Best Wingless Poems

Angels are heavenly beings who minister to our needs we are told.
'Tis said they are celestial spirits with wings who play harps of gold.
But I see Angels ministering to others every day here on earth,
And of their tender compassion, love and care there is no...

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the flutter of little wings
pulsating in a windless dusk
as i watch the setting sun
glissade across the florid sky
its cerise glow reflecting prismatic
burst of colors on this little bird
as it sips the last of nectar
before darkness arises

my thoughts drifting
into night's allure
as the full moon rises
above tangerine...

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I can tell you about the elongated nights.
The pain and agony endured to the soul.
The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride 
until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat.
The way time and precious seconds taunt you 
when you have hopes...

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       Wingless Angel 

				Wingless Angel 

Earliest morning, twilight blend
Near the horizon, silver pretend.
The breeze is gentle, weather delight. 
Happy together, wishful, and bright
Who else is here ready to fly?
Need and greed are reasons to cry.
Lonely, I am, driven by...

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You came down from the Orion to this damned earth. 
Somewhere in space you lost your heavenly wings. 
You have come far away from your place of birth. 
In coming down, you have brought numerous things. 

Among the presents you brought is your brilliance. 
The...

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From a flower
A fairy grows
She's not a Daisey
Lily or rose

She has no name
They call her a weed
This little fairy
Raised from a seed

Her beauty masked
By those more known
She's pulled from her bed
And away she's thrown.....

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A Wingless Angel

I once dreamt of an angel.
A most beautiful and elegant angel.
She had long raven black hair and almond eyes.
She hugged me softly and told my pain goodbye.

I once dreamt of an angel.
So pretty, so fair, so fragile.
With skin like porcelain
and lips like velvet.

I...

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Astonishingly are the reflections of moonlight
Colors dancing from prisms taking wingless flight
Waters' second nature is so abundantly bright
Spectrums turning the sheens of wrong into right
Aquatic mirrors paint a tapestry within the night
Singing visual melodies, waves glittering with light
As the sun rises across, the morning takes...

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Wingless bird i give to you my secrets to be free from this world.
I can not grant you the freedom you deserve.
For i am a mere mortal with limits and concerns.
But i can give you hope of silver droplets and vision obscure.
Take you away for...

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The fly in Me gallops in the steps of (a) Be(es)

In a snowy  morning shouting "let me be'' 

The green borders of truth melting on April's knee

For heaven is within the reach of the poor wet coulds 

Which relate their last liquid secrets aloud...

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Oh! Wingless Bird,
Say a word
What painful life
Have you suffered with your wife!
She led you there..
Oh! Beware!
Oh Wingless Bird,
She brought a sword!!
With just one swing,
She cut your wing!
She had posed as your dearest,
Your only nearest!
Selfishness grew
You never knew!
Blind were you in love,
Pray to God above..
With just...

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Wingless love
Caught in 
Her cocoon...

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You can’t see the reality outside the window

This window a phase or cruise on your inept life

Caring smiles, or destructive words, Its all the same.

Its all similar in dosages that seem mute and vile

Can happiness be touched just right out of the blue?

Can rage be...

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Will penetrates, grace permeates 
Mind moderates, heart resonates
Love alone opens heaven’s gates
Grace permeates, will penetrates

Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
Love scented myrrh makes bliss beats purr
All’s enabled if we concur
Nodes within stir, boundaries blur

Soul’s wingless flight, toward the light
Soft white yet bright, seen in plain sight
Our...

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It’s Matthew Slice with his throwable dice
And his spiky hair filled with wingless lice
But they save the day not once, not twice but thrice.
They spit on his face, so he pays the price
The lice are heroes. Please take my advice

All hail the heroes, defeating a...

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