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Thus he sung all day Over the new mown hay, Till the sun went down And haycocks looked brown. I heard a Devil curse Over the heath and the furze, 'Mercy could be no more, If there was nobody poor, And pity no more could be, If all were as happy as we.' At his curse the sun went down, And the heavens gave a frown. Down pour'd the heavy rain Over the new reap'd grain ... And Miseries' increase Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.", "poem.author": "William Blake" }, "102": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 102, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 102, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:30", "poem.title": "The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth poem", "poem.content": "The Angel that presided o'er my birthSaid, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'", "poem.author": "William Blake" }, "103": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 103, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 103, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:33", "poem.title": "Sweet Dreams My Angel poem", "poem.content": "Go to sleep my angel and dream Of heavenly places and heavenly faces You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace In this world you could easily get hurt Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms He will take care of you And will always be with you Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel You are rich for eternal life So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty We will all be with you soon Sweet dreams my angel When you wake up you'll know that Your dreams have come true", "poem.author": "Angie Watson" }, "104": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 104, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 104, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:36", "poem.title": "My Angel poem", "poem.content": "An angel floated overhead, With such soft gentle eyes, I lay entranced upon my bed, 'Is this like when one dies? ', The notion flashed quick through my mind, How was it he was here, Why was he hovering, I was inclined, To ask, but I in fearDid not have courage to move or speak, I seemed completely dumb, There was no way that I could seekAn answer, I felt too numb.He spread his wings and flew away, The mists rolled in above, And I sensed that I just had to pray, My heart was filled with love.I raised my head and looked around, And then suddenly I knewIt was a dream and with awareness, foundMy angel had been you! © Ernestine Northover", "poem.author": "Ernestine Northover" }, "105": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 105, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 105, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:41", "poem.title": "The Child-Angel poem", "poem.content": "They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no endto their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, mychild, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are likehidden knives thirsting for blood. Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and letyour gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of theevening over the strife of the day. Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaningof all things; let them love you and thus love each other. Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, mychild. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossomingflower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete theworship of the day.", "poem.author": "Rabindranath Tagore" }, "106": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 106, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 106, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:44", "poem.title": "Angel Or Demon poem", "poem.content": "You call me an angel of love and of light, A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from God’s kingdom to guide you aright, In paths where your spirits may mount and aspire.You say that I glow like a star on its course, Like a ray from the alter, a spark from the source.Now list to my answer; let all the world hear it; I speak unafraid what I know to be true: A pure, faithful love is the creative spirit Which makes women angels! I live in but you.We are bound soul to soul by life’s holiest laws; If I am an angel – why, you are the cause.As my ship skims the sea, I look up from the deck. Fair, firm at the wheel shines Love’s beautiful form, And shall I curse the barque that last night went to wreck, By the Pilot abandoned to darkness and storm? My craft is no stauncher, she too had been lost –Had the wheelman deserted, or slept at his post.I laid down the wealth of my soul at your feet (Some woman does this for some man every day) .No desperate creature who walks in the street, Has a wickeder heart that I might have, I say, Had you wantonly misused the treasures you woon, -As so many men with heart riches have done.This flame from God’s altar, this holy love flame, That burns like sweet incense for ever for you, Might now be a wild conflagration of shame, Had you tortured my heart, or been base or untrue.For angels and devils are cast in one mould, Till love guides them upward, or downward, I hold.I tell you the women who make fervent wives And sweet tender mothers, had Fate been less fair, Are the women who might have abandoned their lives To the madness that springs from and ends in despair.As the fire on the hearth which sheds brightness around, Neglected, may level the walls to the ground.The world makes grave errors in judging these things, Great good and great evil are born in one breast.Love horns us and hoofs us – or gives us our wings, And the best could be worst, as the worst could be best.You must thank your own worth for what I grew to be, For the demon lurked under the angel in me.", "poem.author": "Ella Wheeler Wilcox" }, "107": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 107, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 107, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:50", "poem.title": "Boy And The Angel, The poem", "poem.content": "Morning, evening, noon and night,``Praise God!; sang Theocrite.Then to his poor trade he turned,Whereby the daily meal was earned.Hard he laboured, long and well;O'er his work the boy's curls fell.But ever, at each period,He stopped and sang, ``Praise God!''Then back again his curls he threw,And cheerful turned to work anew.Said Blaise, the listening monk, ``Well done;``I doubt not thou art heard, my son:``As well as if thy voice to-day``Were praising God, the Pope's great way.``This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome``Praises God from Peter's dome.''Said Theocrite, ``Would God that I``Might praise him, that great way, and die!''Night passed, day shone,And Theocrite was gone.With God a day endures alway,A thousand years are but a day.God said in heaven, ``Nor day nor night``Now brings the voice of my delight.''Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth,Spread his wings and sank to earth;Entered, in flesh, the empty cell,Lived there, and played the craftsman well;And morning, evening, noon and night,Praised God in place of Theocrite.And from a boy, to youth he grew:The man put off the stripling's hue:The man matured and fell awayInto the season of decay:And ever o'er the trade he bent,And ever lived on earth content.(He did God's will; to him, all oneIf on the earth or in the sun.)God said, ``A praise is in mine ear;``There is no doubt in it, no fear:``So sing old worlds, and so``New worlds that from my footstool go.``Clearer loves sound other ways:``I miss my little human praise.''Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings, off fellThe flesh disguise, remained the cell.'Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome,And paused above Saint Peter's dome.In the tiring-room close byThe great outer gallery,With his holy vestments dight,Stood the new Pope, Theocrite:And all his past careerCame back upon him clear,Since when, a boy, he plied his trade,Till on his life the sickness weighed;And in his cell, when death drew near,An angel in a dream brought cheer:And rising from the sickness drearHe grew a priest, and now stood here.To the East with praise he turned,And on his sight the angel burned.``I bore thee from thy craftsman's cell``And set thee here; I did not well.``Vainly I left my angel-sphere,``Vain was thy dream of many a year.``Thy voice's praise seemed weak; it dropped---``Creation's chorus stopped!``Go back and praise again``The early way, while I remain.