A candle
The crackling sound you make after I first light you,
The smell of lavender that flows in the room, that gives me this calming feeling,
The light that shines all over the wall,
I than see shadows all dark and flickering through the night,
I see wax melting the longer you go,
I touch and grab you then blow you out,
I smell the aroma of smoke, you then turn cold,
at a moments notice you disappear into thin air,
The light is now gone and its dark and dreary,
My candle is now gone,
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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The ocean and my little friend
The ocean and my little friend The sound of the waves crash my body moving with the tides the current is then taking over. As I let my body relax in the water and I gradually take a deep breath back up to the surface the water is then taking control of my body moving me further away from reality. As I’m swimming I feel such love and peace in the water as I move further away, I keep feeling the movement of the waves crashing down on me.
By Jennifer lindquistabout 12 hours ago in Poets
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I agree with Gabriel. So lovely. I love your word choices here and the format of your poem. Good job!
Lovely