Angel Horse Poems | Angel Poems About Horse
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Death's dark angel
Black carriage drives
The carriage has
All of them black
Death follows you
All of your life
Toil and strife
Can't escape Him
When it's their time
They all object
There's no respect
The Banshees cry
None of them care
Ride a Pathya Vat contest - Carriage theme
5 Aug 2014
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.
She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end.
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing
To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.
I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.
Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.
Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night
You are my queen of the night.
Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Along came a black horse
rider non existent
fire in his eyes life no longer
see the devil smile as his horse grew younger
see the devil cry as his horse grew fonder
sat a lonely boy in his path
eyes of water lit to wrath
boy stood up as wings were cast
the dark horse turned grey as light did pass
see the angel smile as the boy grew older
see the angel smile as the boy grew wonder
horse came a halt eyes still a glaze
boy flew above the dark horses maze
fire from his eyes erupted through the air
the boy inhaled as the fire turned to tears
the young boy now a man
the fire inside him as turned his hand
from giving to a fist no longer will stand
as the horse now in air flying with the man
the waltz of life now on demand
the man and horse now riding through land
turn to each others repromand
the boy grew dark and eyes now steam
the horse grew white and wings through the beam
see the devil smile as his horse won the fight
see the angels smile as their boy won the might
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
(This poem is one of my story poems, and when I wrote this during high school, I listened to the song Chop Suey by System of a Down and gave me the inspiration to write this poem. Anyway, please enjoy Where The Angels Burned and please comment!)
A white stallion stands on a cliff.
Staring at an orange, fiery sky.
The cool air brushes against his face.
Behind him is the cruel world.
He looks up, a miracle appears.
A white light shines upon him.
An angel from above comes to his side.
The stallion cries,
Streams fall down his face,
As the angel wipes away his tears.
Other angels appear in the sky,
Singing songs of harmony and praise see.
A blast from the sky; the angels burn.
The stallion runs away,
Running further and further.
Away from their red hot grasp.
Years later...the stallion continues to wander.
Never looking towards the sky again.
Running from the fear and coldness,
Away from the pain and agony.
Away from the angels that burned in hell...
Copyright © Chelsea Zayas | Year Posted 2016