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Listen to poem:
~writer's notes~
i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality
~the prologue~
just a child
he clenches his teeth
grinding
creating a screeching sound
much like worn out brakes
the yell of steel on steel
he bleeds
my God how he bleeds
a deep breath
and boiling burgundy
spills over the structure of his frame
wears down the flesh to the bone
the sun stops shinning
birds start falling out of the skies
have you ever heard a dog wail in pain
that was him that loud puppy
the barking that breaks the night in two
i confess he was me - emphasize 'was'
~the story~
back in the day
in the dead of night
still young
cautious
we met at a special place
where nature's hand had drawn a line
a spot unique only we could define
where pulses race at an amazing pace
like cranking dry ice through veins
You asked me "Do you believe in love at first sight."
I answered "I believe in love under any circumstance."
(later you told me you loved those words)
you clarified
"in love - i mean do you believe in falling 'in love' at first sight."
I replied "I believe in sparks."
your face lit up
"Sparks?" you asked
"Yes," I proclaimed
"sparks and kerosene."
looked you directly in the eyes
smiled and added
"wanna burn?"
we kissed
(how soft this moment was to the touch)
the cosmos slowed down
i swam in its essence at a crawl
devoured this sliver of time
as it simmered
almost at a standstill
I uploaded it to memory
my internal library
one with shelves
leather bound shards of experiences
with strong spines
one's could stand the test of time
our sweet union warm lit
now a part of me
you stole my lips
bound to my heart as they are
grazed against my waining restraint
surrendering all reason
i lost myself to your tender grip
your gaze touched me deeper than any man should be felt
like a unique note of music heard once never forgotten
my wanting
a whistling kettle
a cool vapour of cleansing mist
a burning desire to inhale your presence
and never breathe again
from then on it was always us
you
you were always there
when I thought I was falling off the earth
you handed me what you called gravity
saved me from an endless existence
among a bevy of extinguishing stars
always had
a paper pad
a pen
you were the only one
understood my ink flowed
of its own volition
had a mind of its own
could run slowly
like a glass smooth lake
or
like rapids - rabid
foaming at the mouth
a waterway
damaged by jutting rocks
as it hits the sea wall - hard
however
no matter the ups and downs
you
you were always there
when i sang Dylan and Cohen
quoted them in Malta, Prague, Croatia
lectured
people smile the same in Europe
as they do in South America
cry the same in Africa as in Asia
both
when tears flow over smiles
continued
in England some tend to speak quietly
in France their passion often screams
so when I needed you
when there were no words
instinctively you just held me
soothed my pain
i was a man in motion interested in fusion
our minds would eventually meld with love held
shared a single bed
like queen and king
when we walked the moon was ours alone
the promise of your love
the nature of your embrace
the perfume of your mane
you
you were always there
~ the epilogue ~
your words touched my heart
your lips softened it
your shine tickled my fancy
your hold owned my smile
together life seemed so unreal
in the best of ways
when the universe its vast array of entities
pauses for what seems forever
i dance stupid knowing everyone's looking
even staring in disbelief
that's what our love allows me the courage to be me
no apology
i live my time cradled in the calm of us
live it just - being
and you
you are always here
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016
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Coral life forms in copious swarms
feast in the Cambrian chyme,
dividing their cells and forming their shells
to end on the seafloor as lime.
Tectonic churning and magma upturning
renders marble whiter than bone.
The marble is mined, but the cutters are blind
to the angel confined in the stone.
A young sculptor arose, with a bend in his nose
and a transcendent creative spark,
charged with ambition to fulfill a commission,
an angel for St. Dominic's Ark.
An artist sublime who will live for all time,
his genius is to see things not shown.
For an angel to achieve he first has to perceive
its splendor enclosed in the stone.
At dawning's first glow he surveys the tableau
of the blocks the stone cutters supplied.
In some he sees dreams of potential themes,
but only one holds an angel inside.
