Candle Gifts and Candles in Poetry

Candle Gifts

Candle Poems

The subdued light of candle flame
Is difficult to read by
In olden times 'twas all the same
At night for work or lullaby

Today a candle sets the mood
Or gives off a pleasant scent
And still your lady love be wooed
By candle as the poets' meant

Aromatic candles are the rage
For your bedroom or your bath
Vanilla, lavender, berry or sage
When soaking your skin or working on math

The wick is lit, the candle burns
Watch it flicker yellow bright
And there the wayward shadow turns
As it is shaped by arching light

When two tapers are abreast
And close enough to touch
Two flames merge up at air's behest
We wonder at the beauty such

Hot wax at times to earth cascades
A molten flow that hardens soon
Like stringy hair it masquerades
To end in droplets random rune

In olden times the waxen seal
Kept letters closed from prying eyes
But still the candle has appeal
For all its beauty, bright and wise

Candle wax dripped on the fiasco
One of those wine bottles with straw
Multi-colored drips were big, you know
When drinking age at 18 was the law

I had a bottle just like that
It was pretty; a cheap dorm decoration
First, we drank the Chianti with éclat
Then lit the candles, our recreation

We played Hearts as wax strings fell
Down the bottle's curvy sides
Till the straw mesh made it gel
Stifling the ribboned waxy tides