Home » Poems » Best » Marcel Els » Best Marcel Els Poems

Best Poems Written by Marcel Els

Below are the all-time best Marcel Els poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Marcel Els Poem

Wars

Who gave you the letter of note . . .?
To fight a war in the name of GOD!
You ignorant fool!
How dare you?!

No such thing as a holy war
. . . Only sinful . . .
The devil’s hand.

Once cold steel:
Now warm fragments ripping at the skin
Oh God’s arts . . . destroyed
For what!?

How many more must die?
For the oil in the east . . .
For the gems of sierra-Leone
Or politics and greed . . .?

World leaders I spit in your face
For I bow to God
We have other wars to fight . . .

Details | Marcel Els Poem

A Flickering Flame

life is no more than 
a flame
fueled by ,love ,passion 
and happiness

we try to protect the bearer
of the flame 
of all evil

we ask angels to assist
yet our efforts are to no avail
for evil and death
has no end

a great sadness now shadows us
as we lay these bearers down
on eternal beds to rest

we believe that their
flames are lost to us

but death does not prevail 
for they are part of this soil
we walk upon
the air we breath
the food we consume

for they have become us
their flames now flicker 
in our hearts

pumping live through 
our veins
as long as we cherish 
this flame

their memory will live on

in our hearts they will
not be forgotten

Details | Marcel Els Poem

All He Wanted

All he ever wanted,
To hear those words;
All he ever wanted
Was to simply     be wanted.

When a man is left with no more tears,
His heart bled:
Into his soul.

Hiding behind a harden mask,
Torturous screams
Held back by sealed lips...

No more fancy words.
No more rhythm nor rhyme.
No more sweet whispers...

My pride .
Guilty tears
My pride..
Eyes begging
My pride...

If only we listened.
If only we saw.
If only     we didn’t let pride win.

Details | Marcel Els Poem

A Million Little Things Inspired By Charmaine Masson

I just want to say hi
to the mornings angel
I wish I could leave a kiss...

Why does the moon haunt me so?
Why do the stars tread through:
My dreams, my nightmares
And long forgotten thoughts?

Once I was the only light
With a simple smile
I could warm a heart

A simple touch could
make her shiver and shake
A breath taking hug...
At times she got angry;
"stay strong, keep at it!"

I saw her grow...
And as she invited me into her heart
Many things more i saw.

Little angel, wake up!
Wake up! little angel
come grace us with your beautiful smile good morning good morning, O! hear the birds a singing! 
These are only of a few- million little things.

Details | Marcel Els Poem

Knock Knock Knock For Charmaine Masson

Here I stand 
Knocking,knocking at this door

But the answer: the cold hoot of an owl.

Here I stand,under the stars
Knocking;knocking at this door

But the answer: the howling winds 

Here I stand,battered and bruised 
Knocking,knocking at this door

But the answer: a chilled trill of the cricket song

Here I stand cold;oh so cold
Knocking,knocking at this door

But the answer: the gentle whisper of rain

Here I stand with a tired soul
Knocking,knocking at your door

But the answer: the quite crack of the window shutters

I came back!
But no answer…so on my way I’ll go
Maybe next week you’ll open your doors to a wounded man?

So a tear I leave on the dusty doorstep as a calling card
For I was here