Soft lips whisper prayers to the flame.
The silent night holds the warmth
from the candle placed lovingly
on the sill every evening.
Pushing the shutters aside,
no wind ever darkened it's glow .
Like a beacon it shined,
after the dusk withered
into blackness,
after the cold rain
and the dwindling wax,
never growing old.
Always burning..
always for me,
who's blind absents
leaves me now wretched.
No more stands the house on the hill.
The walls are torn down.
The voices remain.
The candle is gone.
Perhaps it is with her still.
Perhaps she will think of me,
when all this passes,
when the rage to roam
will move on and let me be.
Perhaps it will
shine for me
again.
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the title on this one drew me in because it made me immideatly think of two things I wrote, neither of which is on here, but, anyway... this is so lovely and sad, growing up on the lake, it left an image in me of the old Victorian houses, with widows walks... someone waiting forever... from a time gone long ago. Great poem
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this is stunning and full of passion as the light flickers in the wind and cast shadows of doubt ..but when he winds flicker the flame tells a story in each movement and the kiss descends with each frame... well said hun and many hugs thank you for sharing your awesome poem Angel♥
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"after the cold rain
and the dwindling wax,
never growing old."
such descriptions, they bring images long dormant to mind... which in turn bring tears to eyes long dry.....
your poetry has a way of sneaking into a heart and making itself at home.... especially hearts with a secret hurt in them.....
so very well written, Liam.
-K
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This is a really touching piece. The opening paragraph really carried in it the feel of someone who knows that the other person does small gestures to show their love, and appreciates the cherishes the love.
This idea is captured again in:
"Always burning..
always for me,"
This makes the feeling of lose and longing that much more strong and real.
Sad write, but beautifully executed.
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follow the link I'll leave and you'll see why I smile
I am amazed. At some point we wrote the opposite sides if the same thought. I love this poem! You offer a glimpse of the why the lights keep burning for many people with this poem. . Very nice!
...hehehe....you'll trip on this?--->>http://allpoetry.com/poem/5622019
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Very nice
You still have her flame burning in your heart I think..
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Very nice and reflective.
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"The voices remain.
The candle is gone."
Melancholy but hope in a silence. Good work.
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o lost love we have all had that...myslef too many times....i love the end because it reminds us no matter what we happens to us in live, our light can shine again. great write
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aside. hm ill have to remember to use that sometime.
do i really need to tell you again that i like your wordses? and that you sucede at being a wonderful poet.
that took WAY too many times rewrtiting to wrtie...;
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Very poinient piece so many loves and friendships we put behind us in our youth wanderlust ..your well crafted piece struck a real chord in me as a person who took on the road for many years now friendships are scattered all over the country..great write poet
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What beauty from your window.
This is a lovely enjoyable nostalgic dream of loss.
Perhaps of a love that was never alive.
But as in' The Great Gatsby ', a pure illusion.
I love your words, they open up memories of pure joy filled gentle love.
Perhaps it is with her still.
Perhaps she will think of me,
when all this passes,
when the rage to roam
will move on and let me be.
A honour to sit and absorb your artistry with words.
Thank you.
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Lovely write...alby
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The light
never goes out...it just changes it's position. This is a moving & romantic story poem that's so haunting & capturing. Lost love, lingering memories & longing fill this write & tugs at the reader's heart. Look for the light...it's still shinning!
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another master work
I'VE GOT TO KEEP READING iT ALL LOOKS AWSOME!!
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whats u
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Lowell I am doing a project for art
BornWithAPen knows about it
It is a door
The black side has my poetry on it
and the white side has poetry that I related to or like on it,
may I place your poem( i shall have your name under or above it)
on my Poem Door?
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I loved the imagery in this poem. And it is one of those poems that I'm sure many people can relate too. Great job. Keep up the great work.
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A firm favourite.
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Lowell, somehow you really manage to write poems that speak to the heart and soul, all in all I never quite know how to write a response to these poems but they are exceptionally brilliant. Can I nick your talent for a day lol, you really are amazing.
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A favorite...The mood of the candle and your reflections of a love left behind....Beautifully penned...A delight with a twinge of sadness to read...
penning, friend
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Nice work Lowell!
Romantic,compelling and quite the piece of poetry you presented. THANKS for sharing!
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and i always found it hard to
believe..
and now this..
Always burning..
always for me
beautiful darlin'
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Amazing, write, of sadness and heartbreak. It really does speak a desperating tune that sings with melody and hurts. Such a grand write. Very appealing, Mr. Poe.
Sincerely,
XxDragonWolfxX
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very deep
i luv the writing style. it kinda sounds like a mystery movie, which wuz great. keep it up!!