``With that weak voice of our disdain,``Take up creation's pausing strain.``Back to the cell and poor employ:``Resume the craftsman and the boy!''Theocrite grew old at home;A new Pope dwelt in Peter's dome.One vanished as the other died:They sought God side by side.", "poem.author": "Robert Browning" }, "108": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 108, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 108, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:53", "poem.title": "An Angel In The House poem", "poem.content": "How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Been dead indeed,--as we shall know forever. Alas! we think not what we daily see About our hearths,--angels that are to be, Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air;-- A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.", "poem.author": "James Henry Leigh Hunt" }, "109": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 109, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 109, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:39:56", "poem.title": "Angel In My Pocket (Children) poem", "poem.content": "There's an angel in my pocketwho is watching over me, just a little voice down deep insidethat I can hear, not see.I wish that I could let her outso that everyone could see'cause we have the greatest secrets, many things she shares with me.She whispers little things to doto make my parents gladand tells me when there's somethingthat I want to do that's bad.Oh I wish that I could see hernot just hear her talk to me...it's just a little voice down deep insidethat I can hear, not see.", "poem.author": "C.J. Heck" }, "110": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 110, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 110, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:01", "poem.title": "Guardian-Angel, The poem", "poem.content": "A PICTURE AT FANO. I.Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with him, for me!Let me sit all the day here, that when eve Shall find performed thy special ministry,And time come for departure, thou, suspendingThy flight, mayst see another child for tending, Another still, to quiet and retrieve. II.Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more, From where thou standest now, to where I gaze,---And suddenly my head is covered o'er With those wings, white above the child who praysNow on that tomb---and I shall feel thee guardingMe, out of all the world; for me, discarding Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door. III.I would not look up thither past thy head Because the door opes, like that child, I know,For I should have thy gracious face instead, Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me lowLike him, and lay, like his, my hands together,And lift them up to pray, and gently tether Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment's spread? IV.If this was ever granted, I would rest My bead beneath thine, while thy healing handsClose-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands,Back to its proper size again, and smoothingDistortion down till every nerve had soothing, And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed. V.How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired! I think how I should view the earth and skiesAnd sea, when once again my brow was bared After thy healing, with such different eyes. O world, as God has made it! All is beauty:And knowing this, is love, and love is duty. What further may be sought for or declared? VI.Guercino drew this angel I saw teach (Alfred, dear friend!)---that little child to pray,Holding the little hands up, each to each Pressed gently,---with his own head turned awayOver the earth where so much lay before himOf work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him, And he was left at Fano by the beach. VII.We were at Fano, and three times we went To sit and see him in his chapel there,And drink his beauty to our soul's content ---My angel with me too: and since I careFor dear Guercino's fame (to which in powerAnd glory comes this picture for a dower, Fraught with a pathos so magnificent)--- VIII.And since he did not work thus earnestly At all times, and has else endured some wrong---I took one thought his picture struck from me, And spread it out, translating it to song.My love is here. Where are you, dear old friend? How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far end? This is Ancona, yonder is the sea.", "poem.author": "Robert Browning" }, "111": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 111, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 111, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:07", "poem.title": "St. Peter And The Angel poem", "poem.content": "Delivered out of raw continual pain,smell of darkness, groans of those othersto whom he was chained--unchained, and ledpast the sleepers,door after door silently opening--out! And along a long street'smajestic emptiness under the moon:one hand on the angel's shoulder, onefeeling the air before him,eyes open but fixed...And not till he saw the angel had left him,alone and free to resumethe ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads ofwhat he had still to do,not till then did he recognizethis was no dream. More frighteningthan arrest, than being chained to his warders:he could hear his own footsteps suddenly.Had the angel's feetmade any sound? He could not recall.No one had missed him, no one was in pursuit.He himself must bethe key, now, to the next door,the next terrors of freedom and joy.", "poem.author": "Denise Levertov" }, "112": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 112, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 112, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:13", "poem.title": "The Angel Of My Heart poem", "poem.content": "Angel, angel where did u go? You know I can’t live without youAnd that’s because I love u soWhy did this happen? Why did it be? All I wanted was to live happily ever afterJust you and meThe time has comeWhere you want to say goodbyeBut you told me that I was for youAnd for your future, the perfect guyAngel, angel of my dear heartPlease don’t let our love fall apartThe warmth of your flameIt keeps me aliveBut I will take the blameIf it does not surviveIt’s getting dimmerDay by dayI think about youAnd hope and prayAngel, angel of my breaking heartPlease don’t let us fall apartIn times of good and badIn times of painPlease don’t throw away what we hadYou know without you I’d go insaneAngel, angel can’t you see? Keep fighting to hold onCome back to meTime is preciousIt is passing fastGive me another chanceFor what happened in the pastI know you love meI know it’s trueSo don’t forget meAngel, I love you", "poem.author": "Daniel Browne" }, "113": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 113, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 113, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:18", "poem.title": "The Boy And The Angel poem", "poem.content": "Morning, evening, noon and night,``Praise God!; sang Theocrite.Then to his poor trade he turned,Whereby the daily meal was earned.Hard he laboured, long and well;O'er his work the boy's curls fell.But ever, at each period,He stopped and sang, ``Praise God!''Then back again his curls he threw,And cheerful turned to work anew.Said Blaise, the listening monk, ``Well done;``I doubt not thou art heard, my son:``As well as if thy voice to-day``Were praising God, the Pope's great way.``This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome``Praises God from Peter's dome.''Said Theocrite, ``Would God that I``Might praise him, that great way, and die!''Night passed, day shone,And Theocrite was gone.With God a day endures alway,A thousand years are but a day.God said in heaven, ``Nor day nor night``Now brings the voice of my delight.''Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth,Spread his wings and sank to earth;Entered, in flesh, the empty cell,Lived there, and played the craftsman well;And morning, evening, noon and night,Praised God in place of Theocrite.And from a boy, to youth he grew:The man put off the stripling's hue:The man matured and fell awayInto the season of decay:And ever o'er the trade he bent,And ever lived on earth content.(He did God's will; to him, all oneIf on the earth or in the sun.)God said, ``A praise is in mine ear;``There is no doubt in it, no fear:``So sing old worlds, and so``New worlds that from my footstool go.``Clearer loves sound other ways:``I miss my little human praise.''Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings, off fellThe flesh disguise, remained the cell.'Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome,And paused above Saint Peter's dome.In the tiring-room close byThe great outer gallery,With his holy vestments dight,Stood the new Pope, Theocrite:And all his past careerCame back upon him clear,Since when, a boy, he plied his trade,Till on his life the sickness weighed;And in his cell, when death drew near,An angel in a dream brought cheer:And rising from the sickness drearHe grew a priest, and now stood here.To the East with praise he turned,And on his sight the angel burned.``I bore thee from thy craftsman's cell``And set thee here; I did not well.``Vainly I left my angel-sphere,``Vain was thy dream of many a year.``Thy voice's praise seemed weak; it dropped---``Creation's chorus stopped!``Go back and praise again``The early way, while I remain.``With that weak voice of our disdain,``Take up creation's pausing strain.``Back to the cell and poor employ:``Resume the craftsman and the boy!''Theocrite grew old at home;A new Pope dwelt in Peter's dome.One vanished as the other died:They sought God side by side.", "poem.author": "Robert Browning" }, "114": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 114, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 114, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:22", "poem.title": "The Guardian-Angel poem", "poem.content": "A PICTURE AT FANO. I.Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with him, for me!Let me sit all the day here, that when eve Shall find performed thy special ministry,And time come for departure, thou, suspendingThy flight, mayst see another child for tending, Another still, to quiet and retrieve. II.Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more, From where thou standest now, to where I gaze,---And suddenly my head is covered o'er With those wings, white above the child who praysNow on that tomb---and I shall feel thee guardingMe, out of all the world; for me, discarding Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door. III.I would not look up thither past thy head Because the door opes, like that child, I know,For I should have thy gracious face instead, Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me lowLike him, and lay, like his, my hands together,And lift them up to pray, and gently tether Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment's spread? IV.If this was ever granted, I would rest My bead beneath thine, while thy healing handsClose-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands,Back to its proper size again, and smoothingDistortion down till every nerve had soothing, And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed. V.How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired! I think how I should view the earth and skiesAnd sea, when once again my brow was bared After thy healing, with such different eyes. O world, as God has made it! All is beauty:And knowing this, is love, and love is duty. What further may be sought for or declared? VI.Guercino drew this angel I saw teach (Alfred, dear friend!)---that little child to pray,Holding the little hands up, each to each Pressed gently,---with his own head turned awayOver the earth where so much lay before himOf work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him, And he was left at Fano by the beach. VII.We were at Fano, and three times we went To sit and see him in his chapel there,And drink his beauty to our soul's content ---My angel with me too: and since I careFor dear Guercino's fame (to which in powerAnd glory comes this picture for a dower, Fraught with a pathos so magnificent)--- VIII.And since he did not work thus earnestly At all times, and has else endured some wrong---I took one thought his picture struck from me, And spread it out, translating it to song.My love is here. Where are you, dear old friend? How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far end? This is Ancona, yonder is the sea.", "poem.author": "Robert Browning" }, "115": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 115, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 115, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:28", "poem.title": "The Angel poem", "poem.content": "At midnight an angel was crossing the sky,And quietly he sang;The moon and the stars and the concourse of cloudsPaid heed to his heavenly song.He sang of the bliss of the innocent soulsIn heavenly gardens above;Of almighty God he sang out, and his praiseWas pure and sincere.He bore in his arms a young soulTo our valley of sorrow and tears;The young soul remembered the heavenly song So vivid and yet without words.And long did it struggle on earth,With wondrous desire imbued;But none of the tedious songs of our earthCould rival celestial song.", "poem.author": "Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov" }, "116": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 116, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 116, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:34", "poem.title": "The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia poem", "poem.content": "Shall I move the flowers again?Shall I put them further to the leftinto the light?Win that fix it, will that arrange thething?Yellow sky.Faint cricket in the dried-out bush.As I approach, my footfall in the leavesdrowns out the cricket-chirping I wascoming close to hear Yellow sky with black leaves rearranging it.Wind rearranging the black leaves in it.But anyway I am indoors, of course, and this is a pane, here,and I have arranged the flowers for youagain. Have taken the dead cordless ones, the yellow bits past apogee,the faded cloth, the pollen-free abandoned marriage-hymnback out, leaving the few crisp blooms to swagger, winglets, limpid debrisShall I arrange these few remaining flowers?Shall I rearrange these gossamer efficiencies?Please don't touch me with your skin.Please let the thing evaporate.Please tell me clearly what it is.The party is so loud downstairs, bristling with souvenirs.It's a philosophy of life, of course,drinks fluorescent, whips of syntax in the airabove the heads -- how small they seem from here,the bobbing universal heads, stuffing the void with eloquence,and also tiny merciless dartsof truth. It's pulled on tight, the air they breathe and rip.It's like a prize the way it's stretched on tightover the voices, keeping them intermingling, forcing the breaths to marry, marry,cunning little hermeneutic cupola,dome of occasion in which the thoughts re-group, the footprints stall and gnaw in tiny ruts,the napkins wave, are waved , the honeycombingthoughts are felt to dialogue, a form of self-congratulation, no?, or is it suffering? I'm a bitdizzy up here rearranging things,they will come up here soon, and need a setting for their fears,and loves, an architecture for their evolutionarymorphic needs -- what will they need if I don't make the place? --what will they know to miss?, what cry out for, what feel the bitter restless irritationsfor? A bit dizzy from the altitude of everlastingness,the tireless altitudes of the created place,in which to make a life -- a liberty -- the hollow, fetishized, and starry place,a bit gossamer with dream, a vortex of evaporations,oh little dream, invisible city, invisible hillI make here on the upper floors for you --down there, where you are entertained, where you are passingtime, there's glass and moss on air,there's the feeling of being numerous, mouths submitting to air, lips to protocol,and dreams of sense, tongues, hinges, forceps clickingin anticipation ofas if the moment, freeze-burned by accuracies--ofcould be thawed open into life againby gladnesses, by rectitude -- no, no -- by the sinewy efforts atsincerity -- can't you feel it gliding round you,mutating, yielding the effort-filled phrases of your talk to air,compounding, stemming them, honeying-open the sheerest innuendoes tillthe rightness seems to root, in the air, in the compact indoor sky,and the rest, all round, feels like desert, falls away,and you have the sensation of muscular timeliness,and you feel the calligraphic in you reach out like a soulinto the midst of others, in conversation,gloved by desire, into the tiny carnageof opinionsSo dizzy. Life buzzing beneath methough my feeling says the hive is gone, queen gone,the continuum continuing beneath, busy, earnest, in con-versation. Shall I prepare. Shall I put this furtherto the left, shall I move the light, the point-of-view, the shades aredrawn, to cast a glow resembling disappearance, slightly red,will that fix it, will that make clear the task, the trellised ongoingnessand all these tiny purposes, these parables, this