Best Angelic Poems
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger ( Rumi)
She is an angelic Aphrodite,
with thorns and thistles
in her myrtle heart,
disguised as a martyr
veiled in burgundy blues,
a savior in need
of a lion armor.
As the tainted world
lured her to be the
temptress of twilight,
blindfolded by
paper butterfly wings,
handcuffed by
porcelain pearls
and lilac lace;
she finds herself,
searching for blood
diamond truth to
uncloak what grows
beneath the orchid sun.
She never promised
that her peaking rays
of spring would
silence your storms.
For she strolls obliviously,
dressed in onyx winter,
as she tastes of
sinful summer evenings,
wearing a crown of
sublime sunflowers,
too piercingly divine
for unprepared eyes.
She has constantly
been shoved deep
into an estuary of emotions,
where turquoise ripples
fade into blazing blue
wisps of nothingness,
among dimmed stars
in the soul of midnight.
If only she knew,
not every spellbinding
gaze meant "love" woven
in threads of
a thriving future;
there’s always
blistering agony
brewing beneath
constellations of
fluttering gems,
though she questions
the silver light that
radiates from
the moon in her mind.
In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.
Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced mind.
Warmth of her ethereal embrace
together with the early Spring sun,
dissolved the protective glacier,
shielding my dormant somber soul.
Under serene sapphire skies,
her eyes like unique emeralds - sparkled,
charming each beat of my heart to murmur.
As we reminisced about childhood memories,
an isolated tear escaped from my eye,
innocently immersing her silken skin.
Captivated by her angelic aroma,
I pondered if she was an angel,
cradling me within a citadel in heaven.
As twilight ignited merigold radiance
through silver violet clouds,
her succulent lips whispered
sweet musings as they caressed mine.
The taste from her last sensual kiss,
still lingered as she ascended to the heavens,
as I pleaded;
"Take me with you."
To which she replied;
"It's not your time."
Simple Musing
Silent One
22 March 2018
Angelic Tendrils
by Darren White and Jason Williams (bothboos)
Temporarily posted on my acount, so I can add audio to it as well as a picture, as soon as our collaboration account is premium, I'll remove it here
Voice: Jason Williams
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Angelic tendrils cascade over his twinkling eyes
His lightning green reflect my amazement
He catches my gaze and mimics my wonder
Twinkling resonating in my inner being
Angelic tendrils dancing with his laughter
Tight curls, like ribbons on a gift just for me
The sharpness of his eyes and the curve of his smile
Such a divine combination, a gift that heaven sent
In me he lives, and I in him, far more than just friends
And then I lift him in my arms and carry him away
To a place that is safe, to a place that is warm
And with the soft brushing of lips an eternal love has begun.
His eyes read the thousand words he could not say
My very self in loving thoughts I need not explain
It brings me to where pain has no place
Where our hearts can beat their beat together
Where is the love you promised us always? Eternal love is
cast out of heaven for the angelic it seems—Quote by poet
It burns deeply knowing our ways of love aren’t angelic
Love’s awe emerges then torn apart as old as a Christian relic
It seems true that blessed love can only abide in its
eternal among the angels above and only in the purest spirits
We mortals find the gift of love can be difficult at best
Echoing passions of no forevers with no peace or rest
Awaiting parting and its end with such sweet sorrows
Pink coral sunsets no longer signs of golden tomorrows
To paraphrase Shakespeare’s sonnet, love which burns
brightest tends to dim the quickest—coal rakes and it churns
inside informing me that our ways of love are not angelic
Just to discover true love is as rare as a lost and sacred relic
you see me a monster
an angel in disgrace
for I plucked my wings out
just to honor the human race
inconspicuous yet dark
a disciple with a mark
all they do is lie and swear
they are always unprepared
for free will might be your gift
but their hearts are all adrift
I'm ashamed of what I've done
I can't be like everyone
all these mortal emotions
deny me of your devotion
how can an angel be so void
when human emotions they avoid
they are right, we are wrong
God have mercy on their Souls
“Stealing our breath, you came down to us with angelic grace and you keep holding us under your magic spell” ~ By Poet
A precious little angel is born to us.
