Best Angels Poems
Angelic wings inhabit the mind
To comfort your soul from a sacred sky
Sent to protect and give worth to the blind
And guide the sightless that have gone awry
A guardian Angel assigned to you
To free from masked evil of the unknown
A fierce warrior that will always pursue
Each territorial demon they've known
Welcome this servant, protector, and guide
With silent wings wrapped in Angelic light
An envoy from God to whom you confide
To help your soul find Heavenly flight
Servants from Heaven with duty concise
Angels will guide you to true Paradise
9/4/17
contest Angels
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
Here I lie in the solace of my bed
Wrapped up in these sheets of grey
Looking out past the frosted glass
Out into the pitch dark of night
Oh the white puffs falling down
Little cotton balls so fluffy
So pure
Blanketing the barren ground
Brightening up the darkened night
Remembering our time together
those little snow ball fights
you putting snow down my back
you're first snow angel
How I want those days back
Here I lie in the solace of my bed
wondering
could you?
would you?
Still be mine
I know it feels right
Only time will tell
if you'll be my snow angel
The curtains on a somber evening fell
as weeping angels hush and pull me near;
assurances of love they softly tell,
to calm a soul who lost a love so dear.
Like ribbons on a memory I reach
to tie them all together in a bow,
now wrapped in every prayer that I beseech
and warmed within the heaven's lovely glow.
But, why are Cherished stolen from our midst
before we have a chance to say goodbye -
regrets for one last time we could have kissed
or even one last time we could have cried.
Yet, still through angel tears that damp the dawn,
I can't accept the thought that you are gone...
Angels are the proof that heaven exists
Where there’s despair they appear from the mist.
Quote- Poet’s own
Standing beneath a weeping willow tree
A sweet angel came and whispered to me
Dry your tears my dear, I’m always with thee.
An angel shed a tear from both her soul and her heart
As she viewed the Earth’s beauty that its people called art
Their art came from their souls and from their hands
It came with their giving, shown to every man
It came from the precious moments that were needed elsewhere
And sponsored from the funds that were so hard won and rare
It came from ideas when an occasional quiet moment was won
And in their world, there are precious few of such ones
It came from the hearts that had often known despair
As one paid it forward from a gift of another’s fare
And Hope slowly rose with each and every smile
As a moments’ help began to grow by the mile
And all the thoughts became bright where applied
So remember how important, can be something you do
When someone is given, a momentary helping hand, from you
No matter how small, no matter how much
It’s the love and the heart that comes with the touch
And an Angel did smile
That so many had learned to give in a short while
And they’d learned: there’s an art to giving so very worthwhile
Written 10-25-2015
Goodnight my dear boy and what's that you say?
You want me to chase the bad monsters away?
Well, I'll tell you a tale that may just be true
And if it's made up, it is done just for you...
I know you're afraid of the dark and the gloom
When you lie wide awake all alone in your room
'Scardy cats prowl and their tattle-tales pester
Goose bumps may prickle and worry-warts fester
Shadow-ghosts creep up and crawl to your cover
You roll on your side but then you discover
The thump in your pillowcase whispers too loud
So here's what I've done and I know you'll be proud...
I've met with the monster man under your bed
He thinks you will find he is not much to dread
He just needs a friend and to know that you care
So if you reach down he'll shake hands from his lair
I've found where that boogie man hides in the wall
He's cramped and alone and he waits for your call
He believes you're convinced he is ugly and mean
And hold him to blame when you have a bad dream
Your monster man's fierce and has razor-sharp teeth
But he understands things that may stir underneath
Your boogie man knows what you don't want to find
And what's around corners and hidden behind...
They'd like to come out and tell you a story
(Perhaps something scary but nothing too gory)
Sit up and talk with them late into night
Come morning they'll gladly slip back out of sight
But at night they'll grow strong to protect like they should
To face down your fear and show evil what's good
Stand watch while you sleep, they will stay by their mark
If you wake you might catch their eyes glow in the dark...
It's then as you grow you may find you walk bolder
With two fearsome friends striding close by your shoulders
They'll go anyplace as a general rule
(But maybe you'd better not bring them to school)
If witches and dragons can streak through the sky
Then monsters and boogie men surely must fly!
At the edge of your sleep (when you just start to doze)
Whisper the password and wiggle your toes...
And they'll sweep you away to soar like a dove
Over the rooftops to heavens above!
Up into orbit to your own private place
High on a mountaintop floating in space
Sit back and relax with a satisfied grin
Laughing and singing as you watch the earth spin
Hum along while your boogie man growls a brave tune
Count stars while your monster man howls at the moon
A nighttides talk amid this sea of Celestia's stars
Silver wings trimmed in gold horizons brushing dreams
Wherein only love shall glow her gleam; dropping times pebbles
Into reverberating waters images circling reflections voices these branches...