marketplaceof tightening truths?Oh knit me that am crumpled dust,the heap is all dispersed. Knit me that am. Say therefore. Sayphilosophy and mean by that the pane.Let us look out again. The yellow sky.With black leaves rearranging it", "poem.author": "Jorie Graham" }, "117": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 117, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 117, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:38", "poem.title": "Broken Angel poem", "poem.content": "i smile a fake smile so no one can actually seethat my pain is over whelming that i could never leaveif any one were to ask, i would have to sayi'm a broken angel or i could fly awayno one has ever noticed my eyes are always filled with tearsmy heart is always breakingand i don't want to be herei don't think i'm an angel for i don't believe in itbut in some ways i'm a BROKEN angelhoping to fly awayi sperad my wings i try to flybut my hopehas already diedi let tears falli yell to someonei reach out my handi run down the hallno one chases after meno one screams my name i'll try to flyif my wings don't burni'm a broken angeli WANT to fly awaythis broken angel has almost diedi can't go to heaven i've sinned too muchi can't go to hell i've sinned not enoughi'm a broken angeli need to flyTHIS broken angelhas pretty much died", "poem.author": "Joan Johnson" }, "118": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 118, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 118, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:41", "poem.title": "The Guardian Angel Of The Private Life poem", "poem.content": "All this was written on the next day's list.On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots,pale but effective,and the long stem of the necessary, the sum of events,built-up its tiniest cathedral...(Or is it the sum of what takes place? )If I lean down, to whisper, to them,down into their gravitational field, there where they head busily oninto the woods, laying the gifts out one by one, onto the path,hoping to be on the air,hoping to please the children -- (and some gifts overwrapped and some not wrapped at all) -- ifI stir the wintered ground-leavesup from the paths, nimbly, into a sheet of sun,into an escape-route-width of sun, mildly gelatinous where wet, though mostlycrisp,fluffing them up a bit, and up, as if to choke the singularity of sunwith this jubilation of manyness, all through and round these passers-by -- just leaves, nothing that can vaporize into a thought,no, a burning bush's worth of spidery, up-ratcheting, tender-cling leaves,oh if -- the list gripped hard by the left hand of one,the busyness buried so deep into the puffed-up greenish mind of one,the hurried mind hovering over its rankings,the heart -- there at the core of the drafting leaves -- wet and warm at thezero ofthe bright mock-stairwaying-up of the posthumous leaves -- the heart,formulating its alleyways of discovery,fussing about the integrity of the whole,the heart trying to make time and place seem small,sliding its slim tears into the deep wallet of each new eventon the listthen checking it off -- oh the satisfaction -- each check a small kiss,an echo of the previous one, off off it goes the dry high-ceilingedobligation,checked-off by the fingertips, by the small gust called done that swipesthe unfinishable's gold hem aside, revealingwhat might have been, peeling away what should . . .There are flowerpots at their feet.There is fortune-telling in the air they breathe.It filters-in with its flashlight-beam, its holy-water-tinted air,down into the open eyes, the lampblack open mouth.Oh listen to these words I'm spitting out for you.My distance from you makes them louder.Are we all waiting for the phone to ring?Who should it be? What fountain is expected tothrash forth mysteries of morning joy? What quail-like giant tail of promises, pleiades, psalters, plane-trees,what parapets petalling-forth the invisibleinto the world of things,turning the list into its spatial-form at last,into its archival many-headed, many-legged colony . . .Oh look at you.What is it you hold back? What piece of time is it the listwon't cover? You down there, in the theater ofoperations -- you, throat of the world -- so diacritical -- (are we all waiting for the phone to ring?) -- (what will you say? are you home? are you expected soon?) -- oh wanderer back from break, all your attention focused -- as if the thinking were an oar, this ship the last of someoriginal fleet, the captains gone but some of uswho saw the plan drawn-outstill here -- who saw the thinking clot-up in the bodies of the greater men,who saw them sit in silence while the voices in the other roomlit-up with passion, itchings, dreams of landings,while the solitary ones,heads in their hands, so still,the idea barely formingat the base of that stillness,the idea like a homesickness starting just to fold and pleat and knot-itselfout of the manyness -- the plan -- before it's thought,before it's a done deal or the name-you're-known-by -- the men of x, the outcomes of y -- before -- the mind still gripped hard by the handsthat would hold the skull even stiller if they could,that nothing distract, that nothing but the possible be let to filterthrough,the possible and then the finely filamented hope, the filigree,without the distractions of wonder -- oh tiny golden spore just filtering-in to touch the good idea,which taking-form begins to twist,coursing for bottom-footing, palpating for edge-hold, limit,now finally about torise, about to go into the other room -- and yetnot having done so yet, not yet -- theintake -- before the credo, before the plan -- right at the homesickness -- before this list you hold in your exhausted hand. Oh put it down.", "poem.author": "Jorie Graham" }, "119": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 119, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 119, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:47", "poem.title": "The Angel And The Clown poem", "poem.content": "I saw wild domes and bowers And smoking incense towers And mad exotic flowers In Illinois. Where ragged ditches ran Now springs of Heaven began Celestial drink for man In Illinois. There stood beside the town Beneath its incense-crown An angel and a clown In Illinois. He was as Clowns are: She was snow and star With eyes that looked afar In Illinois. I asked, \"How came this place Of antique Asian grace Amid our callow race In Illinois?\" Said Clown and Angel fair: \"By laughter and by prayer, By casting off all care In Illinois.\"", "poem.author": "Vachel Lindsay" }, "120": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 120, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 120, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:49", "poem.title": "The Woman And The Angel poem", "poem.content": "An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street;His halo was tilted sideways, and his harp lay mute at his feet;So the Master stooped in His pity, and gave him a pass to go,For the space of a moon, to the earth-world, to mix with the men below.He doffed his celestial garments, scarce waiting to lay them straight;He bade good by to Peter, who stood by the golden gate;The sexless singers of heaven chanted a fond farewell,And the imps looked up as they pattered on the red-hot flags of hell.Never was seen such an angel -- eyes of heavenly blue,Features that shamed Apollo, hair of a golden hue;The women simply adored him; his lips were like Cupid's bow;But he never ventured to use them -- and so they voted him slow.Till at last there came One Woman, a marvel of loveliness,And she whispered to him: \"Do you love me?\" And he answered that woman, \"Yes.\"And she said: \"Put your arms around me, and kiss me, and hold me -- so --\"But fiercely he drew back, saying: \"This thing is wrong, and I know.\"Then sweetly she mocked his scruples, and softly she him beguiled:\"You, who are verily man among men, speak with the tongue of a child.We have outlived the old standards; we have burst, like an over-tight thong,The ancient, outworn, Puritanic traditions of Right and Wrong.\"Then the Master feared for His angel, and called him again to His side,For oh, the woman was wondrous, and oh, the angel was tried!And deep in his hell sang the Devil, and this was the strain of his song:\"The ancient, outworn, Puritanic traditions of Right and Wrong.