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Have you ever met an Angel...

Grace
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Poetry Contest

The kindest gesture that you have ever experienced from someone
Tell us about your experience of kindness done to you by friends families or total strangers. How did it happen? How did you feel? Did you ever return the gesture? Two new poem per poet, any length though not a novella. Title your poem please.  Thank you and enjoy writing.http://l3.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/k3mPW7xYuz5FUo6AG0n1gA--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3NfbGVnbztmaT1maWxsO2g9NDUwO2lsPXBsYW5lO3E9NzU7dz0zMDA-/http://media.zenfs.com/en_us/News/afp.com/Part-WAS-Was8953472-1-1-0.jpg
(September 1, 2005 file photo shows a US soldier tending to a baby as people wait to leave the Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina)

lepperochan
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[the first instance, I was alone in the city. I'd ran away from home and jumped a bus  because it seemed like a good idea at the time]

Bridget of the peaches


I'd scouted for somewhere to sleep
just in case I couldn't bag me a mother
down Moore street, where women sold fruit
from old prams

I'd hung around for a while
to watch and listen to them

didn't want to pick a wrong'un

but the sun had started down
cold had got through my duffle coat
so a move was a must

I tried three, they thought I was joking
laughed like donkeys
then the whole line of them
with their prams
wanted to know what was funny

one offerd me a peach
said it was from China
asked if I'd been

then she called out to her son
who'd buried himself
under the empty fruit-boxes
I'd earmarked for plan b

gave him a pound note
sent the two of us to the chipper
and told him
to make sure I got on the bus

back home where I belonged






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lepperochan said:..looks like he's gonna eat the baby
throwing my flag down, miss


Hmm...really. not all angels look cherubic I think.

TinaLouise
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A MESSAGE FROM THE ANGELS..

Sitting on the curb in Coolangatta
contemplating my life I was
working two jobs so my family could survive
what a shit existence married to an addict
Happy Birthday yep "35"
life is pretty miserable the future looks bleak
I never felt him sit down not until he did speak
A beautiful Maori boy I shall not say his name
for he sang Happy Birthday to me
on his way to international fame
I heard the voice of an angel
speaking right to me I looked into those
beautiful big brown eyes his voice
was just heavenly,
I played softball with his (whanau) family
we talked and drank, smiles, music and cheer
It is a birthday that I will forever hold very dear.
Every time I hear him sing I see
the Angels hovering, this man has a
message in each song, if you listen
as your singing along
he is even quoted to say
"are you feeling me? I wanna feel the light,
If you sing along to my songs on the way
well that's even better ey!"
I will cherish forever that day
when an Angel sat beside me
the brightest lantern enlightening
the darkest corners of the universe for
those who have lost their way
he gives us hope and strength
to continue the fight everyday
Yes I was serenated by an Angel
on that April day
   Written by TinaLouise



Grace
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Thanks for your participation TinaLouise and Lepp.

Grace
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Lost in the woods
while picking flowers
they cried for their mother
they saw a bright light floating
and followed it
....
was it their guardian angel...

poet Anonymous

^πxyzπ^ Heaven.muffin.bjames1.11

Yes.I.Have.Met.An.Angel.
She.had.two.wings.
Giddy.up.
Giddy.up.
In.Heaven.

Hal

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Thanks for joining Hal.

poet Anonymous

Angel From Birmingham

She was standing at the sink
washing her hands and looking in the mirror
the only other person in the bathroom

and I was praying she was less conservative than she looked
hoping she had a soul my words could reach

I'd walked in holding my infant son and stood there
trying to read the odds of her believing what I had to say

I knew I had seconds and it sounded like someone else's voice
hurriedly explaining the two men in the waiting area
and the woman in the van outside
I told her I had one shot and needed help

her soft brown hand gave mine a squeeze and
she said her car was nearby

I don't remember how we got out
no recollection of the run through the waiting room
and vague flashes of panic up the parking deck levels

then I was in the strangers living room
on the phone with police and waiting for a detective
to get me to the train station and out of Alabama
that woman was one of the kindest I've met

so much of those days is a blur
but I wont forget the beauty of her warmth
or how she risked herself to help us

I met an angel in a Birmingham toilet
saved me from monsters who had me kidnapped
and of all the people who could've been standing there
that day I'm grateful it was her






Grace
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Thank you Miki for your entry.

poet Anonymous

Title:  She became my new best friend

She held me while I mourned
in my pink and purple pajamas; sparkles adorned
This neighbor from heaven
started to come over when I was just eleven

