Short Angel Dust Poems
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A shimmer glow of angel dust,
Light auras and orbs as we know
God’s army of ancestral trust.
Shining pure love to us below.
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if our story ends
as all stories must
i’d want to remember
how we first met
think of happier times
and forget the rest
blow it all to dust
AP: 2nd place 2020
Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
Angel dusts.
Harmony rusts
Unbroken bones
Oh sleeper of old
the ancient one groans
Signals in a dream
Untampered and indestructible theme
Ending in grace
Such saved the very human race
Angels dust
Sleep know and pray not rust
Form:
Her wing reached down and touched me…
Was it real or was it dream?
Her broken halo splashed, in my fabricated stream…
She fell from heaven with her passion and her lust…
But in the end there was nothing left but her angel dust...
10/9/12
Darrell Hoover
Tight,
your sexxy back,
slim,
hypnotized by such delicate decor.
Your rippled core,
a six pack of lust.
I'm high on you,
like I'm trippin' on angel dust.
your sexxy back so visually robust
I must adjust myself before I bust.
Jared Pickett
04/27/2010
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Angel dust glides
past the fairy wood
high above ancient boughs
and descends to anoint
my mangled mind
shot through with the lead
of seething maelstrom
born in the tombs
hewn to cordon frozen angst
bellowing for battle
with steel majesties
cocooned in satin alcoves.
DREAMS
star-dazed
angel dust
sifting through the night
sandman meanderings
in drifting snowflake patterns
"sky-dive through one's own subconscious"
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For Nette's Contest: "Create Your Pyramid"
6/3/14 by Carrie Richards
The enchantment of our magical moment
Epitomized an intoxicating aura
The dancing of our minds and bodies
Through sprinkles of angel dust in the air
The enchantment of our magical moment
When true love ignited deep in our hearts
Only ours to share
June 22, 2018
Seven Lines Of Romantic Heaven Contest by Silent One
Second Place
If I had Angels wings, I'd fly around doing good Angel things. I'd sprinkle lot's of Angel dust to make nice people be a must. I'd take away the pain in souls. And help them in their God given goals. I'd help the sick and suffering with good Ole Angel buffering. Giving them comfort, guidance and hope. SO THEY WON'T KILL THEMSELVES WITH A STUPID ROPE!
Science
has brought
us closer
to the edge of our oblivion
Nuclear fission
angel dust
processed foods
and smog
Two steps forward
ten steps back
ennobling every dirty fact
as children choke and cry
There’s one award
the Swede’s leave out
that’s missing
on their dais
The Nobel Prize
for mass destruction
as progress masquerades
— unchecked
(Sweden: May, 2008)
A... An Angel you are.
N... Native of this land.
G... Give always from your heart.
E... Expect nothing in return.
L... Live life today, don't wait for tomorrow.
D... Don't ponder on bad memories.
U... Use what you learned wisely.
S... Spread your Angel Dust everywhere.
T... Take not what you can't bare...
10/18/2012
Written by lucilla M. Carrillo
For Gail's contest
There is a feeling of calm
The feeling of the winds gentle blowing
The fears are all gone
The peace of the gentle rain of dust
The sparkles in the air surround us everyday
We feel the angels around us the dust from above
We are happy and calm and at peace
The resting of our soul
The angels dust so pretty and bright
Brings us peace within our hearts
Laurel Larison 10/11/2012
~ Pale moon and bright stars ~
Though I wait for the sun
it's the moonlight
that shines, on silhouettes'
stealthy steps 'neath my sight
The sun sleeps late
in cool northern climes
and when she deigns to ascend
she's on borrowed time
Pale moon and bright stars
panoply of heaven's host
her planets and angel-dust
~ at night do I toast
afterward no talk
you came with your cold collarbone
pushing your own barrow
if it's money you want
why not work the streets
cutting corners won't cut it
in the emotive sphere
relationships won't last
where deception rules
cogs click into one another
up a gear and under a cloud
where the angel dust
lingers on your
stiff upper lip
all that remains is
cold sweat and
afterward no talk.
Angels
They watch over us as days pass bye
Gracefully flying through the blue of the sky
Standing behind us with a hand on are shoulder
wrapping us in their wings as days approach colder
Sprinkling angel dust upon are beds
Casting a thousand kisses upon are head
We close are eyes and drift to sleep
Beside are bed they take a seat
Holding us close as we dream so deep
The angels that protect us till someday we meet
When you look back
Beyond your innocence of youth and jealousy
There will lie patience and age
Devoid of rage
And all that came before
Will make sense
In the present tense
And what you had before
Which you chose to ignore
Becomes up to your partner
Thinking whether
You were worth fighting for
Or if settling an old score
Putting to bed a festering sore
That broke there spirit
And made them feel worthless
Was merely angel dust and wonder lust
I am on
the highway of humanity
in the middle lane
it no longer runs on
angel-dust
I don't know
who to blame
In fact I don't
know what drives it
these days
nor who is
in the fast lane
but it is getting faster
and stronger
and longer
we all bleed for it
we aren't getting any younger
we used to wait a week
to get the next stagecoach
now they apologize if you
wait five minutes, two minutes
and I have no idea
where this is going
sitting and breathing,
I am again
in the wonder
there are fissures
in my night sky
I see a skerrick
of heaven
flaming stones
happen through
etching minutes
on small hours
starbursts course
onto the Milky Way,
snow in space and
angel dust in my eye
pieces of humanity
drift in the iris
overawed,
breathing stops
in the incredible
astonishment
of existence
and the favour
of life
I respire
once more
i was never designed to love one person.
no single human could possible reciprocate
the amount of love i project.
my heart could never settle on one mind.
i am a selfish individual
who needs constant affection
and never ending admiration.
i need so many hearts just to fill my own.
a dash of love and pounds of lust,
i built my image on angel dust.
snowflake eyes radiating warmth
for those who have crushed
on the girl who could never decide.
I look around and see there heavenly visage
There wings so fragile but, yet there smile so bright
there perfect voices singing notes so pure
they will make you smile, o so forever bright
there halos made of sinless gold
there angel dust coats the earth
keeping are planet full of pure and thoughtfull emotions
we owe it all to the angels there halos, there voices, and there eternally pure angelic dust
Joni Havard 10/12/2012
He finds me when I try to sleep,
He’s even in my dreams,
Lulling me into sweet assurance,
Then tearing me at the seams,
I don’t live where you do,
I live inside my head,
My sense of trepidation,
Turns my bones to lead,
My heartbeat is strong and heavy,
I feel like I might die,
That grey figure whispers in my ear,
He tells me to comply,
If I do what he says I’ll be spared,
But his capriciousness I do not trust,
It doesn’t really matter what I think,
He is my angel dust.
SIX SENRYUS=ONEPOEM
When the day is done
The Suns work is o’er and
Light glides down the wall
In shadow deep lie
Souls asleep..adrift at peace
Dark enshrouds us all
The Earth in somber
Majesty spins round about…
Light slides up the wall
Refreshed by sleep
Wake most of us…most of us
But not quite all
Some will never wake
To see…a new dusk or dawn
Their souls will travel on
Nothing stays the same
Angel dust is what we are
…Every one and all…