A Candle's Flame, Poems
By The kNOw Youth Media, Various Authors
December 3, 2009
A dancing petal,
encased in a white, glazed mouth—
A smoldering post.
-Jaleesa, 20
The glowing kiss, born from a single stroke,
sipping air, passing by—
the embers die ever so slowly.
-Jaleesa, 20
So bright
yet so dull,
that I can’t find
my way through the life
I live.
Its absence leaves me
blind on the road to
success.
A flickering countdown.
So slow, yet it
reminds me how fast
my life is slipping
through my
own two hands.
-Miguel, 17
A bright luminescent object
filled with warmth and compassion.
How can one object contribute so much
as I near it? I can feel the warm brush
against my cheek and the scent of
strawberry flow through the air.
As I blow it out, I am left in the dark.
-Gracie, 17
You come in many colors.
Sometimes you are soft or rough.
A color for each emotion.
You bring calmness, peace.
Everyone uses you throughout the year.
Brightening up dark places
with one little flicker.
Giving inspirational vibes
To open creative minds.
-Chanda, 21
Abraham Lincoln used it once for his studies.
This small object has a powerful will.
With the right chemical reaction,
it can illuminate a whole room.
But don’t be a fool.
If you breathe too close,
the energy it gives
can be instantly gone.
-Dasen, 18
I’m sitting down.
Staring at one spot.
It’s bright and it moves, still staring.
It’s in glass, watering at the bottom.
-Luis, 17
As it flickers, it illuminates the world.
It provides a dose of comfort
and warmth to the cold and needy.
It is natural and pure along
with its sisters, water, air and wind.
-Gabby, 17
The luminous glow flickers
and dances in the shadows.
As I put my hand over it, I feel the
warm, almost cozy feeling caress
the palm of my hand.
I retract my hand to smell
the faint scent of smoke
from the scorching stem.
-Kevis, 18
Its shape fills a little piece
of wavy movement when
the watery texture falls on my skin.
It makes a small pain then dries.
When I blow it out, its
sweet scent fills the room.
Don’t underestimate its size.
It can fill the room with its melty self
but then dries, and I can
use it again.
-Demar, 18
With enough of them around me
I feel like I’m in a Dracula movie,
just when he’s gonna bite the woman
on her neck, wounding what scent I can
have when watermelon or strawberry
smells make me want the real thing.
I turn them on every chance I get.
So many matches,
I then I blow them out like a birthday cake.
-Demar, 18
Little but bright,
Crackles at night,
It gives jack-o-lanterns the glow.
It goes away with one blow.
-Angelina, 17
A clear crayon,
set ablaze to calm the soul
in a tiny little bowl.
It catches my eye
as I walk by.
-Meme, 16
Do not blow it out
Any slight wind
Will leave us in darkness
Without it, we are left
Unguided.
Unguided through
the blackouts of life.
The dark tunnels and forests
unguided for what is to come.
Do not blow it out.
-Arena, 17
Darkness falls upon my eyes.
Something bright shines ahead.
It’s small but there, igniting my way,
turning liquid as time goes by.
It paves the way for my escape.
No, it’s not a torch, a lamp, or lantern.
It’s small but there, igniting my way,
turning liquid as time goes by.
It sways, back and forth,
and diminishes if I blow air on it,
but strangely, air is its life.
It sways back and forth,
catches my eye. It doesn’t do anything
but keep me company for if it were
not there, I would be blind.
It’s small but there, igniting its way,
turning liquid as time goes by.
-Yee Leng, 16
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