Best Angelical Poems
I challenge you to a rhetorical
to prove me wrong else be unconventional
‘bout a problem that’s gone systematical
everyone’s so radical and cynical
once burnt all swear to now be rational
petrified to be poetical and get physical
relationships always problematical
they start off superficial hardly practical
usually nonsensical and contradictional
end up analytical emotional or psychological
enigmatical fanatical or plain lethargical
sometimes as wild as satanical
yet sure enough it’s almost typical
it’s really absurdly comical
the inevitable becomes the eventual
you go and fall and it’s unconditional
starts off all angelical and sensational
turns out illogical and territorial
often becomes tyrannical
immoral and unethical
then cryptical and diabolical
there has to be something remedial
it’s just too tragical
how we now prefer to be online virtual
we might as well be asexual
because there’s no sense being sensual
we’re all too freak’n skeptical
to believe in the magical and supernatural
do you have a comeback what’s in your arsenal
or are you just too visceral
or too darn busy being metaphysical
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted ton March 5, 2018 for contest QUICK FIRE RAPID RHYME sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
angelical, culture, freedom, grief, love
Form:
Monorhyme
A vision of mine, your soul aloft gliding amidst the soft breeze
Adorned in a white lace gown, the one you only dreamed to wear
Hair so thick gracefully draped around you flowing to your knees
Fashioned to an elegant chic style before you would never dare.
Loving freely with a genuinely happy smile upon your beautiful face
No longer being shunned by any regardless of what you feel or share
Enjoying the peace and serenity with freedom at your own pace
Your ravaged heart and devastation restored beyond compare.
No more are you inadequate, suppressed is your imagined self defeat
Equality now a reality since your once selfish identity is non-essential
Diminished afflictions of pain and struggle now with vigor you retreat
Within the heavenly archives of calming solace becoming divinely angelical.
In some unexplained fashion your remorse for any earthly regrets
Amazingly dissipated as your eminent departure had silently crept
As my mother with tears in your eyes and no precluding judgments
Gently whispered, ”I love you” weeks before slipping away as you slept.
Categories:
angelical, death,
Form:
Rhyme
In a pond, near a stream,
The barefoot little girl crouched silently.
Only the screech of a bluebird was heeded.
Plus prayers for a true friend.
That she really needed.
It was beautiful to see her honesty!
I observed surreptitiously behind
an Oak tree.
Such simplicity in her supplication,
I added my own to her angelical
incantation.
September 6, 2019
Categories:
angelical, emotions, girl, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
In Galilee, his voice was heard.
In Nazareth, he rested his spirit.
Cana is where he was first miraculous.
In Galilee, the crowds were like a flock of sheep.
But his crucifixion in Judea defeated their image.
My beloved Jesus knew his faith.
At the last supper, he told his disciples about his last days.
Oh Lord of greatness
How they hung you on the cross
Arms stretched to the limit
Not mindful (of it) at all.
The people of Galilee embraced your ministry.
In Judea, they crowded to witness your crucifixion.
Your mother cried out but
She knew that you were seeking your crown.
In Heaven, you reside.
You were raised from the dead.
Lord Jesus, you will meet your disciples once again.
Your resurrection was angelical.
An angel appeared to your disciples.
They were informed of your forgoing.
In Galilee, as promised, they would see you once more.
The prophecy of the birth of Christ is destiny that forsaken his life.
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Penned March 20, 2015!
Categories:
angelical, america, religious, tribute, trust,
Form:
Pastoral
El suave manto de la noche que nos cubría,
como cómplice fiel de nuestro intrínseco amor;
a la llegada del alba se desvanecía,
descubriendo nuestros cuerpos hartos de pasión.
Sublimes y dulces fueron aquellos momentos,
en noche estrellada con alegre titilar;
al arrullo de olas de insinuantes movimientos,
que llegaban celosas queriéndote robar.
Los rayos del sol empezaban a aparecer,
en aquel escenario de ambiente tropical;
y al disipar las penumbras del amanecer,
pude contemplar tu bello rostro angelical.
Eran los ímpetus de un idilio juvenil,
naciente en las tibias arenas de un mar sereno;
y entre ardientes besos de adolescencia febril,
nos prometíamos vivir un amor eterno.
Sentimiento sincero llevado en nuestras almas,
que ha establecido para siempre una de dos vidas;
baluarte en la tormenta y refrigerio en la calma,
nos llena de gran felicidad, dia con dia.
