Short Archangel Poems
Short Archangel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Archangel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Archangel by length and keyword.
Joyful Archangel Michael
Inspiring spirit
Enhancing ideals
Regenerating imagination
Replenishing me nightly
My guardian angel
an overcast Kansas day
the kind that gives you a sunburn
without any sun
the clouds are dark grayish blue
thick sluggish unmoving
I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael
Turning leaves
Winds blowing
I can see how you heave
When your eyes arent showing
Go Home I said
She doesnt move
But I said to my angels
-Make her go away-
And now she is true.
Present ordained
past future in shame
The Poet and Jester
as one
Living unclaimed
free and unnamed
Archangel and Devil
—undone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Present ordained,
past—future in shame
The Poet and Jester
as one
Living unclaimed,
free and unnamed
Archangel and Devil
—undone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Pure
white winged
Archangel
glides in the air
Unfurls happiness
every where it hovers
Enchanting shape it has
Engrosses our eyes
Orange tipped wings
manifest
when it
feasts
August 13 2021
The smile of the archangel dissipated the clouds of the gloomy sky,
Allowing me, the smiling face of my Lord, for an instant to descry!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 March 2023
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PRAYER
Prayer before meal
Prayer after meal
Amen
Archangel Raphael
Give us direction to our journey
Protect us from all evil or darkness
May he present our humble petition
To be blessed by Eternal God
Amen
I am a little archangel,
please let me in your garden dwell,
when there,I will spread out so well;
Later,you won't let me settle
but I'll keep you in fine fettle,
I'm the dreaded yellow-nettle.
or Lamium galeobdolon
A-nother
R-ainy
C-hilling
H-aze
A-voids
N-ew
G-low
E-vading
L-ucid
C-oolness
A-s
L-uminous
M-orn
A-bates
T-wilight
E-rasing
O-bscurity
Topic: Birthday of Archangel Calmateo (December 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
When Spring flowers,
in woodlands hereabout
reveal themselves,
archangels shout-
Im a weasel snout.
Inspired by the pretty woodland yellow archangel(Galeobdolon luteum) in a wayside woodland
walk yesrterday in th Chiltern Hills.
A-uthor
R-ightfully
C-omposes
H-appy
A-crostic's
N-atal
G-reetings
E-mploying
L-iterary
C-onnotation
A-s
L-itterateur's
M-essage
A-nd
T-heme
E-xpress
O-ptimism
Topic: Birthday of Archangel Calmateo (December 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Confronting
the devil’s lawyer
destiny entwined
Heaven and Hell
in the jury box
fate was on the line
The judge
Archangel Raguel
his verdict waits to scream
A sentence cast
in fire untold
— to kill the evil dream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Tom, my guardian angel
Sits in heaven, awaits my soul to hug him tight,
‘Archangel!!!!’
Wagging his tail,
From above he sees my true sight
So frail
You’ll fly
With might and plight,
High!!!
Tom, my guardian angel
From above he sees my true sight
High!!!
She grasped the dinosaur thoughts,
holding on like a junkyard dog,
til the light came,
in a pre dawn dream,
through an archangel,
who walked up the rigorous and sparsely landscaped path
at a crossroads,
where the churning and ancient mental acrobats could not climb,
so she followed.
St Michael stands resolute
With his foot on the devil grinding his boot
A steely look to make demons despair
God’s warrior archangel always there
As the patron saint of the police
He has your back in times of grief
It makes me wonder how we know
These matters of heaven now on show.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The Archangel revealed
His sustenance
He quenched my
Propensity for sin
Thank God
To the Almighty that
The Devil never wins'
If deliverance is so silent
Then is the ultimate
The praises' of our Lord
Fore
Patience must
Be a virtue
Serenity only just a part
So necessary
With the Lord
That i barely know where
To start
GF
God's son was Michael the Archangel before his birth.
But he was named Jesus Christ when he came to Earth.
Michael the Archangel was his name.
He resurrected the dead and healed the lame.
When God sent us Jesus, it was one of the greatest things he's ever done.
When I die, I will go to Heaven and I will be with God's magnificent son.
St. Raphael the Archangel:
Archangel, St. Raphael please give me/us direction to my/our journey to where we're/I'm heading and protect us from darkness or evil. O Father Christ may he who stands forever praising You at Your throne present my/our humble petitions to be blessed by Eternal God. Through Father Christ our Lord Your Eternal Son. Amen.
You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist
cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.
As what lights up, and suddenly
Gives it everlasting fame;
That once dim-walked part of it;
Or what sadder, dimmer
And ever unspotted, lane-sulked
For city's lonely shame;
At just the right time and place
With scroll a-flutter in hand
Fate's Archangel! In whose outline
Unfuzzed if foggier
What in the person of True Love
Before them now does stand.
Like sea of color of the early fall
So is the essence of the soul
And behind vortexes’ wall
There is reflection of that soul
Balance of judgment I demand
By divine mathematics send
Their power mind cannot comprehend
Will that to nothing will bend
Self dimensional elemental
Prime and fundamental
Mesmerizing and blissful
The true face of sacred divine archangel
A captive of your ontology,
a tiger in a cage
Doomed to look with borrowed eyes,
your life played out on stage
You pace the floor incessant,
as anger builds within
And hear the distance calling,
feeling trapped, an alien
Will that trumpet ever reach you,
by whose Archangel you’re reborn
Will redemption come to free you
—if Saint Gabriel blows his horn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Call on Archangel Michael or Archangel Raphael
If I did not do it, would I be heading toward hell?
I did not try, for did not think they cared about me.
Until I ended up in the colosseum with lions, three.
Help Archangel Michael! Help Raphael! Please save me.
They came in a unit, angels in a loving group of three.
Not to worry, they said. We are here to do what we can.
To show you the way to the promised land….
A captive of your ontology,
a tiger in a cage
Doomed to look with borrowed eyes,
your life played out on stage
You pace the floor incessant,
as anger builds within
And hear the distance calling,
feeling trapped, an alien
Will that trumpet ever reach you,
by whose Archangel you’re reborn
Will redemption come to free you,
—if Saint Gabriel blows his horn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)