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Angel Classified Poem
Blooming before us, like dandelions sprouting in the spring.
Rising above and beyond, invisible during the day,
Guardians at night.
Dangling up high as if it were puppets.
So close, mountains could give a kiss away.
The Stars dance and wiggle, as if putting on a play.
Clouds form a dark, grey, thunderstorm,
Clapping and roaring vividly, like an applause.
The wind glides along in appraise.
The moon shivers and squirms, it smiles upon the stars.
A shooting star evolves,
Leaving a trail of the dreams that sparkle in the dust.
Feeling pure joy, the
Moon erupts into a wall of tears.
Water breaks the bond of the dreams attached to the star,
It slowly sinks down into the homes, in the rooms,
Into the minds, of the beholder.
It has now lost its dreams.
The sun is rising, and the star at once must become invisible,
It now must start over and watch from above like a hawk.
It now must watch the lives of everyday people,
And become one with the beholder.
It now must take dreams and guard them with its life.
It now must take on its duty as a Dream-Catcher.
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Angel Classified Poem
The majestic and Angelic Iris
The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The sun rises over the horizon
Pouring light into the dark caverns
That surround its home.
Her soft and gentle eyes
Flicker with hope and pride entombed
In a lifeless grey.
Peering out from under her jagged
Yet slim black lips are Crystals.
Teeth that is
Teeth that glimmer of
Boldness and pure strength.
Silver whiskers flutter in the sweet and hot air
Of England.
Sulking from above, eyeing the kingdom
That destroyed her soul, mind, and heart truly.
She bellows in anger, once a god like-creature
Now ashamed, cloaked in self-pity
And hatred.
Lying abroad in a shack, filled with the cold air
Of loneliness, hiding in the shadows’
Of despair.
He awaits for a friend.
A persona of which is more powerful
And confident.
A Persona that can accomplish
Vast goals and maintain its humble appearance.
A friend who can guide him
As he journeys through life.
A friend that he can truly call upon.
Being the lone outcast, who can he call on?
A mother and father who
He can never claim?
Or the local messenger boy, who is
Overlooked by all?
Both characters lie in the dark
Polar opposites, bound by the blindness that towers
Over them, like a thunderous cloud.
And bound forever inside that they will
Never find the one, who can share its heart.
Calming the land as its own.
The weary dragon sets on to be destroyed
As the monster… everyone sees.
Spreading its wings, gliding through
The air, hearing the wind linger across
A damaged and scared face.
The Iris clashes into the village, spewing fire, slashing its
72ft wing span against the, tactical team of warriors
It used to protect.
Rampaging through the lives
And ways of the towns people.
Until the very end.
Glory rings in the boys hearty brown eyes
As he ride through the waging war.
Blocking the final blow
To what would have ended the misunderstood dragon,
Thrust himself onto the dragon,
Pulling its cream fur, into the sky.
As they set off into the wind.
Landing safely, the boy begins to care for
The battle scars, upon the tail-smacking blow to
The head.
Wondering how such a beautiful creature
Can bestow so much pain and anger.
The boy finds a shallow, and flat stone,
Scaring himself in the same area around his arms,
Placing the oozing blood on the dragon’s head.
Symbolizing loyalty and forgiveness.
Smelling the copper particles in the air
The dragon snarls in dislike for as the boy
Saved him from his Death.
But the boy continues each day,
Through rain, snow, and thunder.
To prove its amity and honor,
For they are destine to be.
Only the dragon can relieve the hard times.
A good heart vs. an Evil one.
Each fated to conquer something great,
Even if that is friendship.
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Angel Classified Poem
The best melodies are found in the darkest places.
Fire that crackles light into every life,
Waves that roar in the night,
Stars that twinkle brightness in a sky of gloom.
The light that is weary of silence.
A soft touch that erupts in the soul,
The rage enclosed by the sound of emptiness.
In sends a chilly whisper, through ice sickle tongues.
It gets hard to fight, the burning impassions,
It comes closer and closer, stomping its way,
Swiftly and gracefully, grazing through me, over-powering,
A horrid, bone-chilling, shriek then,
Poof.
The monster is gone, hearing a pin drop could have made it leave.
My fears are gone, my hearts pounds, hands sweating, I grasp my face,
Feeling my ears, I smile, I’m grateful for that sound
It’s like magic; it masked the monster it created,
The sound of magic has fallen to my ears and,
It will now serve and protect.
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Angel Classified Poem
Bumblebee’s soar through
The doors of spring.
Sharp icicles melt pools,
Of crisp, elegant, water
That sprinkles the ground before them.
While the wind whistles its tune;
The sun emits black rays.
People rise up, enjoying each day,
As if it were their last.
The sun emits black rays.
Daises bloom, sprouting
Its marvelous colors.
The sweet aroma of the Earth-
Fills the sky.
Brisking their wings-
The clouds veer closer. THUNDER howls-
Into the night.
Shouting its anger-
Snow crackles upon the footsteps of the people who,
Are
Concerned, gathering to listen.
The leaves start to flutter away in the gust of winds.
Specks of fire fall to the darkness.
Azalea petals sail off on another journey,
Across the globe.
Melancholy looms
The clouds hover the sky
Water pushes and pulls of the coast
People lay at rest taking,
Their last breaths of the day.
The once bright, baby blue sky is now purple.
The once vibrant autumn leaves
Disappear.
The once radiant trees
Shiver to the flow of wind,
As the day turns to dawn.
The sun emits black Rays.
