Poems About Angels Published by Members Recently Online
#angels
Blues for M.K.
I have spent the day
Arranging brittle arguments
Broken bones of an unruly child.
Left to run wild In my head
Forever rising from the dead.
I have entertained this:
Memories that
Leap from shrubbery
Dead these slothful years
With all their accusations
Desolation with watering tears.
You ask,
Are you okay?
And,
What was it that happened
Yesterday?
Shall I confess
That the suppurations of...
Arranging brittle arguments
Broken bones of an unruly child.
Left to run wild In my head
Forever rising from the dead.
I have entertained this:
Memories that
Leap from shrubbery
Dead these slothful years
With all their accusations
Desolation with watering tears.
You ask,
Are you okay?
And,
What was it that happened
Yesterday?
Shall I confess
That the suppurations of...
#devil
#angels
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Blues for M.K.
I have spent the day
Arranging brittle arguments
Broken bones of an unruly child.
Left to run wild In my head
Forever rising from the dead.
I have entertained this:
Memories that
Leap from shrubbery
Dead these slothful years
With all their accusations
Desolation with watering tears.
You ask,
Are you okay?
And,
What was it that happened
Yesterday?
Shall I confess
That the suppurations of...
Arranging brittle arguments
Broken bones of an unruly child.
Left to run wild In my head
Forever rising from the dead.
I have entertained this:
Memories that
Leap from shrubbery
Dead these slothful years
With all their accusations
Desolation with watering tears.
You ask,
Are you okay?
And,
What was it that happened
Yesterday?
Shall I confess
That the suppurations of...
#devil
#angels
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2 Comments
Story Poem, Nr.03 — An Angel Visiting
It was a tranquil morning and
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
#angels
#CallToAction
#SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
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6 Comments
Story Poem, Nr.03 — An Angel Visiting
It was a tranquil morning and
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
#angels
#CallToAction
#SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
734 reads
6 Comments
Story Poem, Nr.03 — An Angel Visiting
It was a tranquil morning and
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
#angels
#CallToAction
#SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
734 reads
6 Comments
Story Poem, Nr.03 — An Angel Visiting
It was a tranquil morning and
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
#angels
#CallToAction
#SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
734 reads
6 Comments
Story Poem, Nr.03 — An Angel Visiting
It was a tranquil morning and
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
quite nothing came to me
no inspiration landed free
no nothing could I feel
a kind of state that merely “is”
some tasks that need be done
to boil the kettle, feed the cat
and cut the breakfast buns
no high or low disturbed my mind
it all seemed rather flat
no awkward stuff to contemplate
or question where it’s at
when suddenly the doorbell rang
an angel stood and said
“we’ve got a job for you to do
to raise the living-dead”
...
#angels
#CallToAction
#SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
734 reads
6 Comments
Not Alone
We are dancing until the clouds have separated
And the raindrops have completely dissipated.
You will hold and grasp me as if the rosy petals
Are what you have left of me. As the dust settles
You see me standing there in the lucent halo of
Light like the holy angel you have fallen in love
With for the first time. It is like we are the only
Ones here. Does your heartbeat feel less lonely?
For everyone else you put on a façade or mask,
But you come to me fully unguarded and bask
In vulnerability you show...
And the raindrops have completely dissipated.
You will hold and grasp me as if the rosy petals
Are what you have left of me. As the dust settles
You see me standing there in the lucent halo of
Light like the holy angel you have fallen in love
With for the first time. It is like we are the only
Ones here. Does your heartbeat feel less lonely?
For everyone else you put on a façade or mask,
But you come to me fully unguarded and bask
In vulnerability you show...
#love
#angels
#rhyming
805 reads
6 Comments
Not Alone
We are dancing until the clouds have separated
And the raindrops have completely dissipated.
You will hold and grasp me as if the rosy petals
Are what you have left of me. As the dust settles
You see me standing there in the lucent halo of
Light like the holy angel you have fallen in love
With for the first time. It is like we are the only
Ones here. Does your heartbeat feel less lonely?
For everyone else you put on a façade or mask,
But you come to me fully unguarded and bask
In vulnerability you show...
And the raindrops have completely dissipated.
You will hold and grasp me as if the rosy petals
Are what you have left of me. As the dust settles
You see me standing there in the lucent halo of
Light like the holy angel you have fallen in love
With for the first time. It is like we are the only
Ones here. Does your heartbeat feel less lonely?
For everyone else you put on a façade or mask,
But you come to me fully unguarded and bask
In vulnerability you show...
#love
#angels
#rhyming
805 reads
6 Comments
Not Alone
We are dancing until the clouds have separated
And the raindrops have completely dissipated.
You will hold and grasp me as if the rosy petals
Are what you have left of me. As the dust settles
You see me standing there in the lucent halo of
Light like the holy angel you have fallen in love
With for the first time. It is like we are the only
Ones here. Does your heartbeat feel less lonely?
For everyone else you put on a façade or mask,
But you come to me fully unguarded and bask
In vulnerability you show...
And the raindrops have completely dissipated.
You will hold and grasp me as if the rosy petals
Are what you have left of me. As the dust settles
You see me standing there in the lucent halo of
Light like the holy angel you have fallen in love
With for the first time. It is like we are the only
Ones here. Does your heartbeat feel less lonely?
For everyone else you put on a façade or mask,
But you come to me fully unguarded and bask
In vulnerability you show...
#love
#angels
#rhyming
805 reads
6 Comments
Magical Presence
It was a warm,sunny day.
You were walking down the beach.
On the golden,shiny sand.
Ocean waves greet you.
And the sunlight rays meet you.
Curious,she saw something out of reach.
At the sunny,warm beach.
Somewhere,at the shore.
She saw something she had never seen before.
She gazes with curious eyes.
Under the sunny,warm skies.
A magical,open clam,made of gold.
Accurate to all the stories you were told.
But inside,was something whimsical.
Golden shiny. A pearl,so tiny.
Like...
You were walking down the beach.
On the golden,shiny sand.
Ocean waves greet you.
And the sunlight rays meet you.
Curious,she saw something out of reach.
At the sunny,warm beach.
Somewhere,at the shore.
She saw something she had never seen before.
She gazes with curious eyes.
Under the sunny,warm skies.
A magical,open clam,made of gold.
Accurate to all the stories you were told.
But inside,was something whimsical.
Golden shiny. A pearl,so tiny.
Like...
#angels
#hope
#magic #uplifting
#magic #uplifting
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Magical Presence
It was a warm,sunny day.
You were walking down the beach.
On the golden,shiny sand.
Ocean waves greet you.
And the sunlight rays meet you.
Curious,she saw something out of reach.
At the sunny,warm beach.
Somewhere,at the shore.
She saw something she had never seen before.
She gazes with curious eyes.
Under the sunny,warm skies.
A magical,open clam,made of gold.
Accurate to all the stories you were told.
But inside,was something whimsical.
Golden shiny. A pearl,so tiny.
Like...
You were walking down the beach.
On the golden,shiny sand.
Ocean waves greet you.
And the sunlight rays meet you.
Curious,she saw something out of reach.
At the sunny,warm beach.
Somewhere,at the shore.
She saw something she had never seen before.
She gazes with curious eyes.
Under the sunny,warm skies.
A magical,open clam,made of gold.
Accurate to all the stories you were told.
But inside,was something whimsical.
Golden shiny. A pearl,so tiny.
Like...
#angels
#hope
#magic #uplifting
#magic #uplifting
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0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Angels Published by Members Recently Online