Our first grandchild, a bundle of joy,
Sent down from heaven, a blessing!
One look at her cherubic face
Made our hearts race in joy.
She looked at me with wide open eyes,
As if affirming a bond long established.
As if telling me, “Grandma, I am by your side,
To fulfil your yearning for a daughter
To fill the vacuum, you have long been feeling”.
With wonder and joy, we gazed at her angelic face,
- her tiny hands with long tapering fingers,
- her tender feet with cute little nails,
and her parted little lips that quivered to tell a tale.
Baby, you are fresh like the morning dew,
Beautiful like a fairy,
And fragrant like an opening flower.
You push your way like light seeping through,
Into our hearts and thoughts, day in and out!
Sweet one, we cuddle and hold you,
Close to our heart and thoughts,
And entreat God the Almighty to take care of you,
To bring pride and hope to your dad and Mom,
And hold the hands of your aged grandparents!
The sun, stars and moon came closer this misty morning
when the angels were presented with sublime beauty
they weren't lacking hymns or instruments of joy
Shades breached the outline and absorbed the purity
Earth born mortal souls did not fear for the sun's eternal beam
Beauty from her soul beneath true archery wings
Gentle breeze came riding down from heaven
gurgling streams plucking the harp strings
I knew then, she were from heaven sent
Our hearts together, copied in sapphire-blue and opal
as I look through my paper-thin wings
a caterpillar on earth inherited the heavenly blessing
Outside the open window, The morning air is all awash with angels. Richard Wilbur
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In a lush garden—bathed in halcyon light,
Where opulent blooms imbue the night,
An ethereal glamour—a dulcet spell
Unveiling secrets no tongue can tell
From heaven’s realm—angelic choirs
Descend with grace; their voices inspire.
Their reverential hymns ripple through the air.
A pure melody—beyond compare
Devout and innocent, their presence sublime,
Their angelic might shape the course of time.
Few people realize the power they possess.
Guiding us through—life's intricate mess
Music, they say, is the speech of angels.
A divine elixir that our souls entangle.
With each note, they weave a tapestry of love.
Filling our hearts with blessings from above.
Protecting angels of life, unseen yet near,
Watch over us with a love so clear.
Though they may fly high beyond our sight,
Their eyes are always upon us, shining bright.
In their leisure, they glimpse what we do.
With pure and sincere devotion, they sue.
They view our struggles, joys, and fears.
And offer comfort to wipe away our tears.
To love for the sake of being loved is human.
However, sincere love is divine, not an illusion.
Their devotion is unrestricted and boundless.
Graceful momentum—spatially senseless
So let us embrace the angelic symphony.
And let its harmonies set us free.
In their songs, we find solace and peace.
A glimpse of heaven's grace that will never cease.
I enter an arch of disarranged hill
Blinded by darkness; thick the skin of air.
My lips quiver into whispers, until
Feathers so lucent appear from nowhere.
Sweet voice of cherub awakens a thrill
Listening to her psalm of light, sincere.
While fragrance of comfort wafts on flowered breast
Angel of dove wheels far, granting me rest.
Angels Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
What wonderful warmth
Weaves through my bones
Some mystic music
With healing tones
A summer waft
A sunshine snuggle
A hug so deep
Erasing trouble
If only I could bottle this
To keep it fresh
This cleansing balm
This wonderous mesh..
