Best Song Angel Poems
Pretty little angel don't you cry
I'm gonna sing you a lullaby
Wipe those tears from your eyes
Pretty little angel don't you cry
I'm gonna bring you an apple pie
Spread your wings so you can fly
To the moon in starry skies
Pretty little angel don't you cry
I will pick for you some daffodils
Where unicorns roam the hills
I'll bring you stardust from the sky
Pretty little angel don't you cry
As I sing this lullaby
Wipe all those tears from your eyes
Spread your wings so you can fly
Pretty little angel don't you cry
For PD's Send me to sleep contest
Frozen Feelings
Like ice and ice
Satin purple ribbon in between
Describe the lines
Echoes, and voice in between
Like a sculpture of an angel
Holding a frozen ice cold heart
She’s the ice princess of your
Fenced in world
Defined by limits of your own mind
Co-sign her heart to dependence
For you can’t overcome the shadows of your past
And the horns sound
To glorify her
And what are you supposed to do
When the world adores the ice princess
Of your heart
If only you could melt her
To only to chisel her
Into your truest of true beauty queen
But no she’s your angel
Frozen and unmoving at times
To an exaggerated few
Sing her praises
Compliment her ways
See the angel and not your past
See the in between lines of what is not being said
Hear the silence of her words
That you are her comfort and company
And your heart is irreplaceable to her
Skate an imperfectly perfect line
As the flowers adorn your love
Yeah, co-sign your lover and skate
On the ice in the vehicle of your chariots
And the song never ends
And the story only bends
And the days grow shorter
And the years grow longer
And together you sing a song together
Melted hearts become one beating
To the sound of its
Own drum
By Susan Mills
Sitting in my room I sigh
‘What kind of life is this?’
A supernatural song fills my mind
Suddenly I'm not alone
An angel stands before me
Words are useless
And thought are gone
One idea is left
Sing
Sing
Where this was coming from I do not know
But I obey
My mouth opens
And out flow words and notes not of my knowledge
The song continues
Though there is no music
Abruptly the lyrics stop their movement
The angel steps forward
And I fall on my knees
He touches my head and smiles
'This is God's gift
Use it to its fullest'
My head falls and I sob
'My lips are unclean
My heart is impure
I am unholy'
The angels lifts my face
He touches my lips and my heart
'You are clean
You are pure
You are holy'
Tears fill my eyes
And a lump forms in my throat
Words are unused
Unneeded
Library lounge, It’s a sad, sad song
The bar scene period is a sad, sad song
Smoke purifies the air, still nothing terrifies my stare
Every episode, the same played scene
The strangers we rubbed and laid between
The washed up bartender, playing his hand
Wife called three times, yet he’s staying to make a stand
Everything about this place is a sad, sad song
Each step we take, the making due with what’s left to bake
Burning crosses, turning to the open closest
After the bomb, no laughter to come
An early rapture for some
The flame that appears to be taking my soul
The mother who’s life revolves around another’s pole
Monroe, Louisiana, it’s a sad, sad story
The lives we lead, the heavy breathing
No response for the patients steadily leaving
Frankin Parish High School
The small town and communities, the empty liver pools
Nightmares that no longer bother you
Images that only seem cosper to you
Random flowers from strangers
Sadness that towers over angels
You life, my silent nights
Rain drops that trickle down my night stained windows
The shame that tickles my frown, no sins to close
The obsessions that claim our sanity
The morning dew that eats away at worn fabrics
Everything I just wrote nothing less of vanity
The guilt in my conscience, such a sad, sad song
Today thy angel has come
Home is where thy stranger’s task comes from
Yee may never set gaze among a satisfied sun
As for my peers
Nearly every time nears
Goliath of infants
Events of a messiah fading in an instance
Love your angel of sadness
Often we dance in hopes that misery happens
Foster homes have caged our madness
Son-days exist only as consumed
Apparently to others I appear doomed
Damness and hell from every glance looms
Next to new found moments
Every hour now sounds Roman
So we have for every reason to go on men
Sincerely your angel of sadness