I had lost my one and only
a beautiful brown and black puppy
my first ever; he was taken by God above
she said, as she soothed me and gave my shoulder a sympathetic rub

As I cried what seemed like unending tears
for many days and nights, she came to calm my fears
for I was not sure where my little boy went
she told me it was to Heaven he was sent

Unable to eat, unable to smile
it seemed that I did not move for a while
to accept such hurt, and not understand why
seemed futile; she explained that it was alright to cry

When I refused to eat
she rubbed my feet under the sheet
because it was days before I got out of bed
and there were times that she bathed, with a wet cloth, my sweaty head

Buttered crackers for both of us
One at a time, I chewed on their crust
I was unable to accept what happened that day
it was nineteen sixty-four, me and my boy; how we loved to play

Running, tickling, petting for days on end
I couldn't stop looking at him, he was my best friend
He did not yell at me, and he did not scream
There was no way he ever could be mean

One day, she brought cake
and explained that she liked to bake
I was wondering if I could learn to make this chocolate delight
and she said I could, as long as the cupboard was not over my height

I began to look forward to a day when I could create
the treats that she brought and we shared and ate
Listening intently at her as she gave instructions on the cake
I decided right then and there, my new love would be learning how to bake

Then, one day, I got out of bed with a spring
to see if we had any cocoa and shortening
"Is there really such a thing as a whoopee pie" I asked
when she arrived; she said there was, and it would be our first task

When my little world seemed impossible to navigate
I would let my puppy run fast, straight out of his gate
And we would be free
Just him and me

After insisting to visit
one day at a time, this lady prompted me bit by bit
and she explained that all life must end
She did so in a way that I understood, she became my new best friend

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Hero

He removes ache
Combats the night
when the will to fight  
Has left and what remains
Is not quite worth  
The sun again  
 
He takes me by the hand
And moves me on
Removes urge
To mourn the moon  
 
He will not endulge
My scream  
That wants to escape  
He says
And turns his head
But not away
 
I will not trade fury
And some cold dark place
For the terrible  
Loss of his sweet face
So i speak in polite whisper
And exist for a moment
As the reflection  
In his eye
 
He does not mind
He says
To hold me
While i grow much stronger

---my angel John..saves me over and over with his peace, words unconditional love and support...thanks from the deepest depths of my troubled soul----

ilovescarystories
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                The black ocean
She swam with her head bobbing in and out of the waters.
With the icy waves that pulled her down.
She swam into the ocean.
She swam into the ocean.
She let the icy waves pull her down.
And let her hair fall back in the water.
The ice that forms on her throat.
The snow that formed crystals on her hair.
She sat back and let the waves pound.
She looked down into the ocean.
To see it's black sapphire silk.
Her tears rolled down creating bubbles.
Her hair rolled down.
Two blank eyes staring down.
She let the waves pile against her.
She let the icy waters pull her down.
So did he struggle when he pulled her out.
He held.
And so did his warm tears melt the ice off her cheek.
He pushed back the waters.
And did they calm down?
As the waters fell around.
She opened her eyes.
And the waves fell down.
His black wings spread across the sky
As he led her back to shore.
With her frozen hand.
Eyes milky white.
Id say he saved her life.

lyricalmiss
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Aly
I hope you appreciate
The way I break backwards for you
When I don't even bend for myself
Sometimes I hate how much I love you
But I like the notion that I am capable
I used to think love would remain a mystery
That not even Scooby doo and the gang can find

The way my heart sinks when I know you're in need
Slaps me back from the dillusion
That this contracting and relaxing pump
Is indeed still real
Guess the ice box isn't really where my heart bleeds
Maybe just maybe....you're the one who set my valves free

See I hid in the shadows like a child playing hide and go seek
Afraid to let anyone see the warmth and smiles worn on my sleeves
You allowed me to show my vulnerability safely
I still have yet to figure out why you chose me

You gave me a reason to fight
I was only in the first round down for the count
Content with letting the bell ring
Figuring I'm not even worth the referee
Calling it a knock out
But you plucked me up off my knees
And gave me another reason to breathe

Your strength sent residule power to me
Feuled my surge lighting my synapses a fire
My nerves are communicating with humble desire
I never expected for this feeling to be real
That no longer imaginative love I feel
I realize now baby sister you where the one anomoly that broke my isolated heart free

Renee
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This gave me chills 💖

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