we tear apart
the soft flesh
of the child's cake

And by candlelight,
we lap up the
chunky, red liquid
that resides within the vessel.

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Hooray for creepy birthday tales that are poorly written and based off of Tumblr posts! yAAY PARTY

 

[Lawkheart]

[BCOLOR=#666699] [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=#666699]Candle Light [/BCOLOR]
∴
It's no wonder I hate this day
Nothing ever seems to go right
It is supposed to be a wonderful day
With the one I love, by candle light.
But it seems to be a curse...
I sit at the small table, waiting.
Snow filled winds hit the windows

The food has become cold
The DVD has become heavy in my hand
The lights have flickered out
The house is cold
But my body is even colder
The dark envelops me

All hope was lost as night turned into day
Winds slowed
Snow fell gently now
And the power returned
But he did not
And then my light was lost
"Your boyfriend has died in a car accident"

...Happy Birthday to me...
∴

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My poetry always seems to take a dark turn. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it ​

 

[Lucia the Light]

The Night

Sudden hiss
Light, shadows, bright
A spark, gloom, a face,
Warm, golden, a sparkle in his eyes
A sea of icy blue...

The smell of smoke, head throbbing,
A vision?
No, it's not future
Past torments
Coughing, heat,
Wet cheeks, dried, so sudden
Strong arms, reaching
Cries
Pain, oh it burns!
A hand, then leg, scars

A scream, shaking head
Hushed voice.
A wind, the flame goes out
Darkness, silence.
Strong embrace, a kiss
A caress, scars tingle, not burn
Hushed voice, just one.
Wet cheeks, not so dry.

 

[noodle]

She wandered.
Lost and alone,
One light to guide her.

She wandered,
A candle lighting the road,
The flame embedded in her chest.

It flickered,
Her heart, locked away,
A fire in a golden cage.

He saw,
The Thief watched,
And he offered to free it.

He smiled,
Disarming, alluring,
And told her to trust him.

He lied,
Said she would be free,
And that her Candle would grow.

She fell,
His trap too hidden,
And let him too close.

She slept,
And the Thief snuck in,
He stole her Candle away.

She wandered,
Lost and alone,
No light to guide her.

 

[PoetLore]

The candle flickers on the desk
The quill dips in the black ink recess
The scratching scrawling of words to page
The violent fist crumples in rage

The writer pens another line
The dancing flame a shadow fine
Casts a mocking doubt to mind
Another page the can will find

Until the candle burns its last
And scribbles come now hard and fast
As brows furrow and eyes squint
Pen drops in defeat tis time to quit

 

[Doctor Jax]

Storm Lantern

You were my storm lantern
in a time when all the power went out,
when my money had dwindled
and the utility company abandoned me
because I could give it no more.

You were my storm lantern,
surprisingly bright to me in the dark,
but I only needed you at night,
and yet you stayed by my side
because where else were we going to go?

You were my storm lantern
when the winds outside dizzied me
and I felt that even a candle would go out.
Your flame held steady inside a glass chimney,
and I weathered your stench to read by your light.

But you were a storm lantern
and when the lights came back on
you seemed dimmer by far
to the lamps and the lightbulbs
scattered about the house.

Because a storm lantern is needed
only when there is nothing else
to provide light in a dark world.
I am sorry, but I don't need you now,
and I cannot keep feeding you either.

Forgive me for putting you away
behind the linens in the closet
for the day I may need you again
but for now I will pay the light bill
and ready by a lamp's light.