The Candle

The Candle

A Poem by Bailey C. Writing
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Written spontaneously one day :p Wanted to write something, and this was the finished product. This was the second poem I've ever written, also a new version!

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When I've lost all hope

And don't know what to do

I can count on my candle

To always get me through


In the night its flame flickers

Beckoning sweet dreams

I lay my head on my pillow

And see many pretty scenes


Its sweet vanilla scent

Goes wafting through the air

Making my toes tingle

And making the flame flair


I touch it's smooth surface

As wax slides slowly down the side

I feel its pleasant warmth

I let the candle be my guide


As the morning comes

I blow the candle out

And wait in anticipation for the night

To bring the candle flame about

© 2013 Bailey C. Writing


Author's Note

Bailey C. Writing
Constructive please :)

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A splendid read and write. Thank you for penning...:)

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yeah this is a pretty late reply, I haven't been on in quite a while
Thanks for the constructive criticism :) I fixed the grammar.
I don't exactly...know what it was supposed to represent. I sat down and wrote what was in my head one day:P
Thank you :)

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


Grammar fix: You can delete all the apostrophes; you don't need them.

Ahh I could practically smell the candle while I read this! I'm wondering if the candle symbolizes something else?

It's a nice little poem. I like it.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 19, 2010
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Bailey C. Writing
Bailey C. Writing

Detroit, MI



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~ Heart of fire, mind of ice ~ I'm Bailey. I'm a twenty-four year old social worker near Detroit, Michigan. I love to read, and obviously I love to write. If you've ever seen a piece/writing .. more..

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