Connecting souls
Correcting ills
Blessing so full
It overspills
The world needs more -
This love strewn hit
To cure pandemic
Deficit
Yet here I rest
Tired eyes closed tight
While restful thoughts
Redeem the blight
A harvest
Doth my soul peruse
An ancient truth
Stills daily news
Join me, do
If you so desire
To find your heart's
Angelic choir
A harmony
That lives within
To quell the worldly
Heartless din
Peaceful corner
Comfy chair
Your favourite spot
I'll meet you there
On starry, starry nights
On sunny, sunny days
Angelic people, whose eyes
Resemble wounded deer`s eyes
Angelic, fragile, gentle
People sadly pray
You can hear their cries
And they say:
`We do not want any more lies
Take your evil deeds today,
And stay out of our way.`
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
Rumi
Weeds persecute the gardens of my mind,
bad seeds are instigators for the unkind,
so, I plant vibrant petals for tomorrow,
did you know blossoms can feel sorrow?
I support them to bloom in delicate silence,
but strange paranoia is a relic of violence.
It hurts when withheld wounds are exposed,
life is better when I keep my eyes closed.
Should I apologise for my sullen demeanor,
so they can misjudge and become meaner?
I've become a misunderstood metaphor,
in a world of words not understood before.
I'm not an angelic devil nor a sinful saint,
but sense of shame is like polluted paint.
I'm tired from deadly brain sucking vampires,
draining my reservoir of peaceful empires.
Will it ever dawn upon the ignorant,
if I could turn back time it would be different.
In childhood we painted our faces on stars,
some looked for Venus, but I preferred Mars.
How we followed a colourful spectrum's shadow,
wondering if rain flows along the rainbow.
But in time imagination loses it's power,
we expire like dead seeds and forget to flower.
Is the pantomime of pain I've endured not plenty?
Can guilt bleed me dry, until all my sins empty?
Set me free from confines of jilted desire,
release me from burning in regret's bonfire.
Madness of my muse will never disown me.
In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry.
The Earth To Be Full Of His Glory
The Heavens oh God declare Your awesome glory
giving heed to Your presence so high above
but yet my Lord so great and so majestic You are
still You want to fill the heart of man with Your love.
Your glory, my Father is soon to be seen
for You are going to disclose
Yourself to Your creation
opening to it one of Heaven’s glorious doors.
Angelic visitations in the earth
will soon be on the rise
signs, miracles and wonders to with such mind boggling events
to happen just before our very eyes.
There will be no doubt for man will say
this something that only a Great God can do
for look at all these miracles He has
done my brother my sister for me and for you.
Then His remnant church will rise
out of the religious body of faith now so dead
and with sword in hand and with a shield of faith
will by their God march forth and by Him they will be led.
Camping under His cloud of Glory
like His people of the past
only this time His Glory
on earth will be cut so short and it will not last.
This glory will usher in that
last day great harvest of souls
and once this job has been accomplished
off to Heaven His Bride will go.
Oh Father to know Your Glory and
awesome presence now so complete
Lord my all I surrender so totally to You come and by your Spirit
direct this child and order this path for my feet.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
9/23/1995
angels cannot interfere with injustices
they witness in the mortal realm
their tears we know as drops of rain
may one day drown all and dishelm
angels in show of compassion
do play the harp and throw a rope
hoping those who quieten their heart
will hear their notes of love and hope
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on July 23, 2018 for contest FAVORITE POEM WRITTEN IN JUNE 2018 sponsored by DEAR HEART AKA BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 2ND
Angelic Tendrils
by Darren White and Jason Williams (bothboos)
Angelic tendrils cascade over his twinkling eyes
His lightning green reflect my amazement
He catches my gaze and mimics my wonder
Twinkling resonating in my inner being
Angelic tendrils dancing with his laughter
Tight curls, like ribbons on a gift just for me
The sharpness of his eyes and the curve of his smile
Such a divine combination, a gift that heaven sent
In me he lives, and I in him, far more than just friends
And then I lift him in my arms and carry him away
To a place that is safe, to a place that is warm
And with the soft brushing of lips an eternal love has begun.
His eyes read the thousand words he could not say
My very self in loving thoughts I need not explain
It brings me to where pain has no place
Where our hearts can beat their beat together