Poems About Angels Published by Members Recently Online
#angels
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
Queen of Darkness
Queen of Darkness
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
#angels
#feminism
#gothic
#nature
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
Queen of Darkness
Queen of Darkness
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
#angels
#feminism
#gothic
#nature
#women
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
Queen of Darkness
Queen of Darkness
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
#angels
#feminism
#gothic
#nature
#women
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2 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
16th May 2021 2:24pm
16th May 2021 2:24pm
Annunciation
Ah Gabriel!
How hard a task was laid on you,
how hard the trust,
how hard
to travel through
the empty miles of space
unto a cloistered girl
who knew no man,
to startle her
and race her heart
past fear,
and then announce
strange words --
that she would bear a son of destiny
who would be named
as Yahweh's chosen one.
Was all the gospeling
the holy one commanded you to speak
some comfort to her then?
Or did her face grow white
as stone?
And did her knees collapse ...
How hard a task was laid on you,
how hard the trust,
how hard
to travel through
the empty miles of space
unto a cloistered girl
who knew no man,
to startle her
and race her heart
past fear,
and then announce
strange words --
that she would bear a son of destiny
who would be named
as Yahweh's chosen one.
Was all the gospeling
the holy one commanded you to speak
some comfort to her then?
Or did her face grow white
as stone?
And did her knees collapse ...
#angels
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
Hell's Vine
My clammy cheek was plastered
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
#dark
#angels
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
Hell's Vine
My clammy cheek was plastered
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
#dark
#angels
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
Hell's Vine
My clammy cheek was plastered
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
#dark
#angels
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
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25 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
Hell's Vine
My clammy cheek was plastered
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
#dark
#angels
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
11th May 2024 10:37pm
11th May 2024 10:37pm
Fallen Angel
To make Mona Lisa blush and hide her face to ever be called beautiful as she looks upon the new world you create.
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
#angels
#art
#LifeChangingMoment
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
11th May 2024 10:37pm
11th May 2024 10:37pm
Fallen Angel
To make Mona Lisa blush and hide her face to ever be called beautiful as she looks upon the new world you create.
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
#angels
#art
#LifeChangingMoment
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
11th May 2024 10:37pm
11th May 2024 10:37pm
Fallen Angel
To make Mona Lisa blush and hide her face to ever be called beautiful as she looks upon the new world you create.
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
#angels
#art
#LifeChangingMoment
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 8:49pm
25th Aug 2022 8:49pm
Why Have I Become A Fallen Angel?
She got down on
her knees and
begged God to
say why he kicked
her out of Heaven.
her knees and
begged God to
say why he kicked
her out of Heaven.
#Christian
#angels
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#homelessness
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