“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain
as does failing to hear it and see it.”
The block that he chose was rejected by those
who then lied and claimed to foresee it.
With talent and skill he falls to with a will,
surrounded by rubble and relic.
His method you see, for the angel to free
is to remove all the bits not angelic.
Michelangelo’s art for all time stands apart
but there's something further to heed.
For there's a bit more to the fine metaphor
in the tale of the angel he freed.
“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain
as does failing to hear it and see it.”
For in all our insides a bright angel abides
and is just waiting for something to free it:
to remove all the parts which harden our hearts,
to chip out the darkness and pride,
to smooth the rough patches, to polish the scratches
and unshackle the angel inside.
© January 26, 2013
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2013
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6:35 A.M.
Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.
I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.
I needed it.
Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.
And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.
Bastards!
Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!
But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.
Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.
“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.
As she held me,
held me,
with puppy love warmth.
Even the rainbows fell to its knees.
She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.
But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.
It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
that said:
“Kid-safe”.
Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!
As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.
My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.
“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs,
Ninja Turtle-style,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.
Boys will fear her.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
After two moments of silence,
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.
“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
shut.”
She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.
10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”
I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.
Mission accomplished.
And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”
But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.
For it was my inner child,
speaking
clear.
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011
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To you who knew me in my youth,
Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth;
Before you passed to heaven’s skies,
I saw an angel in your eyes.
To you, the stranger that I met,
Who spoke no word of English, yet
Gave aid to me, you are God’s prize.
There was an angel in your eyes.
To those of you within this place
Whose gifts of words show love and grace,
Though I’ve not faced you, I surmise. . .
There is an angel in your eyes!
For CONTEST NO 202 any form/any theme with max of 12 linesPoetry Contest
of Brian Strand
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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Angel Poem
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Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect world wide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it was cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
5-25-14
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
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Bha e brèagha an-de
(It was Beautiful Yesterday)
There was a sailing vessel
With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind
A flag of the Celtic honor, in ruin an rented
As all the sailors sing
Of my love for you
From long ago
Before death became our friend
Oh would I be sailing from stormy seas to the Scottish glens
To lay some flowers at your side
Your beauty is now far under
My love ill wait for all eternity
For loves resurrection’s stormy thunder
Our bodies may be under stone
Our memories long lost in tales and fable
Let no man ever lay any such claim
Our love was not the gift of briny seaworthy fame
We be only stones, in a meadow blue
When you come upon our fate
Tiss with this verse, I state my case
The life that escaped our sadly date
Love though was true as sky
For long ago, she bid adieu
Her sadness at my drowning departure
As I her lover was told to be
Buried deep and under sea
Both sadness and the tossing waves
Took the life out of her and me
So when you look at fading stones
Remember the love that used to be
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire
Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions
The phone rang one night late
This is the Court sir, your brother’s son and family
Have been in a terrible accident
Only your niece of four survived
When can you pick her up?
The old man was in a daze
What the hell was he being punished for now
Keeping care of a dam kid
What the bloody hell did he know about that?
"Well sir, we will be expecting you tomorrow, 9am prompt please"
Walking back to his flat, with a 4 year old girl in tow
Well the neighbors gawked to say the least
The poor little girl, tears and teddy, trying to keep up with grumpy
Once inside his flat, he looked at her with disdain
Said "Guess you be expecting some food or some such"
She nodded, as sad as she was, she was indeed hungry
He showed her the cupboard and fridge, milk and cereal in there
Help yourself, and wash the dam dishes afterwards
Don’t got no extra bed, so you sleep here on the couch
She nodded silently, thinking the world truly must have ended
Days, turned into weeks, turned into months
This little girl complained not once
All she could think of was her pain
Mummy and daddy were in heaven where ever that was
Why they left her was truly confusing
Friday was her birthday
She was sad and missing her family
Getting ready, she went to the cupboard for dinner
The old man said what the hell you doing that for?
