Angels Poems - Poems about Angels

To the Poet I Know

They say your words are forged in flame,
in halls where angels speak your name;
From vaults of time, from storm and night,
you cull the shadows, summon light.

You walk through fire and make it sing,
you crown the humble, make a king;
Your word bends law, yet keeps its grace,
a prophet’s truth in mortal place.

The sea will part, the

LITTLE ANGELS

How often we call our babies little angels…especially when they’re sleeping.    
It’s a memory that lasts forever in our hearts…one we hope we’re always keeping.

And speaking on behalf of most parents…as we fall under our little angel’s charms
We would do anything to keep them safe…free from misery and harm.

We spend a good

WATCHING OVER ME

WATCHING OVER ME
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A soothing breeze caresses my face
softly murmuring a sweet lullaby as it slowly drifts by.

I feel the presence of my ancestors, of those I’ve loved
on their angelic, gossamer wings gently floating by.

I’m overcome with love and delicious memories
of a time past, their echoing voices only can I hear.

With glistening diamonds on my cheeks,

Our Better Angels

Sometimes our minds speak to us,  
Summoning us to embark on their journey,  
They show us the pathway to the light;  
It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night.

Within us, the good hides in the chamber,  
Struggling to put the bad to rest.  
Sometimes the latter

Our Better Angels

There is still human kindness in the world
Offering help with wings of hope, unfurled
No glowing golden halo encircles their head
But they give courage to those facing dread

Some have a graceful gift that lights a spark
when others struggle, trying to escape the dark
Our better angels have no trace of greed
when despondent ones are filled with great

Our Better Angels

This or That, Vol 35 Poetry Contest//Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 
( 2nd Place )

Written: August 03, 2025


Though it is not in our power to make
sorrow no sorrow, 
yet it is in our power to take it...

He may have been tough on the outside,
judged by what he looked like,
But deep down he was gold-hearted 
and went

Our Better Angels - typo corrected

On this radiant moment, a ceiling
of new moon beguiles the park-lane
where the breeze tosses its wings,
lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't
comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles
my despair unrelenting to the beat
of a warm summer eve so glorious;

and yet, my spirit drowns from pain,
from the absence of love 's loss in ruins--
there is

Our Better Angels

It’s love that wipes away my tears
Shadow of the rain shower clears
And I’m warmed by the gentle night
He bids my soul peace to delight

It’s faith that reminds of His grace
With Him, there’s nothing I can’t face
Surprised by One who can unite
He bids my soul peace to delight

It’s hope that sings a song of life
And I

Our Better Angels

Our Better Angels

The polished floor reflects a moonlit gleam,
A silent chapel holding a dark dream.
I etched my plea into a cold white tile,
A fragile hope against a coming wile.
But from the smooth surface, a form takes hold,
A sister to the stories left untold.
Her eyes, like shards of glacial ice, are keen,
Reflecting landscapes desolate and mean.

I

Angels and Razor Blades

Take care of each other out there
wherever "out there" may be...
a shopping mall
a city street
a place of worship
beside a country creek.
There's a deepening stain
on the tapestry of society
It's time to 
scrub it out
scrub it rough
scrub it clean.

Had enough of turning the other cheek?
Seems to me the cheek was picked clean a long time ago.
Time to

Our Better Angels

When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.

I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock

Our Better Angels

When we refer to people on earth who are angels,
we refer to folks who are generally sweet, loving and kind.
Anyone with any amount of decency 
can be kind.
But what of those poor souls
whose lives are ravaged by war
or whose childhood has left them shattered
or paralyzed with fear?
What of children emotionally, physically or sexually abused
again and

our better angels

 
"our invisible, celestial, sublime, beatific angels . . . "

                                            

Our Better Angels

Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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When anger swirls and trust cheats,
When hearts rupture and hope is heavy.
Our brave backs fight, and our loud teams meet.
With sounds that spin and a wonderful levy.

A reaper walks by the schoolyard gate,
Where apathy switched in the weight.
Neglect

Spiritual possession

Through an opal window I saw a cloud,
changing colors from blue to orange to red,
like a burning fire.
I was swept off my feet,
floating on a bridge between this world and the next.

My body no longer in my possession,
I hear voices beyond my choices,
juggled on a hawser like a puppet on strings ~
my entire being a

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