\"", "poem.author": "Robert William Service" }, "121": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 121, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 121, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:54", "poem.title": "\"My Angel&Quot; poem", "poem.content": "There's an Angel within me who KNOWS what I need. I can have what I ask for, if I only BELIEVE. My Angel is with me where ever I go. If there is DANGER ahead, my Angel will KNOW. When I KNOW in my HEART, and can SEE with my mind, I can have what I ask for. I'm a child of the DIVINE. If I want something SPECIAL, I need only to THINK. My Angel within me, creates, QUICK AS A WINK! My Angel and I, are ONE of a kind. When I want to SEE one, I can LOOK, with my MIND.", "poem.author": "Pauline DiBenedetto" }, "122": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 122, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 122, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:40:56", "poem.title": "Angel Love poem", "poem.content": "In the darkness of your sorrowIn the emptiness of griefWhen the hope of understanding has gone dim, From a realm beyond the sensesComes a warmth beyond beliefAs silent wings enfold your troubled soul: Let an angel work its wonderLet it circle you with lightAs you sacrifice the burdens of your heart, Soon the fearfulness is liftedWith the darkness of the nightLet the wonders of your spirit be restored; For an angel has embraced youWith a passion undefined, An endless love surpassing time and space -And once that love has touched youYou will know beyond the mindThat your soul has found a state of perfect grace.", "poem.author": "Linda Ori" }, "123": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 123, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 123, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:01", "poem.title": "*one Of My Ancient Ones* 'My Angel' poem", "poem.content": "You are my angel-My pretty angel.Let me hold you tight, Won't you love me tonight? My angel, My dear, sweet angel, You make me feel so right.My darling angel, You are my destiny...Let me be your fantasy.Please show your heart to me.My Angel, you mean so much to me....I'd follow you across the sea.Angel, please open your arms to me.I'm hoping you will see, Just what your love means to me.My dearest angel, Put desire in flight.We'll soar like a kite, For love is in sight.My sweet angel, Make me your lover.We'll love each other....For you are my angel, And I'll love no other.", "poem.author": "Lesa MRK" }, "124": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 124, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 124, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:06", "poem.title": "Zzzzzz Angel poem", "poem.content": "You Are My Angel The Best Gift There Could Ever Be Bringing Fresh Course To Life You Truly Complete Me! I got you, I think i was surely blessed upon Though the wings you loved were gone If you would still have had them Our togetherness, How would it stem? You Smile like the rising sun You Cry like the rains You Laugh like the cool air Every Act of Yours is a Lovable Affair. You carried my burden And taught me they reduce when carried by two Today when we both bid our adieus I knew our lives would start anew. You were my angel, need i say i really miss you? But if you had stayed with me here any longer Your friend's from Heaven would get eager Cause they Would also be missing their 'ANGEL' and that's you. (Written on November 11,2005)", "poem.author": ".Pd. is here" }, "125": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 125, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 125, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:13", "poem.title": "The Destroying Angel poem", "poem.content": "I dreamt a dream the other nightThat an Angel appeared to me, clothed in white.Oh! it was a beautiful sight,Such as filled my heart with delight. And in her hand she held a flaming brand,Which she waved above her head most grand;And on me she glared with love-beaming eyes,Then she commanded me from my bed to arise. And in a sweet voice she said, \"You must follow me,And in a short time you shall seeThe destruction of all the public-houses in the city,Which is, my friend, the God of Heaven's decree.\" Then from my bed in fear I arose,And quickly donned on my clothes;And when that was done she said, \" Follow meDirect to the High Street, fearlessly.\" So with the beautiful Angel away I did go,And when we arrived at the High Street, Oh! what a show,I suppose there were about five thousand men there,All vowing vengeance against the publicans, I do declare. Then the Angel cried with a solemn voice aloudTo that vast end Godly assembled crowd,\"Gentlemen belonging the fair City of Dundee,Remember I have been sent here by God to warn ye. \"That by God's decree ye must take up arms and follow meAnd wreck all the public-houses in this fair City,Because God cannot countenance such dens of iniquity.Therefore, friends of God, come, follow me. \"Because God has said there's no use preaching against strong drink,Therefore, by taking up arms against it, God does think,That is the only and the effectual cureTo banish it from the land, He is quite sure. \"Besides, it has been denounced in Dundee for fifty yearsBy the friends of Temperance, while oft they have shed tears.Therefore, God thinks there's no use denouncing it any longer,Because the more that's said against it seemingly it grows stronger.\" And while the Angel was thus addressing the people,The Devil seemed to be standing on the Townhouse Steeple,Foaming at the mouth with rage, and seemingly much annoyed,And kicking the Steeple because the public-houses wore going to be destroyed. Then the Angel cried, \" Satan, avaunt! begone!\"Then he vanished in the flame, to the amazement of everyone;And waving aloft the flaming brand,That she carried in her right hand She cried, \"Now, friends of the Temperance cause, follow me:For remember if's God's high decreeTo destroy all the public-houses in this fair City;Therefore, friends of God, let's commence this war immediately.\" Then from the High Street we all did retire,As the Angel, sent by God, did desire;And along the Perth Road we all did go,While the Angel set fire to the public-houses along that row. And when the Perth Road public-houses were fired, she cried, \" Follow me,And next I'll fire the Hawkhill public-houses instantly.\"Then away we went with the Angel, without dread or woe,And she fired the IEawkhill public-houses as onward we did go. Then she cried, \"Let's on to the Scouringburn, in God's name.\"And away to the Scouringburn we went, with our hearts aflame,As the destroying Angel did command.And when there she fired the public-houses, which looked very grand. And when the public-houses there were blazing like a kiln,She cried, \" Now, my friends, we'll march to the Bonnet Hill,And we'll fire the dens of iniquity without dismay,Therefore let's march on, my friends, without delay.\" And when we arrived at the Bonnet Hill,The Angel fired the public-houses, as she did well.Then she cried, \"We'll leave them now to their fate,And march on to the Murraygate.\" Then we marched on to the Murraygate,And the Angel fired the public-houses there, a most deserving fate.Then to the High Street we marched and fired them there,Which was a most beautiful blaze, I do declare. And on the High Street, old men and women were gathered there,And as the flames ascended upwards, in amazement they did stareWhen they saw the public-houses in a blaze,But they clapped their hands with joy and to God gave praise. Then the Angel cried, \"Thank God, Christ's Kingdom's near at hand,And there will soon be peace and plenty throughout the land,And the ravages of the demon Drink no more will be seen.