She shivered in fear, he was always so so so mad
She apologies, sorry uncle Pete
He replied you sit your self down right there
And you be quiet you here?
Then the lights all of sudden went out
Bright tiny candles burned in the night
The old man, said, is your birthday after all
Hope you don’t mind these little cupcakes I got us here
She looked at him with new eyes
He turned, not quite smiling, no miracles just yet
They ate in silence after which, he said good night and happy birthday
The next morning even they really never talked
Other than who does what chores
Or how expensive she was to care for
She asked out of the blue
"Uncle, why do angels have wings?"
In his usual grumpy way, he replied
"So they get the hell away from us as fast as they can is why
This world is no place for happiness or angels get used to that"
She was taken back by his bitterness, still………
She replied, “but I dream on them looking over me uncle"
Well he looked at her, and somewhat softly and with unusual kindness
He answered her "that’s because you are one of them, a sweet little angel"
She ran into his arms and gave him a big hug
This was a very good thing.
For then she could not see the single tear the dropped to the floor
He actually hugged her back and with all of his heart
That day, a day for most people that was a normal day
Was for him and his little charge, a miracle
A small loving child, held that secret key
To opening an old mans heart
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
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In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -
Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.
Relentless horror had around them crept.
In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept
Until one day, even the angels wept!
For freedom’s win, the world cried tears of joy.
In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -
Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.
For Seeker's My Take on the Holocaust Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise
Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten
We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze
I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 18.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
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The day you died you took me with you,
The way you lied shook me black and blue.
The sorrow you felt, I sure felt it too,
The tomorrow dreams won’t come true.
All the good hello's turned into dying goodbye's,
All the to’s and fro’s burned holes in my eyes.
You thought you were so sly, but I always knew,
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.
Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell,
Lessening of warnings and sights when you fell.
Deprivation of your soul saving wonder,
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.
Heavy-hearted moments with stitches on your wrists,
Broken-hearted atonement with twitches on your fists.
Unheard thoughts engraved in your soul,
The third day I tried to save you...you lost control.
Forgiveness with a burden held on my left shoulder,
Impulsiveness when you're hurting, (I couldn't hold her).
Bleeding and burning and
living and dying....
Needing and turning and
giving and crying....
It's been five long years since I’ve rested and slept,
I try to smile but in my dreams even the angels wept.
Date Written: May 1, 2016
Your Best Rhyming Poem
John Hamilton
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
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A broken heart
who humbly cries
As the flames began melting
tears hidden under the seabed
Sizzling hot a trail
sparkles into the night sky
love comes in colors
that kisses burn passion
Following your starlight flooding
memories are forever made pure
Even if you are not here
I can feel your warm breath
Winking to the soul dream of dreams
Together we can build a future palace
one without fear and pain
Destiny will be eternities shooting arrow
Catching many rainbow on our roads path
Cupid strikes flying saucers land in your space
wondering if things will ever be the same again
Captivating an angel strums tugging heartstrings
Do you hear still the melody
to the most beautiful song playing
Warmly exploring deeply touching tunes
Covering the bed with rose petals
Music plays a heartfelt chant sighs
I miss you dearest flower forever more
just like the desert misses rain
Whispers held on a cloud of breath beautiful
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
(unrhymed quatrain)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.
It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.
Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."
And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.
Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.
The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.
And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.
This little girl had turned, was lifted up
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, the little girl, am grateful I was saved.
Written on 10/6/2015
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
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Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream
Touching warm fingers of light in a deep blue painted sky
bewitching clouds gunbarrel grey shooting magic wishes
silver shading arrow points out into the softest peach charms spells
Everything spellbinding shines amazing beautiful enchanting
snow covered mountains cold winds howling and whistling tunes
bells in the distance calls you're the rock one clings to on Trawbrega's shores
Drawing behind the eyes wind bellowing whispers a blessing tides turn waves
inside joy burns one candle warmly flickering happiness butterflies dance
blue blazes to see the soul of a deeply treasured jewel forever sings
unrhymed tercet
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
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A WISH -- In Memory Of
"I Wish"
I wish I could blow air into your little lungs,
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world.
