Poems about Angels
#angels
Poems about angels include religious poems depicting angels as messengers from God, and spiritual poetry about a guardian angel watching over us.
The Dawning Of A New Age
The Cradle Of The Clouds (The Deep Call)
Planet Earth 2025
Whispers of fourscore
Over the horizon deafening me as they wash upon the sandy seashores
As I close my eyes, I hear the echoes of my home calling out for me
Where chaos, hatred, envy does not define our creed
From the clouds, I must descend through the portal of time
Those third eye dimensions where I can fly high above the sky, unto the oceans I cannot hide
Awaiting my throne, the merit I give of my worth
Heaven, Earth, the Ocean is calling for...
Planet Earth 2025
Whispers of fourscore
Over the horizon deafening me as they wash upon the sandy seashores
As I close my eyes, I hear the echoes of my home calling out for me
Where chaos, hatred, envy does not define our creed
From the clouds, I must descend through the portal of time
Those third eye dimensions where I can fly high above the sky, unto the oceans I cannot hide
Awaiting my throne, the merit I give of my worth
Heaven, Earth, the Ocean is calling for...
#mythology
#seductive
#sensual
#water
#angels
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memoirs of a shadow soul
I'm broken, I know it
went into the dark fighting like a gladiator to get back
another shot to go down in flames maybe
effigy of the soul, you don't know me anymore
quiet rebellion, they say, half dead, I was combative the whole time
was fighting shadows
they circled, I didn't balk
god said it was something to behold
fighting for my right
I talk some mad shit about the spirits
guess they thought it was time we handled it
not to say I don't fear
but damned if I will cower
went into the dark fighting like a gladiator to get back
another shot to go down in flames maybe
effigy of the soul, you don't know me anymore
quiet rebellion, they say, half dead, I was combative the whole time
was fighting shadows
they circled, I didn't balk
god said it was something to behold
fighting for my right
I talk some mad shit about the spirits
guess they thought it was time we handled it
not to say I don't fear
but damned if I will cower
#angels
#dark
#metaphor
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Exile
My pain is open, I feel so weak
tears press but I won't let them fall
Never allowed a warrior grins and bears it
my life is at a crossroads
The gate is open and I want to walk through it
but goddam it I'm too different
never a fit socially
I'm better left alone but damn if I don't get lonely
one on one I'm cool
as long as you understand, past lives sometimes converge on this one
and for a while I will look and not see you
memories come and go
and I can never rectify
time travel is possible in memory
but...
tears press but I won't let them fall
Never allowed a warrior grins and bears it
my life is at a crossroads
The gate is open and I want to walk through it
but goddam it I'm too different
never a fit socially
I'm better left alone but damn if I don't get lonely
one on one I'm cool
as long as you understand, past lives sometimes converge on this one
and for a while I will look and not see you
memories come and go
and I can never rectify
time travel is possible in memory
but...
#angels
#love
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Wars of man and the beast who roams
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death due part
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful...
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death due part
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful...
#angels
#rebirth
#spiritual
#sun
#water
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Faustian City Blues
Faustian City Blues
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
#aging
#alcohol
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
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Gilded Damnation, Canto II
Towers rise where shadows feast
Ruins worn by wind and time
Etched with shapes of sacred past
Marking paths once seen divine
Skulls ignite in silent flame
Hollow eyes like stars aglow
Their whispers thread the brittle air
Telling truths none wish to know
No voice proclaims the coming light
No trumpet sounds in distant skies
Only the fire
Only the void
Only the fate that silence cries
Geometric scars upon the stone
A map of loss, a fractured vow
Where priest and prophet walked alone
And none...
Ruins worn by wind and time
Etched with shapes of sacred past
Marking paths once seen divine
Skulls ignite in silent flame
Hollow eyes like stars aglow
Their whispers thread the brittle air
Telling truths none wish to know
No voice proclaims the coming light
No trumpet sounds in distant skies
Only the fire
Only the void
Only the fate that silence cries
Geometric scars upon the stone
A map of loss, a fractured vow
Where priest and prophet walked alone
And none...