\"But, alas, I started up in bed, and behold it was a dream!", "poem.author": "William Topaz McGonagall" }, "126": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 126, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 126, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:14", "poem.title": "The Hour Of The Angel poem", "poem.content": "Sooner or late--in earnest or in jest--(But the stakes are no jest) Ithuriel's HourWill spring on us, for the first time, the testOf our sole unbacked competence and powerUp to the limit of our years and dowerOf judgment--or beyond. But here we havePrepared long since our garland or our grave.For, at that hour, the sum of all our past,Act, habit, thought, and passion, shall be castIn one addition, be it more or less,And as that reading runs so shall we do; Meeting, astounded, victory at the last,Or, first and last, our own unworthiness.And none can change us though they die to save!", "poem.author": "Rudyard Kipling" }, "127": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 127, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 127, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:29", "poem.title": "Little Horny Angel poem", "poem.content": "In the heaven above was a little horny AngelNow this Angel had been naughty, very naughtyAnd was going to be sent down to earth as a penaltyThe angel would have to stay until it had learned it's lessonNow this little angel had to fix it's thorn, to get re-bornThe Horny Angel decided to go to the heart of all evilThe angel flew down to the bad-est part of AmsterdamIn the middle of the red light district, were all the horny ladies areThe angel went from door to door, hoping to help someoneBut to the angels astonishment all was great in the red-light? The angel found that they helped people to be happy, releasebuilt up pressure inside that would explode normally, and hurt someoneSo the angel flew back up to see the main man and tell him allThe main man listened and took note, but now it was his callWell Little horny angel, I see a lot of presure inside this heavenThe little horny angel said: ' thats all sorted I open at seven'", "poem.author": "David Darbyshire" }, "128": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 128, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 128, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:36", "poem.title": "White Angel poem", "poem.content": "There's a white angel out thereOut there somewhereIt'll blow away the darknessLet is bright light shineThere's a white angel out thereWith gold encrested wingsA white halo of leavesThey only show certain people they're their angelThere's a white angel out thereOne for each of usBe they a friend to save youOr a true being of HeavenThere's a white angel out thereJust let them find you pleaseThey'll show you lightThey'll save you from darkThere's a white angel out thereJust let them break through thier darknessLet them gain those wingsAnd you'll see them waitingThere's a white angel out thereJust you wait and seeMarch 2006", "poem.author": "Gee Cii Schnider" }, "129": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 129, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 129, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:39", "poem.title": "An Angel Goes To Bed poem", "poem.content": "It is rainingSlowlyIn Detroit tonight.It makes you thinkGod hasNo sense of time.Somewhere in the worldThere is a girlWho should haveHer forehead kissedBefore she falls asleep", "poem.author": "Uriah Hamilton" }, "130": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 130, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 130, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:47", "poem.title": "Head, Perhaps Of An Angel poem", "poem.content": "limestone, with traces of polychromy, c. 1250 Point Dume was the point,he said, but we never came close,no matter how far we walked the shale broken from California. Someone's gardenhad slipped, hanging itself by a vinefrom the cliffs of some new Babylon past Malibu. Drowning the words,the wind didn't fling back in our faces,the Pacific washed up a shell: around an alabastron of salt water for the dead,seaweed rustled its papers, drying them out,until it died. Waves kept crashing into the heart of each shellI held to my ear like a phone,but they were just the waves of my blood. And through it all I heard him say,how could it be nine months agohis grandson had taken his own life, somewhere back east? He was fifteen.O Pacific, what good is our grief?Something screamed at the sandy child who poured seawater into a hole.Child, you'll never empty the ocean,Augustine said. How can I believe? The wet fist of a wave dissolved in sand.Like a saint, a seagull flapped down the beachin search of something raw—an angel with an empty pail? No, a teenage boy,hands big as a man's, held a sea slugquaking like an aspic. Under a rock, another drew into its body a creaturelarger than itself. Live, said Death,to child and childless alike, indifferently. I am coming.", "poem.author": "Debora Greger" }, "131": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 131, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 131, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:52", "poem.title": "Angel poem", "poem.content": "An angel came to my doorI can't believe she heard my prayersReaching out her fine handshe pointed to the dream I hadGuiding me onto a roadthat takes me on my way- Can this be? ''Just believe in yourself''is what she had to say''You're the obstacle whois standing in your way''Switched a gear now I'm readyloose the fear- because the time is hereHere I goCopyright ©2004", "poem.author": "Adryan Rotica" }, "132": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 132, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 132, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:56", "poem.title": "Angel Eyes poem", "poem.content": "Angel eyes are colourblind, On a whim she lost my mind, Something's there I'll never find, Angel eyes are colourblind.Cigarettes and alcoholAre all that I have now, Still I ask and get answered how, Cigarettes and alcohol.The pain I feel I can't explain, Blackened clouds with soaking rain, She is not a word I'll name, The pain I feel I can't explain.Angel wings sing a song, I know now they can't be wrong, The path I walk is always long, Angel wings sing a song.I am broken I am torn, I am a life left unborn, I feel used I feel worn, I am broken I am torn.I lie bleeding on the floor, I know not what this is for, All I need is more more more, I lie bleeding on the floor, Angel eyes are colourblind, On a whim she lost my mind, Something's there I'll never find, Angel eyes are colourblind.", "poem.author": "Mathew Lewis" }, "133": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 133, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 133, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:41:58", "poem.title": "An Angel Cries poem", "poem.content": "Isn't is sad when an angel cries? Small pearl drops fall from the skies, holy water flows in tears, human burdens their only fears.They live among us everyday, to help guide us on our way, it upsets them to hear our lies, Isn't it sad when an angel cries? Everyday they absorb our pain, in their tears it will remain, we may ask what goods it for? But everyday they are fighting our war.Some battles won whilst others lost, earth to be rebuilt at such a cost, life streams are broken when they try, isn't it sad for an angle to cry?", "poem.author": "Kev Elmer" }, "134": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 134, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 134, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:00", "poem.title": "You Are An Angel poem", "poem.content": "(Dedicated to my Grandmother whom past away MAR.2003)You are an AngelStrong and smartloving and sweet, you are one of thegreatest people I evergot to meet.I’ll never forget youyour in my heartand even though yournot with mewe’re not far apart.You are an Angelin everyone’s eyesgentle and caringfor the good, you changedeveryone’s livesYou are an Angelwith a big heart and a gentle smile.When you’d do somethingfor someone you always wentthat extra mile.You are an Angelalways there to lend a helping handyou were always so lovingand would always understandYou are an Angelstrong and smartloving and sweetyou are one of the greatestpeople I ever got to meet.", "poem.author": "Correina MacRae" }, "135": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 135, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 135, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:05", "poem.title": "My Guardian Angel poem", "poem.content": "I was there when you were born, everyone said that you looked like an angel.For me you were an angel.The nurse put you in my armsand I was trembling..I was afraid to hold you, I was told that babies are fragile, you only turn up to be fragile later on.I watched you grow.I was there when you said your first word, when you took your first step, when your first tooth appearedand you smiled at me with a relief.I knew you loved me..I could see it in your eyes, when you were looking at me with all the innocence of the world.I could feel it in your touch, each time you held my handand hid behind me when grownups were making fool of themselvestrying to make you smile.Every afternoon, after a tiring day, when for everyone else I had no time to spare, I always had time for you, my precious baby brother.You drew a yellow circle, with a few wavy linesand you shouted with pride: Sun! It was the prettiest sun I had ever seen.At nights you liked bed time stories, with mean dragons, brave knightsand imprisoned princesses.You said that when you grow