Hold your little body warm,
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....
I wish,
I could look into your daring eyes,
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts!
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O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
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How I wish you could be,
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this and make
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.
In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 --- RIP March 25, 2013
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by;PD :-(
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
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Translation below (in progress)
Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix
He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace
J’étais Charlie
De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez
I was Charlie
In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose
Copyright © Etienne Lariviere | Year Posted 2015
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A lie, wrapped in deception, in the cloak of silent nights
Deception, soothing as black ink, until dried
The wetness caresses the illusion of pretenses white
When it dries, one is exposed to the evil dark fright
A lie inside a lie inside a lie, inside the Pandora’s box
Unwrap it all you will witness the sly red fox
Run from the forest that consumes the noble heart
Lay your eyes on the Gothic inspired cathedral ceilings
From there, is but heavens start
As the symphony plays the rhapsody of life
Remember always the deceiver for his bringing strife
Raise your hands like a conductor of brave hearts
Speak up and speak out, when you see the silent
Darkness bring you illusions in the night
Beware of the dark lamb, and hold up the noble light
With ethereal dreams, one day you know what is right
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
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She writes of darkness like her soul’s been sold
But deep inside she has a heart of gold
Words brought on by a darkened past
At times she prayed that she would breathe her last
There was no one that she could turn to
When suddenly the light came shining through
Her life was changed from an endless curse
Now she puts her story in poetic verse
Overcoming her fears and the urge to kill
She used her poems as a coping skill
From an angel of darkness she ascended
To an angel of light completely mended
So read the dark poet, it’ll give you a start
But please be careful, she’ll steal your heart.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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Beside the linen hanging out to dry,
a young girl trudges with a basket full
of sheets that she has cleaned. Her head is bent
to hide a tear she does not want to cry.
Although in summer’s heat, she’s feeling spent,
it’s not her work now troubling her soul.
Her mother’s had to work hard every day
and leave the children by themselves till night.
There is no outside help; the mother tries
to raise a brood whose father passed away.
Her sweetest child, red-haired and oh so wise,
does much to make her mother’s burden light.
She knows her mother needs to get some sleep.
An old soul, she sees all and rarely cries,
but while her brothers run free in the sun,
she drops her load and simply starts to weep.
Grief flows till she resumes her role - the one
that is the family’s angel in disguise.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead
The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now
The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead
The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams
The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary
The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too
Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only
That one day
Our daughter will become
You
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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Is it possible that an angel and a demon could fall in love?
And, remain soul mates for all eternity?
Yes, and I will tell you how it happened.
Maybe, it was a miracle that they met
or maybe it was just meant to be.
That an angel fell out of heaven and a demon escaped from hell
on the very same day.
They saw no one, but each other.
Yet, neither had ever seen such a creature.
The angel was beautiful and kind.
This angel had fallen from heaven
a place of light and life, and of hope and peace.
The demon was imperfect and shy.
This demon had escaped from hell
a place of darkness and death, and of despair and pain.
When they met, their eyes met.
And without a spoken word.
The angel saw only tenderness and hurt in this lost demon.
The demon saw only compassion and love in this lost angel.
It did not matter to them if one had wings, and the other had horns.
Yet, they saw themselves within each other.
Even though they were from two different worlds.
They embraced each other.
Though, they knew their love was forbidden by others like themselves.
So, they decided to remain here on earth.
Where their bond could not be broken.
The heart of the angel was no longer filled with loneliness and longing.
The heart of the demon was no longer filled with torment and sorrow.
Love is what they both were searching for.
And it was found on that very same day.
