Short Fallen Angels Poems
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Rising from the divine ashes they fly
Avian angels in mystic ascent
In rhyme of floral essence their souls lie
Love lured by timeless heavenly content
One
Son
Beloved
God's own son
Came to earth for man
Not to redeem fallen angels
In his love for us, His brothers, He lay down his life
Based on:Hebrews 2:16-17
The blonde and the black
porcelain skin in unite
rhythmically they ~*~
entwine through their passion
curvaceous captures abound
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Be on guard, as you watch
The skies, dark skies.
Weirder that, bulbous owled
For haunts of eyes.
These, in place of what swirl
Innocent starred
May, down at you burst, burn.
Heaven-disbarred.
All I want is pain.
Make my anger go away.
I can't take the torture I'm going through.
Make this horrible anguish of a life end.
I can't take life anymore.
Come rescue me, fallen angels, to salvation.
Hot blooded angels
Falling to earth ,
Possessing the hides of men.
Searching the wilderness
In need of wild release.
Abandoning the Heavens
To live without abandon,
Amongst the beast
Of the fields.
Burried in the blue fields of Pluto
family and friends keep Death company
A symphony played by fallen angels fills
the night air
as shadows dance down the halls of
Hades
around blue flames they dance
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Burried in the blue fields of Pluto
family and friends keep Death company
A symphony played by fallen angels fills
the night air as shadows dance down the
halls of Hades around blue flames they
dance
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Green Poet aka
The Poetic Philosopher
I shall weep for fallen angels
I shall weep when there are no more
my thirst cannot be quenched from empty wells
I shall weep for fallen angels
their deeds will leave this story to tell
ships to heaven can’t run ashore
I shall weep for fallen angels
I shall weep when there are no more
The hot sun is rising and setting
Stroking his statues throughout Australia
The summer breeze whispers
The story of horses, waves
Of battle and sudden death
And at nights, people drink beer beside them
Repeating that life is mostly froth and bubble
While fallen angels kiss his marble cheeks
Lord Jesus?
Why do you treat them so, those who change the world?
Are you angry that they are ungrateful?
Should they love the world as it is?
Are they fallen angels living out their punishment?
You shouldn't deal so harshly with them my Lord.
For they reach to heaven, and grab it down for the rest of us.
Form:
A contrapuntal harmony made from pure
singing mathematical light.
The music cannot be denied,
it flows on like a silk dragon
over rolling savanna.
The hairs in my ears begin to dance,
the notes are calling out prismatic stars,
not the ones we see
but suns born in the shadowy cells
of our own fallen angels.
Perhaps we're just fallen angels
Cast out by our wings.
Determined not to follow labels
We run to where he sings
Calling all rejects
Out casts and geeks.
Gather round
All you freaks.
This is the alliance
Of the forgotten,
Over looked,
And will-be's.
This world isn't better than us.
We've simply out grown
Our wings.
WHISPER
I whisper to the atmosphere
my universe of life
nobody responds
as I fall into
myself
I whisper to the ocean tide
my cleansing sanity
waves curl in on me
as I drown into
ice shelves
I whisper to oblivion
not giving in to pain
never sleep or die
fallen angels my
farewell
© Kim van Breda—11 February 2015
The fallen angels roam
Among the fallen sun
And wild beasts
Make weak
What the strong
In truth have done
I’ve had enough
I am so weak
It’s only you
And your truth
Your wisdom
That I seek
All things die in time
Carry me back blest
To our home divine
And let me find my rest
On that blissful plate
Of eternity’s holy fate
The music cannot be denied,
it unwinds like an articulated dragon
through a metallically ringing void.
Then there is the silk serpent
hidden in the driving engine
the closed-eyed coiling.
The hairs in my ears dance;
the notes are calling out stars;
not the ones we see,
but dark stars
born in the disheveled rooms
of fallen angels.
The blood rains down this gloomy day
The angel whispers upon my face
Her halo crumbled to the fiery pits
below The heavens rumbled and
screamed as the devil arose
He grasped her wings she wimpered
and cried knowing that hell was
coming alive The tears streamed down her
face as she fell from grace never to return
her wings would surely burn.
Unleash my fury
With eyes of fire
Spelling my name in red
City is sleeping in clouds of crimson
Beneath sunset of hell
I'm a dancer
There's a devil
Waiting to burn our feet
Two fallen angels
Doing metal tango
Casting the dust at fate
Undress these stones
Sinking my soul
Who counts another sin?
Tasting my wine
In shades of night
You drink me from within.
Shadows shift to accomodate
Fire burning in my eyes
Fallen angels anoint my feet
As I cross the gates of Dante's Dream
The holocaust licks my body
Crimson tears bead down my neck
Swollen lips part to sing
The accompanyment to misery
An upturned snear at the scorching heavens
Savage Power stretch my veins
Side by side, my familiar Sin
The world is ripe to be ravaged
Form:
You wanted me pure
But we both drooled poison.
We were,
Interwoven.
Since the first eye contact..deep stroke
when you asked me to bust
.. I
Melted with you.
Earned my trust mid thrust,
eyes on me saying:
“I’m cussing inside of you”
I was a fool.
We locked deep with our mouths and we sucked out our souls.
Two fallen angels, half of one whole
Fallen angel, fallen from grace
Fell from the touch of his embrace
He's left to stray, he's left to roam
When will he find his way back home
Scourge in silence, in dark of night
He shuns the gleam of glowing light
The pointed tongue, its piercing blade
Howls hard to wish his glow to fade
*For all the fallen angels who were forced to live in exile*
June 1, 2023
And there shall come a time,
when i shall pour out my spirit on all flesh,
and nigh, that time has now come,
the fallen angels shall be filled with my spirit,
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH, HEYWAH, JA,
and shall serve as the slaves of slaves,
in my kingdom, for all eternity, in great suffering,
and against their will. Selah.
For I AM, and my name is AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH, HEYWAH, JA.
There was a moment, it flashed over us
like lightning at midday.
We should have looked away
but then the living daylights
transformed us
into two undying prayers.
Black cats in lightless rooms
communicated in Brail.
Our hearts danced
among the scattered bones
of fallen angels.
Our friends understood, we were done
with just living,
we were heaven-deep in love,
heads above the stars.
A little Prayer that I wrote.
Guide my Ride.
Dear Almighty in Heaven above
Please place your Hands on my
Shoulders and hold on to them
Strong,
Please keep the Sanity in my Mind ,
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,
And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their
Rides in to Your Light away from the
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.
AMEN.
By : Shawn Muñoz
I posted in regards to our status,
but felt relaxed I'm on this cloud like i dabbed it.
Carried away for i am down to earth.
Fallen angels on my ankles
discombobulated birds.
At first we kept together like compound words.
Now we curse with out magic
it attracts if it hurts.
Pleasure and pain on turn tables
watch as tables will turn.
Subliminal message could of obviously heard.
If you don't want to look back then play it reverse.