up you want to be a knight with a shiny panoplyor at least an astronaut.Instead you became an angeland you flew away one sunny afternoon..Since then, every time I feel sad, I sense the warmth of my guardian angel's wings, and I have no doubt that they are your wings..", "poem.author": "Ivy Christou" }, "136": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 136, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 136, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:11", "poem.title": "Angel poem", "poem.content": "It’s been five months since you went awayLeft without a word and nothing to sayWhen I was the one who gave you my heart and soulBut it wasn’t good enough for you, noSo I asked godGod send me an angelFrom the heavens aboveSend me an angel to heal my broken heartFrom being in love’cause all I do is cryGod send me an angelTo wipe the tears from my eyesAnd I know it might sound crazyBut after all that I still love youYou wanna come back in my lifeBut now there is something I have to doI have to tell the one that I once adoredThat they can’t have my love no moreCause my heart can’t take no more liesAnd my eyes are all out of criesGod send me an angelFrom the heavens aboveSend me an angel to heal my broken heartFrom being in love’cause all I do is cryGod send me an angelTo wipe the tears from my eyesNow you had me on my kneesBegging God please to send you back to meI couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleepYou made me feel like I could not breatheNow all I wanted to do was to feel your touchAnd give you all my loveBut you took my love for grantedWant my lovin’ nowBut you can’t have itGodGod send me an angelFrom the heavens aboveSend me an angel to heal my broken heartFrom being in love’cause all I do is cryGod send me an angelTo wipe the tears from my eyesOh god, send me (God send me an angel) An angel (wipe the tears from my eyes) oh babySend me an angel from the heavens aboveSend me an angel (God send me an angel) From being in love (send me an angel) Oh god, send me an angelSend me an angel (send me an angel) Ooohhhh..", "poem.author": "takey williams" }, "137": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 137, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 137, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:15", "poem.title": "An Angel poem", "poem.content": "Love... which love? What this word mean? What this word mean if you love someone you did not even see his face? What this word mean if you love someone you did not even hear his voice? You know him just by talking on glassy screenYou feel that you know him since long time You feel that this one is the perfect person to be your best friendYou see him like an angel fall from the sky to take you to the heavenBut why? Why you put your trust in this personHow do you know that he did not lie on you? Also you can not confess that you can not believe that this person may be will lie on youOr if he consider that you are just lie in his lifeBecause his friendship blinded youYou do not care what he believes in or what his ideas in this lifeYou know that you are in another life But you have to know that you do the truthBecause you can not stop your heart of doing something", "poem.author": "Green Eyes" }, "138": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 138, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 138, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:19", "poem.title": "The Avenging Angel poem", "poem.content": "1 When the last faint red of the day is dead,2 And the dim, far heaven is lit3 With the silvern cars4 Of the orient stars,5 And the winged winds whimper and flit;6 Then I rise through the dome of my aerodrome,7 Like a giant eagle in flight;8 And I take my place9 In the vengeful race10 With the sinister fleets of night.11 As I rise and rise in the cloudy skies,12 No sound in the silence is heard,13 Save the lonesome whirr14 Of my engine's purr,15 Like the wings of a monster bird.16 And naught is seen save the vault, serene,17 Of the vasty realms of night,18 That vanish, aloof,19 To eternity's roof,20 As I mount in my ominous flight.21 And I float and pause in the fleecy gauze,22 Like a bird in a nest of down;23 While 'neath me in deeps24 Of blackness, sleeps25 The far, vast London town.26 But I am not here, like a silvern sphere,27 To glory the deeps of space,28 But a sentinel, I,29 In this tower of the sky,30 Scanning the dim deep's face.31 For, sudden, afar, like a luminous star,32 Or a golden horn of the moon,33 Or a yellow leaf34 Of the forest's grief,35 When the autumn winds are atune;36 There is borne on my sight, down the spaces of night,37 By the engines of evilment sped,38 That wonderful, rare,39 Vast ship of the air,40 Beautiful, ominous, dread.41 One instant she floats, most magic of boats,42 Illusive, implacable, there;43 Throned angel of ill,44 On her crystal-built hill,45 O'er a people's defenceless despair.46 Then sudden, I rise, like a bolt through the skies,47 To the very dim roofs of the world;48 Till down in the grey,49 I see my grim prey,50 Like a pallid gold leaf, uncurled.51 And I hover and swing, until swiftly I spring,52 And drop like a falling star;53 And again and again,54 My death-dealing rain,55 Hurl to the deeps afar.56 Then I hover and listen, till I see the far glisten57 Of a flame-flash blanching the night;58 And I know that my hate,59 That has lain in wait,60 Has won in the grim air-fight.61 Then I curve and slant, while my engines pant,62 And the wings of my great bird tame;63 While the sinister Hun,64 In his ill, undone,65 Goes out in a blinding flame.", "poem.author": "William Wilfred Campbell" }, "139": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 139, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 139, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:24", "poem.title": "Fallen Angel poem", "poem.content": "How do I say this? I guess I'll start out with 'thank you.'It's always seemed that I was never really able to explainHow much you mean to meHow all those conversations that you probably didn't think twice about Made me feel so blessed just to know youYou've been more than just a friend, you've been my guardian angelSome of my other friends watch out for meAnd they sometimes help me when I'm depressedBut you were always there to find out what was the matter even if no one else wasYou were always so persistant, asking 'What's wrong? Is there anything I can do? 'Sometimes the answer was no, no one could help meAnd yet you didn't give up. 'Please tell me if you're willing, I just want to make you feel better.'You got annoying sometimes, you were so stubborn.Thank you.You weren't perfect, no, no one is, but it always seemed to me that you were so close.I guess I wanted to be more like you, because you were such a wonderful personMost friends don't last forever, I know, But I've been praying that you and I stay friends for eternityBecause otherwise I don't think I can make itWithout you my life would be worthlessWhat would I do with myself? I wouldn't know where to goBut you've always been there to guide me, helping me even when you didn't realize it. I could've sworn that your mere presence was slowly healing old woundsYou made me laugh, and you would have cried with me if I'd askedI don't think I can express in words how grateful I am to you, just for putting up with me.I know it must be hard.Knowing you surely won't mind, I hope I can ask just one more favor? Never stop being who you areAnd never leave me. I know I drive you up the wall sometimes but I need you.Thank you, my guardian angel.My fallen angel.", "poem.author": "Akara K." }, "140": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 140, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 140, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:31", "poem.title": "My Angel poem", "poem.content": "the stars are in your eyesthe moon is in your lipsthe sun is in your skinit makes you glow...just like an angel....the angel in my heartyou keep it together when it starts fall apart.cause your my angel..my gaurdian angel...your there through it all...you catch me when i fall..you never leave me behindyoure there waiting with me no matter the time...", "poem.author": "Veronica Mendoza" }, "141": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 141, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 141, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:39", "poem.title": "An Angel Has To Do What An Angel Has To To poem", "poem.content": "He walked away into the night, His knuckles swollen from the fight, A smile beneath his swollen eye, Much satisfaction in his sigh.He left behind a crumpled lumpA man who’d had a well-earned thump, A bully belly filled with beer, A crowd that had recoiled in fear.He’d done his bit and saved the day, Restored some order to the fray.They watched him as went from viewLost in the shadows he passed through.