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    Weekly Poetry Contest (02)

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Raven, Apr 23, 2007.

    This Is The Second Poetry Contest.​







    I will sticky the winner in poetry until the winner of the next poetry contest. (03)

    The Rules
    The poem must be based on the theme I set if not it will not be entered.
    One Poem Per Member.
    Each poem must be more than 7 lines.

    This thread will be stickied for 5 Days and then Voting will begin. You can vote for yourselfs But i would hope in the name of good sportsman ship you'd vote for a poem you haven't written. But I'll leave that decission up to you

    And Now the Theme.
    Angels You may chose to write about An Angel you've seen witnessed or based you poem through the eyes of someone who has seen or witnessed the site of and Angel or An Angel of Death. Or simply base your poem about an angel.
    Your Poem must be on this theme.

    Post your poems in this thread it will stay stickied for 5 days

    Submittion Ends 27/04/07 Entries submitted after that date will not be entered.
    Voting will last three days and end on 30/04/07







    ~Raven.
     
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    Angel

    ok, i will be the first to enter then, lol. i assume you post here again.
    Heather


    An angel she saw; heard.
    Felt.
    With its comforting arms outstretched,
    Touching her soul,
    And lifting her heart.
    Her once stained smile,
    That had been boxed forever to hide,
    Was shown on her sun kissed face.
    The blood that ran thick, over glass,
    Shards of glitter that tickled, cut
    Bled.
    The pain ebbed away,
    The angels face coming into view,
    Blowing her kisses,
    Holding her hand
    Caressing her cheeks
    More pain, slicing into her skin,
    Her memories hurting,
    Tears running, streaming down
    Her face
    An angel she saw; heard.
    Felt
    It took her in its arms,
    Cradling her weeping body,
    And carried her upwards,
    Never to return again.
     
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    I am the Angel that longs for emotion


    I hear the magic of the gentle winds
    Coming from the ocean.
    The waves move in such Morphic ripples
    And the sun rises slowly above the fading
    Darkness.
    We are many but I stand alone.

    Though I hear the fine music of the singing winds
    I cannot understand what makes the song.
    I watch as you eat and the pleasures your face receives from taste
    Something I will never have.
    I watch the smile on your face
    When joy beckons you.
    I wonder what is it to smile.

    You cannot understand though we walk among you
    You will never see us until its time
    Though you see clearly
    Time is slowly ticking

    I sense your pain, do not cry
    Just one touch from my hand will relieve you from your suffering
    Don’t be afraid
    I will carry you
    Don’t cry I will not leave your side until we arrive

    Though you cry
    I assure you, you are safe
    Open your eyes and now you’ll see me
    Though time comes for your end
    I will see you safe

    I only wish for a minute of your joy
    I only wish to smile once and taste one bite
    But its me who will protect you through your journey high
    My wings are wide and
    I soar high through rocky cathedrals

    You’ll not forget me
    For I am the Angel that guides you high.
    I am your angel

    And day comes to an end
    My wings will spread wide
    I am the Angel that longs for emotion
     
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    High And Outside

    The cherubim held a meeting,
    But I didn't get the memo.
    The putti threw a party,
    But I wasn't on their list.
    The angels had an outing,
    But I wasn't counted in.
    So I went to God and asked him,
    "Am I still among the Elect?"
     
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    Fallen Angel

    Banished from heaven,
    tattered wings from your descent.
    Chastened from God
    too late to repent.

    Reveal in your hands,
    a creased holy scroll.
    Wet eyes,trembling lips;
    you read the fate of your soul.

    Your new damned life,
    punishment for treason.
    Your virtue is disloyal,
    banned forever with reason.

    A rebellious heart,
    so easily replaced.
    No longer a saint...
    you have fallen from grace.
     
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    Street People

    The visibility of his bones
    Tempts the wary eye.
    Yet he greets the pigeons
    In the alleyway
    And reluctant passersby.

    Holding pleading hands firmly
    Where the crucifix swings,
    He wept when the church bell sang
    Across the city.

    He has only hidden his wings.
     
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    Angels Coach Trip (circa 0.75bc)

    Metatron's humming a sweet melody.
    Michael is pouring from a flask of tea.
    Uriel's telling a load of rude jokes
    and Ariel's high on illegal smokes.
    Gabriel's thrown up in his best friends lap
    and Raphael's got his wings in a flap
    'cos God has now gone and left behind
    the only true saviour for our mankind.
     
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    Angels - Aren't we all?

    With cup and staff I see him
    Crying in the garden.
    With flaming sword I drive him
    Out with her beside him.

    With balance I defend him
    And with wisdom I complete him.
    Open-palmed I befriend him
    And with mercy I repeat him.

    And I stand aside him
    Equal and in awe.
    And I stand aside him
    Now and forever more.
     
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    The Angel Girl

    The Angel Girl

    Sitting on a bench
    beside her is
    The Angel Girl.
    Sitting on a train
    touching a life is
    The Angel Girl.
    Stretching out her arms
    to the new born babe is
    The Angel Girl.

    The Angel Girl
    comes
    saves the life,
    changes the life,
    brings a life.
    The Angel Girl
    floats, guiding
    the newcomer,
    saying it will be
    alright.

    Standing next to her,
    wiping away a tear is
    The Angel Girl.
     
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    our familiar lady.

    Death walks New York suave oil in her hair
    stalks Madrid a new fast-talking noir dame
    new to the chemical sun over the city, carribeña
    soaking up warmth while she hunts.
    Death reads Sandman on fire escapes about to collapse,
    feels as though someone (she knows no Morpheus)
    has been watching.

    Her wings have long been in storage - they grew
    as fingernails, and off-guard would get caught in doorways
    sometimes the overpass. And it hurts to trim and trim
    something more deluxe than Fifth avenue
    and a Hindu temple, stronger than flight itself.
    Maybe they still are. But who ever trusted
    black plastic bags? Not Death in tight ankled pants
    and a waitress' smile. Bags and people burst open
    with entrails soon enough, and always.

    And in hotel rooms she fills the missing parts of holy books
    with a red pen - waits for god when
    the northern lights and killing cold breathe over the fjords.
    She was there waiting
    when he danced in the morning and the world was begun.
    She will be there waiting; part of her
    is always expectant, cross and bare legged in the snow.

    But here, on the pavement, she puts on a dark hood
    and follows the call of heat rising
    as stormclouds, glances often at the sky
    for her crows. There is work to be done.
     
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    Ok just letting you know 19 hours left for entry submittions before thread closes and voting begins.








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