Años pasaron y hoy seguimos enamorados,
viviendo aquel romance de nuestra juventud;
recordando alegremente aquel bello pasado,
tiempos idos que atesoramos con gratitud.
Este amor que floreció entre palmeras y brisas,
fortaleciéndose contra viento y tempestad;
mantendrá inseparables por siempre nuestras vidas,
y nos perseguirá más allá en la eternidad.
Categories:
angelical, love
Form:
Romanticism
Where have you gone Sweet Mother Of Mine
To that Wonderful Sparkling City
Paved with Golden Streets
And Pearly Gates
Where You'll Shed No More Tears
And have No Fears
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine
Thru brilliant stars Your soul did fly
Across that Heavenly sky
To join the Heavenly Host of Angelical Beings
In search of that Ivory Coast
To plant Your Spiritual Feet
With Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine
To visit with Loved Ones
Who've gone Home before You
Must be a Sweet Reunion Indeed
Just a few short days and I shall join You
From the Cradle to the Grave
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine
Categories:
angelical, faith, family, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
Loneliness of Gray
by Odin Roark
Could It Be…
The mirror by which we see ourselves
This captive freedom of art in all of us
This necessity to communicate
Desire to become
Is but destiny’s
Loneliness of Gray
For if
As in physics
The typical complementary colors
Blue and yellow
Red and green
Passion's mainstay
When mixed
Yield gray
Then why
When one’s being
Claims gray
Must disappointment ensue
When there is such empirical truth at hand
When there is no opposite for gray
As it is its own opposite
It’s own quintessential purity
Of emotion’s blend
why
Yes
Some would say
The artist’s mind lives unique perceptions
Available to all
Yet determined by most
As out of reach
Few
Accept this fourth dimension
Others reject
Where hands and feet
Colors and viewpoint
Change about
Inviting the dual organs
Nostrils
Ears
Eyes
To express like colors
Embracing opposites
Allowing vocal cords of multiple mode
To render art’s communication
Imagination’s reverse tongue
Creativity’s spoken proclivity
To forever accept extremities of the mind
As wonderment
As living
Ever notice
How simple the artists’ walk
It appears to be on whatever surface
Imagination might volunteer
Be it floor
Path
Greensward
Or bomb-rutted road
Where surfaces creatively experienced
Reveal a virtually abstract pressure-balancing of gravity
Requiring little of tactile distinctiveness
But merely an accommodation
Today’s levitational force
Accomplishing needed transfers of altitude
Where the climbing of stairs
But a walk up from lower levels of existence
To higher realms of selection
To the Artist
Passage from one scene to another
Needn’t be a factor
Rather trust in gliding
Where shadow and blurred focus
Claim one’s mingled curiosity
Into a chosen whole
Where much of vision
Voids transient objects
Ambiguous appearances like
Furniture
Or details of vegetation
Seeking instead
A diffuse lighting of every scene
Rendering the scheme of reversed colors and texture
Bright red grass
Yellow sky
A conundrum of black and gray cloud-forms
Down to the white tree-trunks
Green brick walls
Embracing
A Lovingly
Angelical grotesquerie
Such reveals one’s essence
One’s creation
One’s smile at chance
Depending on how
The mirror might be hanging
Categories:
angelical, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Forgive me, I thought somebody cared,
I thought it was you
Or I would surely never dared
Reveal myself through
Who made you guardian of my days,
Master of each step?
The spirit will retaliates,
Becoming suppressed.
I thought it was you,
Wearing an angelical smile
And with sparkling eyes
Bewitching me with its magic.
As time slowly passed.
The truth was clearly revealed
When I saw the fake lover
Hiding behind the mask.
I thought it was you,
The one permanently fixed
In my heart and mind
And also in my dreams.
Disappointed now I am
But with faith and hope
I will eventually survive
And see a brighter light.
One sunny day
While the butterflies dance
And the birds happily sing,
I shall find you my angel,
The woman of my dream
Romeo Della Valle
Categories:
angelical, hope,
Form:
Verse
Soaring, swooping, gliding,
Born on wings of flight.
Cherubs fan the clouds,
Angelical delight.
Spritely, whimsical wonders,
Feathers of a dove.
Casts a giant shadow,
From Heaven far above.
Languid, smoldering warmth,
Lit passion with a spark.
Dead center of the heart,
Cupid's arrow hits the mark.
Saints of seas and skies,
Seraphs at the helm.