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Beautiful in every way
I love the way you wrote this. It is truely amazing. The words are powerful and the imagery is brilliant. Your work is beautiful and I am honored to have someone like you read my writes and like it. Thanks again and again Lowell. -
You know Poe? I know you get this a lot...but your writing is absolutely stunning. This poem evokes so much emotion...it almost brought me to tears. I love how their is still hope in the end, however. It doesn't just fall to a hopeless ending. Love the imagery...the passion... everything! Brilliant Mister, Brilliant <3
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WOW!!!A cruel reality of life..How does one except it...Maybe time would heal the wounds maybe..... Can relate to the feelings written in here... Lovely write amazingly true to...
Luv
Susan
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i was drawn by the ccr lyrics...and iwas rewarded...this has very beautiful haunting imagery!!excellent!!
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I love this poem because it reminds me of one I wrote a long time ago. I sent it to the AP teachers as a sample of my work when I first joined, but it had been written in 1994. I felt so moved by your lovely words that I'm going to dig it out and post it.
It is called 'Candle' and eerily it took the shape of a lamp when it was centered.
Your poem gives more of the story though, and
I love the lines:
No more stands the house on the hill.
The walls are torn down.
The voices remain.
The candle is gone.
Perhaps it is with her still.
Perhaps she will think of me,
when all this passes,
I can almost see an old house in ruins and the ghost of a pretty face. How wonderful!
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omg poe. i have missed your work. I can feel the pain in this so powerfully. the longing at the end....wow. like a candle in the wind this poem flows through the soul. Hold your breath, here we go poe.
always.
I need to catch up on your work!
Jen
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"No more does the light shine.
No more stands the house on the hill."
I feel the emotion in this. The lament for what was and what might have been. I also like the way you have structured the poem to be read aloud. The breaks and pauses are effective. Bravo!
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Stunning
And guess what dear Irish she never thinks of you-wouldn't know anyway. It's you that thinks of her. -c
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Wow! I love this! You know, quite frankly, I find this an amazing write because I'm kind of feeling the same myself, and your words are helping me to find my voice. Thanks for such a powerful expression!
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5 STARS BROTHER
And who is to say brother? Who among us actually knows if that candle will shine again...But perhaps that is what faith is about? Perhaps...
After rereading it, I took a much deeper meaning. When you say "The walls are torn down.", I almost take it to mean, the actual house is no more, the person who once inhabited it is no more too. That the physical construct is gone, but the voices remain. The candle, the shining beacon of hope is gone...Will you ever see the flame of love again? I think so brother, I really do.
It's got the grand Liam style...The flow that captures you and says "follow me down the page, listen to me...learn from me."
Also in line 7, I believe you meant to say "beacon", not "beckon."
"No more does the light shine.
No more stands the house on the hill.
The walls are torn down.
The voices remain.
The candle is gone."
~Favorite lines...Such...Emotion there, even though the lines might to others seem plain, I see you Liam...I do..
This poem is one of my favorites by you...Definitely a defining piece...Liam, I do not say this lightly, but this is one of the best poems I've ever read. =)
PEACE & HAPPINESS ALWAYS BROTHER,
BRANDON
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Perhaps it is with her still.
Perhaps she will think of me,
when all this passes,
when the rage to roam
will move on and let me be.
perhaps she'll be back, perhaps.
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a lovley write here full with love and loss, we never know in life when were going to loose those we love, this had a lovley onest feel to it and a great smoothness also
well done xxx
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Like they say we don't know what we have till we lose it.
Sometimes love is not forever, even though we would have wanted it to be. Or we love some one that really never loved us bad. And once a heart is broken it takes a long time to heal, or does it really ever heal? Outstanding write my friend, You made me thing and thats what I like about your writes that you keep me thinging. Blessing LISA
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These days, I'm learning never to take one single moment for granted. This poem is beautiful, Lowell. It reflects the soul of the one who wrote it.
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soft candle in the window showing the loves light in its flicker...a roaming heart, unsettled spirit, taking love for granted...will soon disappear...heart now lies broken
wow my brother this is filled with an emotion so different for you...think im gonna have to send you two hugs instead of one
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Liam...
The rage is always there
it's a blessing
and a curse
the candle burns
a silent prayer
in a silent universe
it guards your mind
it guards your heart
from the predators of fear
a sentinel
on your windowsill
love will never dissapear
castles crumble
dreams they fade
all these things are true
don't let them rain
on your parade
love always waits for you
Hey! you old rambler, one day when you get to where you're going to,
we sure got a whole lot of catching up to do...!
John
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This is amazing!! I felt emotions with this greatly...and I adore each of your writings so much. You have such amazing talent of words, vocabulary, and poetry process...you do such a brillant job!
The poem itself seems magical to me- a longing...a hope...faith..something that is also shows me other emotions as well.
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Wow.
yes, this is the one. perfection. i am speechless.
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I LOVE the very first line. It just boiled over. The imagery in this is so warm and gentle, almost cinematic. I really loved this!
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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