#angels
#apocalypse
#religion
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Gilded Damnation, Canto I
From high vaults unseen by mortal sight
Where dawn is woven in golden thread
He fell—not cast, nor willed to flight
But sent, a herald where hope had fled
By Name he was called, though tongues now fail
A flame once pure, now veiled in ash
Bound by word and sacred trail
To tread where ruin meets the lash
He pierced the clouds, the burning veil
Through winds that howled of sundered grace
And saw below, a world made pale
Its heart defiled, a barren waste
No psalms were sung, no voices raised
No watchful saints to...
Where dawn is woven in golden thread
He fell—not cast, nor willed to flight
But sent, a herald where hope had fled
By Name he was called, though tongues now fail
A flame once pure, now veiled in ash
Bound by word and sacred trail
To tread where ruin meets the lash
He pierced the clouds, the burning veil
Through winds that howled of sundered grace
And saw below, a world made pale
Its heart defiled, a barren waste
No psalms were sung, no voices raised
No watchful saints to...
#angels
#apocalypse
#religion
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wear white to my funeral
in the back of mind,
where i was born
where i will die
all my friends,
celebrating
my family pallbearers
every other day,
a funeral for
an old side of me
i can't help it,
every other day i find
a new side of me
deep inside of me,
a writhing pit of despair
beside the highest cliff of ecstasy
wear white to my daily funeral,
and leave the decor dark
so you stand out with the angels and i
where i was born
where i will die
all my friends,
celebrating
my family pallbearers
every other day,
a funeral for
an old side of me
i can't help it,
every other day i find
a new side of me
deep inside of me,
a writhing pit of despair
beside the highest cliff of ecstasy
wear white to my daily funeral,
and leave the decor dark
so you stand out with the angels and i
#angels
#funeral
#hope #SelfReflection
#hope #SelfReflection
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Stone Angels. Crystalline Demons
Crack of lightning
Clap of thunder
Tears of the clouds
Dead silence
Spires reaching heavenwards
Salvation found
Choirs guide the new saint
Temptation awaits
Trepidations of the fallen
A seven-course sin
On fine silver
In palaces of blood
I see you
Ichor of the Beast
Crown of bone
Form beautifully translucent
A reflection of corruption
Sigils writ in shifting light
Grant the relief of faith clad
Heavy as stone
In the arms and song of the highest
Veiled in...
Clap of thunder
Tears of the clouds
Dead silence
Spires reaching heavenwards
Salvation found
Choirs guide the new saint
Temptation awaits
Trepidations of the fallen
A seven-course sin
On fine silver
In palaces of blood
I see you
Ichor of the Beast
Crown of bone
Form beautifully translucent
A reflection of corruption
Sigils writ in shifting light
Grant the relief of faith clad
Heavy as stone
In the arms and song of the highest
Veiled in...
#angels
#Christian
#devil #morality
#devil #morality
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SPIRITUAL SUBCONSCIOUSNESS
Have you ever wondered if it was ever possible to be able to see pass, the deepness of your own thoughts into your deepest imagination. As your insight becomes more clearly yet invisible, as the fire of your heart becomes what will you truly may see in the future of your future dreams. For let's take a moment to analyze the deepness of the questions, that has been haunting you, in the depths of your silence as sleep has become a thing of the past, behind unseen eyes. 👁️ For have you ever wondered, if you had a chance to rewrite your life all over again, what would you want to...
#angels
#devil
#God
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Shalom
An embedded arrow from Cupid’s mystique bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver in the lifespan makes me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conform
Not to worry, everyone has had their company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated...
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver in the lifespan makes me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conform
Not to worry, everyone has had their company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#water
#angels
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In The Spirit Of Honoring A Hebrew King
This was one powerful King and found to be in God’s favor, bequeathed upon the accession of his throne by his father King David, most historians have failed to properly manifest the importance of this Darken Hue Hebrew King who ruled Israel with an iron fist and was spiritually noted to be fair and less grievous in his principles.
I wanted to take the time to pay homage to one of my blessed Kings from the pages in the Bible and for all his extraordinary gifts that has somehow seeped into the fabric of our life.
Allow me in words to take...
I wanted to take the time to pay homage to one of my blessed Kings from the pages in the Bible and for all his extraordinary gifts that has somehow seeped into the fabric of our life.
Allow me in words to take...
#angels
#rebirth
#spiritual #water
#spiritual #water
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DU Poetry : Poems about Angels