With sword and shield aloft,
Protectors of the realm.
Hopeful, helpful healers,
Until your final breath.
These Spirits on the rise,
Now cradles you in death.
Categories:
angelical, angel,
Form:
Rhyme
Stipulations of mild stripy animals can be seen even in a misted monument. As money is a molestation and global percentages is often hazardous. Such jeopardy in high ranking offices. Wow. Penalisation of a queue of poor is a sour and act of radicalised clerics whose antics displease the wibble wobbling signature lines of many a balanced sky temple. So skit not a wild free grass skirted cat. For it us the beams of life that will induce freedom formations. When leaping over a hurdle of biscuits take care not to erode timeless meaninglessness chatter as boxes are utilised to contain essences so do not dare to argue with a rolling pin nor discuss dietary requirements with angelical mildew mops. Moving on. Zombified trolley dashing wisdom lacking duped. La la la.and I am laughing haha *** dramatically shimmering chimney stack in a tropical weave. Xxxx mysticism xxxx clip clop
Categories:
angelical, beautiful,
Form:
Chubby face
Angelical eyes
Sweet Annabella
And her charming life
So young
Yet so loved
For nothing at all done
Her wondrous eyes
Always saw in marvel
But saw none of the one
Who held her so close
Such
An innocence so rare
An image of Mary
She is the warmth
That thawed my heart
She is the patience
That taught me love
A mother is strong
But never aggressive
A child is naive
But its advice is wisdom
Let us be so my
Sweet Annabella
Categories:
angelical, daughter, devotion, mother
Form:
Free verse
Need a coat it's raining
White grains from the cloud
To my past
There you are
Like a flowers' peak bloom
Smiling
An angelical voice
Singing
The shiniest star
So captivating
Then,
When we're young
I'm just a fool
So unwise and so blind
Haven't seen you
As you are
The shiniest light of your star
The lovely scent of your flower
The saintly voice when you sing
Now,
Was just a dream
Was just a dream
6-08-2016
Mysterious Aries
Categories:
angelical, dream,
Form:
Free verse
In the moment in the now
Nothing matters more
How grandiose the universe
The vast expanse of time
Bursting with nothingness
A harmonious silence
Bubbling with overflow
Echoes of euphony
Its angelical melody
Throughout infinity
Read on air by invitation ~ March 22, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on May 26, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 4, MAY 2019 sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 4TH
And May 11, 2019 for contest MAY 2019 PREMIER 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on March 30, 2019
Categories:
angelical, angel, life, silence, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve walked too long
Through darkened allies
I’ve breathed the smoke
Of hell’s scorn and fury
My anger infinite
Now finite
Through his presence
I hear the birds chirp
Golden nests strung
Orchids’ petals
Morning dew fragrance
Through his presence
Love begins to paint
A picture
Red roses
And streams and brooks
And belongings unaltered
Through his presence
Oak wood creaks
Arms outstretched
Kisses
So bliss
The beginning to
Heritage, family trees
Peaceful tides
Through his presence
Winter’s kisses are lighter
Autumn’s leaves blush brighter
Spring’s birth comings angelical
Summer’s sun filled rays
Shine right through my soul
Through his presence
Categories:
angelical, love,
Form:
Free verse
Is a person just man, woman or child?
Is not each person a costly treasure?
Should definition of person so mild?
Should not it exceed the common measure?
Person is living-human, could I say?
A precise character of life-drama,
With rise-fall amalgam fully alive,
Physique and psyche perform perfect play;
Soul enacts, sometimes, dull melodrama;
All-in-one cell, exuberantly thrive...!
Like molded pitcher is blend of the earth,
Person is a soul-mind-body mixture;
Through a magnanimously vibrant birth,
Divinity has made human fixture;
Oh! The persona form and appearance,
Entity with earth-ethereal mold,
Isn not each person an institution?
Pure self flowing in flawless coherence,
In thoughts and words perpetually bold,
Each person is - cosmic constitution...!
Person is an encyclopedia,
Composite of characteristics core;
Chameleon-like! Changes media!
Consciously, often, goodness does ignore;
Fierce, fiery, fervid, fervent, fertile, free,
Compassionate, care-filled, charismatic,
Person is heavenly! Angelical!
Divine dictum the person does agree,
Howsoever inwardly phlegmatic,
Wisdom and knowledge, within, helical...!!!
30 April 2022
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Person
Categories:
angelical, humanity, people,
Form:
Ode