Best Visionaryangel Poems
angel, angel, angel of
death
who are you hiding from
if not yourself
slinking around corners
dodging the shadows
angel, angel, angel of
death
seeking what is coming
or trying to escape
cannot think how you
got this way
angel, angel, angel
of death
are you looking for
someone that i love
angel, angel of death
take my hand my angel
of death for i am not
afraid i have always
felt you so close
by janetta
An angel of love carries a deed
This must in turn return in heed
It a powerful spell that withers and dies
Not unknown too well within hearts lie
What feeling we feel as though we have come undone
It feels somewhat real as it sulks in the sun
Which day we have spent counting the hours
While the seasons pass its lovely powers
In dread we have seen what we suit
When an angel of love begins pursuit
What seraph?
What meaning of love
An angel of love
Will come from above…
Riding up on a cloud I met the thunders.
There were seven and each spoke words.
They spoke great things of many wonders.
Lightning sounded to the cattle’s of herds.
The sky turned dark and the Seas roared.
Birds flew in the skies and they soared.
Around the seven thunders was a scroll.
Written on both sides were of all souls.
An angel took my right hand,
And pointed down at the land,
Miss if you may forfeit today,
Upon your head is stoned clay.
To your right is a light in sight.
Bite and be bright by the night.
The seven thunders were on my head.
Heavy and weighty like steel and lead.
Rumbling and roaring my ears pained.
I saw the lives of many already slain.
On the scroll were the names of those.
One by one they awakened and rose.
Another angel took my left hand high,
And pointed me straight up to the sky,
The Moon and Sun will never lie she said.
Miss if you may forfeit today your dead.
Upon your head is twelve crowns of gold.
Take them to the lands and be very bold.
The seven thunders were on my neck.
Heavy and weighty kept me in check.
Rumbling and roaring my ears ached.
I saw the vessels of the living break.
On the scroll were the names of such.
One by one they did not know enough.
By the tree was placed a sword.
Flaming red and large to galore,
A destination for one to deplore!
An angel sat day and night to hoard.
Capturing sparks of blue and red,
The angel began to glow.
A sword a day it was fed.
And it grew to always know.
Blessings by count,
And large in amount!
The flaming sword did come to yield,
A sparkling bright yellow safety shield!
It grew vast in size.
Bigger than my eyes!
It stood as tall as the tree,
And that sword began to grow right inside of me!
® Registered Ann Rich 2005