Andrew Hinton Poems
- A Flickering Flame The flickering flame slowly begins to die,...
- The Fluorescent Sky's Glow Here below the fluorescent sky's ...
- I Want To Say I Do I don't want to love you because of your ...
- One Sentence I remember all the times I've tried to weep, ...
- Music Why does music move the soul, And temporarily make us...
- A Dream Loneliness is an ally I'd rather keep, Even if in ...
- The End Is All I Seek What is this wasteland that I travel ...
I was born in Massachusetts, but raised in New Hampshire, the homeland of Robert Frost. I grew up not knowing much about poetry until I read some of his work. Since then I have been inspired to try and write poems of equal quality.
I enjoy writing poetry mostly as a means to communicate to others what I am feeling. Some poems I do write only for myself, but the majority I write for people I ... more »
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A Flickering Flame
The flickering flame slowly begins to die,
I watch as smoke begins to gently fly.
Just the little ember in the wick remains,
Like a survivor from the wax it proclaims.
Pulsing and orange it waivers uncertain,
The smoke hiding it like a grey curtain.
I can't blink as I watch it die,
Knowing that its time is nigh.
One day I will be like this wick,
My body wading into death thick.
Some times I feel like it starts now,
To combat it, I don't know how.
Dreams and hope are its fire,
But now I lack all desire.
What does one do when he ...