Dying Lamp...

by Allen   Dec 26, 2004


On the coolest of winters day
I found an old oil lamp
On the outside warmth displays
But Inside was a cold dark damp

With a strike of match
The lamp was lit
Gentle fire warms the inside
Marvelous ray it emits

I reached out with both hands
Mesmerized by the new found light
Yes… I can once again see into darkness
This fire shell be my sight

The fire dwells in the lamp
Grew with the passing time
The heat becomes overwhelming
But the fire has yet reached its prime

Fearing its destructive power
I seal the lid, air tight
The fire chocked and suffocated
And soon gave up the fight

The lamp seems to be struggling
The dying flame it wishes to hold
But what was once burning within
Now replaced with winter’s cold

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  • i didn't know you had also disappeared from this site. This poem is breathtaking. I really enjoy when poems are written in a metaphoric view. And this was flawless! Even though i feel bad, because i read that it was from real experience. HAve you seen coal? The moment you show a little flame, the whole coal starts burning again. And looks more beautiful. Love doesn't die. Atleast the roots stay undecayed. Wait for the winter to get over... you may find new buds budding on the plant of your love.
    Oops! You know that i talk a lot!
    Take care,
    Love, Trincy.

  • 19 years ago

    by MeL JoY

    wow what an awesome poem..i hope ure fine..keep up the excellent work..take care always
    -mel
    ~5~

  • 19 years ago

    by joe

    wow that was cool, that was awesome man, nice work!
    -Allen
    ^^the real allen
    lol, jk
    take it easy

  • This is just awesome, the way it was written, its just flows so well..it's an amazing poem, I like the topic you chose to, interesting..Keep on writting Allen!

  • 19 years ago

    by Megha

    hey..its been a while since u posted a poem....this one was beautiful....nice metaphor!
    :-)