Best Seraph Poems

My magnificent  seraph, 
Behind a smile she shields her suffering 
Self-forgetting, so self inflicting  
Woe to the one who delights in decency...

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Long, the shadows with morning dew


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"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether 

sublime 
not normal...

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Beautiful angel a soul's destination flies
High above on gossamer wings delicately 
Circling between heaven and earth as soul keepers

Eclipsing the light seraph twitches softly gaze
Touching...

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I am the void
I am the wrath
I am the undulating sun seraph
In the temple of the butterfly
The shadow is my alibi 

~moths, in rooms full...

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I.
He was patient very-very
with child's tenderness in eyes
yellow winged angel's unwary,
He was living quiet in skies.
Without disputes, without roughness, 
without want to weep and moan,
He...

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Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the...

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My guardian seraph way up high in heaven’s sky,
you have beautiful ivory wings, who taught you to fly?
I considered you my angel while you were...

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Her birth was never trumpeted,
Nor caught any media headlines.
Born to Joachim in very ordinary settings,
Virgin Mary, the simplest of the simple,
Was specially chosen to perform...

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Senryu on Angels
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sisterly cherub
my heavenly guardian 
no longer earth bound

related by blood
heavenly family tree
death can be a gift

sanctified halo
consecrated innocence
sacred enchantment

luminous aura
pure magnificent...

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The Rosy Lay*

Ready for a kiss did sun rise, 
gleaming, shimmering in the April sky, 
had set to bloom bouquets of love, 
a rose among...

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Florence McLane

1889 – 1902


Psst… over here!
My toppled tombstone is the one 
With the somber seraph carrying a cross.
My grave is the one that no one...

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She was grace in its purest form. Thinking not and caring not of her 
destination, she soars across the angelic sky on her tiny golden...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows...

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Here I stand, full of expectation; 
With a rose-tinted perception of love; 
Trawling life for a small slice of heaven;
For my sweetest seraph, sent from...

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