Candice Renae Williams

Candice Renae Williams Poems

I love the rain,
The way it gracefully falls from the leaves,
To plop soundlessly on an unforgiving ground,
Soaking up the rain until it fades away.
...

Love is delicate,
As like the petals of a rose
Love is innocent,
like the purity of a rose
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'Who am I Who am I'
everyone gather round
i'll shed my thorny crown
and sing a lilting melodic trill for ye.
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A prisoner of doubt
is quick to the drain
being bound to his pout,
With a crippling chain.
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When she loves,
she'll hold it tight in her heart
When she cries,
she'll hide all the pain in her heart
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Your hope is a leaf,
amongst a flower,
where liquidy dew drops fall,
into its gentle grasp.
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7.

The tears fall faster,

Silently down my face.
...

There is a tiny plant,
A Lilac,
Weathered with drought,
Aged with an instinct for survival.
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Cigarettes...
The burn in my throat is so familiar.
Cough, sleep, cough, and wake.
Burn’t muck dripping down the drain.
...

Ignore me.
I do not realize-
I have absolutely no poise
and I have no ties anymore.
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Let the darkness take my solitude
Drowning in the rotting horror it has caught
May it feel the stinging barbs of fear
Ever clawing desperately from my mind
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I am dead, am I not?
Somewhere I left my heart.
I feel it waiting,
For a chance, when I return.
...

I tried to write a poem today.
but I lacked the will to think.

Every time I heard the clink
...

The teeth flashed with an eerie light.
Making me tremble at the terrible sight.
Dreading, the reality.
Fearing, the uncertainty.
...

While speaking I
Noticed my sister move into my sight
And suddenly she was not 12
But 4 to my fright.
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What am I if not some pawn to my own mind?
These self imposed limitations that I have put on my self-
Resemble that of a book on a shelf.
What am I?
...

17.

What happens when the pain doesn’t go away?
How do you cope with the growing vine,
Inside you mind,
Which insists on gnawing on the hope still left?
...

In a grave, 'I won’t hear it! ”
'Why can’t I help? ”
I blame myself.
...

He wandered across the tide looking for the cargo to hide..
Foolish man beneath his pride
He had not one-but two oars to keep stride
and in the mix-he found himself to be
...

Friends till the end, is what they say
But I have seen reality in another way.

Once when we were young
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Candice Renae Williams Biography

'Trap’t in a maze of words, Images blocking the way. This is found within your mind, Changing your mood. It generally holds you in its thrall Whether or not you’ve reached the top. ' I often find that my love of words and word play and how it sounds as I say the words and the images provoked... and etc... are what keep me alive... well, not literally... The point is I write poetry from the heart. Whether or not I'm in a good mood or not, I've kept a poetry journal since the beginning of sixth grade. i raise my beer in rememberance to you ~Rosey~ wherever in the sky you may be- who taught me the true meaning of poetry...you words forever written in aging ink- 'If nothing else-I am a poet. At least thats what I see of me A lover of words that cannot be fathomed By most of society I love words Beautifully placed upon a page More than i could ever love anyones face' 'I don't understand their placement of words- so constrained inside-as if they're murderers and I merely the one being buried alive.' 'You see Candice, When a poet falls asleep at night Her mind floats to the sky and chats it up with Jupiter- and neptune if there's time! When a poet spies a black sky & closes her eyes to sleep Her mind is off in Birmingham Her mind is off in Leeds SO if you see a poet acting Nothing short of strange Her mind is haveing tea with the waitress on the aeroplane.' 'I could use a cry today but my tears refuse to come They ran off some time ago like thelma and louise on the run I think not of the Redwoods But simply of the train that will carry me to Amherst Through the whining, fatal rain' I enjoy your poetry Rosey even to this day, written on marked page eleven-of my poetry diary. So if you are reading my poetry now- Please know that you are reading a part of my heart, and though it may seem a trifle strange the way the words seem to arrange, I hope you honor them with critique and advice rather than try to rearrange. Rosey taught me something and this I now tell you, every poem written from the heart has a beauty that no revision can part. Thank you... Currently, I am typing these poems up. I have revised them many times but if your a poet you probably already understand what I say when I write that I just don't have the heart to revise some of them.. I know that some of them are rhyming challenged and lacking any coherent order...but pray remember that a set pattern isn't everything... Anyway, I just want to share them with you. a fellow poet who loves words like me. -C.R.W)

The Best Poem Of Candice Renae Williams

Waiting For Rain

I love the rain,
The way it gracefully falls from the leaves,
To plop soundlessly on an unforgiving ground,
Soaking up the rain until it fades away.
How many times does it rain?
Are their many who know how I feel when it rains?
The rain takes the problems of today,
Which usually fills my day with an empty sorrow,
The pain and desolute despair wash away,
With the following of the rain.
Evanescently,
The rain will dry up,
As the sun’s rays pierce the sky.
They go into the air,
To come again another day.
Life returns to normal once more,
Continual breath with the force of change.
The rain washes away,
Sorrow, pain, and for a moment
It gives you the belief of innocence again.
So, here I am,
Underneath the pale,
Dropping leaves of an ancient willow tree.
Hoping anxiously for my rain to come.
Outside with the birds singing
The sun shining
The wind blowing
And the leaves rustling,
Time keeps going on,
As I await my rain to come.

Candice Renae Williams Comments

Peter A. Crowther 27 March 2005

I think I like your musing comments almost as much as your poems.

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Brenda Fischer 24 February 2005

You speak from a depth. Somewhere in the recesses of heart and soul. It's powerful. Keep on keepin' on.

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Candice Williams 15 February 2005

Write poetry from the heart. -CRW

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