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Angel Classified Poem
The True Form of Life
Life: A timeless adventure from beginning to end.Beginning as an infant with no worries or secrets,To an elderly senior with desires to live and explore, More than it’s given time.Seeing the great values of life and beauty, Through the eyes of which never grow old,And is the strongest muscle in our bodies.Using our voice to make an input into the world,To finding the answers hidden deep in our souls.Our minds take on the hardest quest,Than any life obstacle could ever thrust before us.But in time, our minds will disintegrate,And all those adventures will never be told nor uncovered.The memories will fade, and the love and strength we control, Will cease to exist.It is the greatest struggle we all fail to accept.Life ends one way or another.Our lifeless bodies become grass and get to live on whether we know it or not, Until the world ends. From traveling coast to coast and,To clinging on to life possessions earned overseas.It is the ruins of the adventures and passionsthat we try so desperately, to express.Seeing your thirst for beauty expand,Then learning gratitude from our hearts and minds. In a new perspective.One day, the concussions and internal memories,Shall be fulfilled and placed into an eternal tomb.The secrets, hopes, and dreams, may never be fully reinstated,But it shall be recognized.Once you tell someone,Once, you let your guard down,Once you let your person be known,May you truly share a place in this world.It is known as the true form of life.The journey you started and want to continue for years to come,Will be not forgotten,But embedded into the minds of the new generation.Then, finally the struggle to life, Will be no more.
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Looming way up high in the sky, holds a friendly, but shy star; which posses the caring, and strong-willed
determination, which controls the poor star at every waking moment.
The determination to fit in and be recognized is seen through the hesitated young star.
Soaring into a thunderstorm, ice sickles form over the horizon, a chilly whisper thrusts itself to the crowd, the ocean draws near and completes a crisp but smooth wave that is clean, sharp and to perfect to paint a mental picture.
The moon gleams fear with vicious multi-colored red and black eyes, plus flakes of gold that captures the stare of the whole universe accompanied, with an all mighty struck of lightning at its feet.
The star gasps, his conscious sliding and forcing its way inside, all his dreams fading,
he cant escape it, wind howling, a pitch black tornado forms tightly enclosing him.
Nothing can throw him a helping hand, he feels the tornado he names Demon, at the last second crushing and crumbling his hopes and dreams, his bright and intense color of yellow is faint and becoming unsteady.
Finally, feeling no hope, his slick and gifted mind takes a toll, falling from above, gaining speed in despair, he takes a deep, woozy, glance at his life, revealing to himself of no achievements, even temporarily closing its eyes, he cascades his last thoughts and conveys admiration of his chaotic life.
He orates (Until we meet again) moments from, feeling the powerful and bone-chilling
water, caving on his body. Setting adrift underwater, unknown to him, bubbles appear,
developing it seems the bubbles grasp the lone star, and propels him upward, not one second of air fills its lungs, when his eyes are driven open. He glances around to barley notice the bubbles have vanished, and it is not them but only himself, lifting his weight. He fails to realize he has actually taken form of a shooting star, evolving, advancing into a confident, elder star. The moon busts into tears, lighting sparks fire, that veraciously swings brightness into all the land. Thunder rings in the distance, has the star has found his calling, finally claiming his name, as a elder in progress. The now self-proclaimed Shooting star, can glide in a glorious resurrection, as he now considers he life is not over, nor in vain, but being built, and he can now start with this on his record, surviving his guilt, and transforming into something beautiful, something worth living for and being known for: A Star of Art, a Shooting Star.
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Angel Classified Poem
The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The sun rises over the horizon
Pouring light into the dark caverns
That surround its home.
Her soft and gentle eyes
Flicker with hope and pride entombed
In a lifeless grey.
Peering out from under her jagged
Yet slim black lips are Crystals.
Teeth that is
Teeth that glimmer of
Boldness and pure strength.
Silver whiskers flutter in the sweet and hot air
Of England.
Sulking from above, eyeing the kingdom
That destroyed her soul, mind, and heart truly.
She bellows in anger, once a god like-creature
Now ashamed, cloaked in self-pity
And hatred.
Lying abroad in a shack, filled with the cold air
Of loneliness, hiding in the shadows’
Of despair.
He awaits for a friend.
A persona of which is more powerful
And confident.
A Persona that can accomplish
Vast goals and maintain its humble appearance.
A friend who can guide him
As he journeys through life.
A friend that he can truly call upon.
Being the lone outcast, who can he call on?
A mother and father who
He can never claim?
Or the local messenger boy, who is
Overlooked by all?
Both characters lie in the dark
Polar opposites, bound by the blindness that towers
Over them, like a thunderous cloud.
And bound forever inside that they will
Never find the one, who can share its heart.
Calming the land as its own.
The weary dragon sets on to be destroyed
As the monster… everyone sees.
Spreading its wings, gliding through
The air, hearing the wind linger across
A damaged and scared face.
The Iris clashes into the village, spewing fire, slashing its
72ft wing span against the, tactical team of warriors
It used to protect.
Rampaging through the lives
And ways of the towns people.
Until the very end.
Glory rings in the boys hearty brown eyes
As he ride through the waging war.
Blocking the final blow
To what would have ended the misunderstood dragon,
Thrust himself onto the dragon,
Pulling its cream fur, into the sky.
As they set off into the wind.
Landing safely, the boy begins to care for
The battle scars, upon the tail-smacking blow to
The head.
Wondering how such a beautiful creature
Can bestow so much pain and anger.
The boy finds a shallow, and flat stone,
Scaring himself in the same area around his arms,
Placing the oozing blood on the dragon’s head.
Symbolizing loyalty and forgiveness.
Smelling the copper particles in the air
The dragon snarls in dislike for as the boy
Saved him from his Death.
But the boy continues each day,
Through rain, snow, and thunder.
To prove its amity and honor,
For they are destine to be.
Only the dragon can relieve the hard times.
A good heart vs. an Evil one.
Each fated to conquer something great,
Even if that is friendship.
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