The lightning strikes a distant chord; their rippling mirrors her refrain and notes
As Autumn's colours swept into hands gathering love's petals; heart's, silent no more.
How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?
What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?
“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.
The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouched. The olive trees now swayed
as ever had in June. As white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tears. My Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.
A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.
Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.
So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.
A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.
But now the car was packed, the house was sold.
Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.
He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have left. I'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”
He stood and put the chair into the car.
He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.
A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let go. Had come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.
And thus he drove into the coming night.
8/20/17
“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi
He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out through a dark window,
wondering if sincere stars would show him a path home
but he was a man not worthy of such a reception.
Guess we don't get a choice,
where and to whom we are born.
The fatherless are like angels without feathers.
Left behind in the silence of sins.
In a lonely childhood playground,
collecting shards from broken glass swings.
His father was an illusive saviour to so many,
but played a villain against his growth.
How could one be so ignorant,
unaware a child needs a role model
to guide like a shepherd and his flock.
It's a struggle being a black sheep
in a white world of woollen hearts,
wandering like a lost soul searching to belong -
neglected by those too intoxicated with their vices.
Absent in adolescence,
life's lessons can be harsh,
with bitter blood bleeding in stubborn stains.
Now his ghost sings sad songs in absent dreams -
will a mind perpetually be plagued by visions?
People play the blame game,
pointing fingers in angry accusations,
about who hurt who,
but there are no victors in emotive diversions.
In misconception and misunderstanding,
the misunderstood leave without a goodbye.
Sometimes we don't get an opportunity to apologise,
so some voices are lost forever.
When there is nothing but silence,
a child gifts his seat on the throne of forgiveness -
because he is not a composition of parental chromosomes.
In his father's darkness, he may recite his lyrics,
as occasionally some sorrows resurface,
but his mother's compassionate tears
teach him how to spread light.
Everything he is today,
is inspired by not mirroring sins of his father's past.
Maybe that's why
he does not seek black horizons.
only sincere skies,
to observe the moon and stars.
Reverence heard, a compassionate sound of solemn word,
Resounds mercy of utmost goodwill, aura-divine spurred,
Performing deeds of beneficence, defying malevolence;
An epistle of angels on earth conferring gift of benevolence.
Such holy angels dwelling among us, are gems quite rare,
Purity of their actions proclaim~ how genuinely they care,
For the destitute, the hapless, caught in throes of despair,
Proffering words of prayer, pleading for hope and welfare.
Messengers of peace, hallowed in zeal of virtuous intention,
Supernal is their magnificence, never yearning attention,
Humble in service to others, dedicated to their missions,
Guiding through life’s hurdles, fulfilling human ambitions.
Inner harmony echoes from voice of their altruistic soul,
Righteous are such missives, sentiments endearing cajole,
Rejecting pessimism of fate in bold pursuit of virtuous goal,
Of kindness, of amity and love, teachings spiritual extol.
Featherless angels, mortals alike us, yet they live on and on,
Worshipped for their pious acts, long after they are gone,
For legacies of ideals devout, profound passions of heart,
For reassurance, inspiration of life, memories now impart.
Angels
love, mystery
beautiful, bright, caring
peaceful, spiritual, messengers, guardian angels
powerful, sparkling, presence
hope, longing
death
26. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Come and sit here by the fire
Watch the flickering firelight
Let me touch your lips with mine
Will you keep me warm tonight
I've been here reminiscing
Just feeling kind of sad
Wondering why angels love outlaws
And all the times we had
We've been through Hell together
Feeling the pleasure and the pain
Stood side by side against the world
In the sunshine and the rain
Outlaws live their lives on the edge
Their castles built with sand
Why angels fall in love with them
It's hard to understand
So while we're sitting by this fire
And thinking of all the times you cried
This outlaw loves his angel
I want you forever by my side.
"With Angels Wings"
The whispering winds, a song they sing
A song of sorrow and of a heart so big
Your love reaches as far as the eye can see
I believe in dreams because in my heart, you beat
Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf
Your love, in every heart, plants a seed
Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath
And this is your gift to us....
For safe keeping.
So...if you ever wonder why heaven sings
It's because now you fly...
With Angels Wings
My eyes captures the most beautiful moments:
The drops after tonight's cold breath
Brown leaves on moist soil
A coal-black sky with a majestic moon that
makes shadows dancing with excitement and mystery
Heralding thus the coming of cold and
long winter that is in store
with snow covered landscape resembling
Caring angels that the people of the whole world
Embrace with their luminous wings!
06.11.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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