A forbidden love, everlasting for all eternity.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
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Magic dust shooting into starlight pearls as the scents begin wafting
Around the planet's curve circling warmly embracing on vision
Glittering golden gleams sparkle through colours of a promise
Kissed green eyes to hide her warm tears open up
In the promises we give to others for keeps
Rainbows hold until the end enchanting tales
Silk buried softly underneath the bouquet a rose grows
Not forgetting the inner promises we give unto ourselves
Romancing a poem under the pillow no one knows
Petals freezing winter moon holding warmly drunken
Wrapped up under one star winks cotton white angel holding deeply wings
Held upright pleasing the heart pure soul inside the glory of the stars shine
Fear and destruction of earthly paradise we live
Over and back dancing butterflies waltz freely taken
We need beautiful fairy tales and angels songs
As the sun rise kisses a gold circle treasures found
A man can not be changed by place or time, but of love
Memories are born inside where a diamond cut princess dwells
Luxurious and delicious feelings ~
enveloped softly in your wing
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
15.12.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
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How Do I See You
People often wonder
How they are perceived
Some think they're kind and nice
When really they are filled with greed
Some are selfish and self-righteous fools
A few think their beauty is mascara in blue
Some feel that de meaning others makes them upright
They usually run, when challenged to the fight
So now the question comes down to this
How do I see you Sir or do you wish to stay in bliss
You are not normal, that’s for sure
You may suffer from emotions’ scares
Your pain may be physical and intense as a hot star
So no you’re not normal, you can’t fly away
Too many look up to you
For your noble and kind ways
You give comfort and solace to those in need
Your kindness exceeds even a Rich kings largest decree
You are an engineer and builder of dreams
Reaching out to people with compassion, sometimes unseen
You belong in the kingdom of heaven
I do believe they have an all Irish bar section!
Its there we can share a brew or maybe a few
Laughing at those who live downstairs in hotter pews
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
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Angel Poem
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You are a jeweled gift sparkling diamond rock temple
One of thousand in the world touched petal by petal
Skies above true blue wrapped cotton white emotions
Arches over our earthly plains east to west one circle
Inside silk ribbon feelings tie the knot perfectly
With wings of a swan bound unto you eternally
In you who crowns the heart with passions ignite magic
When the sky was falling into the promised land chants
Carnation of a flower deeply stirring dewdrops rose
In light of the rainbow mountains shone glitter dust
Loving you morning and night never goes out of fashion
Amor helped to ignite flames that burn purely with love
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
07.09.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
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Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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Angel Poem
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- Your Heavenly Touch -
Walking in the light of beauty
sunshine's a promise fulfilled
warmly on the right side of love
Holding you precious the gasp within
one kiss chocolate melting taste buds
Lost in a dream embracing you my Queen
Sets a twilight sky on fire
burning deeply warm starlight
Dawning this night
I live only for you
without saying goodbye
Your heavenly touch lovingly whispers are melodious
A most cherished feeling powers emotions
when your lips kiss sweetly lands softly perfect
Tomorrow's a new adventure in our honeymoon secret meetings place
(unrhymed tyrcets)
27.03.2016
Romance written by : Liam & Anne-Lise :)
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Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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Angel Poem
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Listen to poem:
BEAUTIFUL ANGEL
Beautiful angel
Of huge and white wings
Dream or delusion
Reality or make believe
Show me yourself
Spread for me your wings
Wrap me in your arms
Surround me in safety
Take me to the skies
Whisper in my ears
Things of heaven and earth
Share with me your dreams
Beautiful winged warrior
Your scars show your strength
They're your badges of honor
For the many battles you went
Brave angel of mercy
Come and take my hand
I can be the fighter for once
While you regain your strength
For I also have my wings
My scars are proof of my fights
I'm not as strong as you
But I can hold my ground
Rest your head on my lap
Let me be your balm
Share with me your burden
In the morning we can fly
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March 15, 2017
Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2017
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