“Forgive me, Lord”, he stopped to pray, “I know that’s not the angels’ way”.The Lord said “When you deal with man, You have to do the best you can..I saw you really had no choice, I saw those that you helped rejoice.Now go and read the Holy BookAnd do some work on that left hook.”", "poem.author": "Terry Donovan" }, "142": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 142, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 142, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:42", "poem.title": "Holding Hands With An Angel poem", "poem.content": "Actually, the whole entire poem's subject to change. give tips if you want. Dedicated to all the people I've ever cared about, even the ones who hurt me, played me, and lied to me. They were my angels...once upon a time. Based on a painfully true story.i still dream about it...reaching across the chasmto grasp your hand.i didn't make it there, but i did catch a glimpseof your angelic faceand the smile that graced it; a light piercing through, compassionate and pure-it caused tears to flow downfrom my eyes. a whole world separatesus now...an entire destinygraced by anothermore capable goddess than i.i am vexed, yet consoled for the momentby this bittersweet phantasma-the vision of you...reaching out for my hand.", "poem.author": "Ebone' Ingram" }, "143": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 143, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 143, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:52", "poem.title": "My Angel, I Love To Watch You Sleep....... poem", "poem.content": "When the night comes then your voice calm downWhen the moon begin to sail in the skythen your eyes are closing down to sleepYou fall asleep while dim light illuminates your roomI love to watch you sleep my little girlYou sleep like a little angel within your dreamsYour hair falls both sides of your face andyour hands folded in to the blanketYour pillows and bunnies are speard around youYou breath soft and low while your innocent heartbeat slowly to the merry tuneI love to watch you sleep my little babyWhen I want to kiss you to say good night in your sleepthen you toss your head and stretch your little bodyand turn around sleep again while holding your pillowGod brought you to me and given you as his giftand today you are the greatest treasure in my lifeSomeone to laugh and dance and sing in my homeI love to watch you sleep my angelRavi Sathasivam / Sri LankaCopyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam", "poem.author": "Ravi Sathasivam" }, "144": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 144, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 144, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:42:58", "poem.title": "A Blue Angel poem", "poem.content": "Beyond every breath of heartAn angel draw a tear; in her own way of sensing, she gave the best of things.She throw more bits of selfto satisfy her home at rest; She gambled a bit of her own soulstaggered by the whimsof her own solace.She recalled a covenant to him at bestto settle with her heart at rest.A friend, yes am I to her from afarwho took her pains to find a peace impart!", "poem.author": "Gil Gregorio" }, "145": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 145, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 145, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:43:07", "poem.title": "Angel poem", "poem.content": "My sweet beautiful angel.Sent to me from above.I am so grateful to have found you, and I give you all my love.You must have come from heaven, because you have pretty little angel eyes.When you gaze at me with them, my heart begins to fly.Your sweet angelic voice, continuously rings in my ears.With you by my side, there is nothing I fear.Whenever we are together, You shine with a heavenly glow.Your beautiful angel face, raises me up from feeling low.Yes, heaven is missing an angel, because you are here with me.You're my sweet, beautiful angel, and I'll love you for eternity!", "poem.author": "Victoria Ritchie" }, "146": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 146, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 146, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:43:09", "poem.title": "Fall From Grace (Angel No More) [song] poem", "poem.content": "Verse 1: Life is like a broken dreamAnd I can't even feel you out there anymore(No I can't, and it kills me) Baby, yes I'm still your angelBut my wings fell out so long agoAnd now flying o'er horizon's just a wistful stareMy Nirvana's shot to HellAnd I do not think that thereWill ever be a sanctuary hereA demon rages in my soulMy body longs for desecrationThough I know there's no light beyond the tunnel thereAnd Twilight calls to meBids me sleep endlesslyThe halo from my hairFalls to the floor.Verse 2: If you see my broken heartCould you tell it where I am and where I'm gonna be(It I've lost, and I'd like it back) I'm consumed by flames of darknessAnd my mind is cursed with fantasiesThat I know will never be more than forgotten dreamsMy Nirvana's shot to HellAnd I know for sure that thereWill never be a sanctuary here (in me) That demon rages in my soulA beast that I still yearn to vanquishBut I've no strength to lift my hand and crush it thereThe darkness calls to meAnd now I cannot sleepI'm begging baby saveMe from myself(repeat section, humming first 6 bars and singing last 4) And sunlight blinds my eyesCatches me by surpriseI know I'll never seeThat dawn again", "poem.author": "Ebone' Ingram" }, "7138": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7138, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7138, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:32:58", "poem.title": "*analgesic Angel / Parallel Angel** poem", "poem.content": "I love to be free, among the cloudsAnd dancing, It is here, where I meet with you, Among the clouds romancing.Unbinding are my hands, As you set me freeYou set my soul on fireEnchanted, I climb high and higherThe pill, the coatingMy angel, my playthingLighting flashes through the rain, You come walking clearing the wayYou move around me filling my chest, invoking emotionsAn Aphrodite teasing priestess, and here in the heat of the nightAnd the light of the day, you remove everything That ever stood in my wayThe crash of confusion and the weight of dismayIs halted, lifted and taken awayReplaced with enchantment and lyrical giftSmoothing over the cracks of inner personal riftThe aches the pains, there all pulled awayBy horse drawn chariots, made of gold clayEnlightenment falls upon me, from emotional releaseIn this realm where I lay with ease, surrounded by passionate love and harmonious peaceYour invoked emotions become entrancingMy analgesic angel, my psychedelic playthingI take your hand, and you entwine with mineThe air falls silently still, seduction of my mind and willI fall into you, you become one with me You are my paradise shore, I’m you amorous seaFrolicking in the surf with whispers of love, Transfiguration of its purity into the whitest of dovesWith exquisite form a launch from surf to sky And now air born once more we fly, into tranquillity Through the all Seeing Eye, a thunderous crash enteringThe kaleidoscope sky, toward our final nirvana and our ultimate heightsAs we now start the end of our heaven spent time inThe world, the realms and the clouds of the sky, the Imprinted memories dress the sky as stars, and find the glowing Sparkling spectacle further more enchants my mindA roar thunder and a bolt of light the advancingWaves of clouds unite, approaching faster then A ferocious tide, time is almost up, on myAnalgesic angel and on the only world I dearly loveThe air begins to whisper, a reduction of my mind and willYou hand slips go as you leave and untwines itself from meMy analgesic angel my psychedelic playthingYou revoke the emotions that are still entrancing No more at ease, at a loss without the passionate love and harmonious peaceThe enlightenment lifts from me, from emotional retreatThe horse drawn chariots made of gold clayPulling the return of the aches and the painsFracture again the surface of inner personal riftRetracted and chained is the enchantment and lyrical giftThe crash of confusion and the weight of dismayIs returning heavy and heading my wayWithout the heat of the night and the light of the dayEverything that returns will remain in my wayRevoked emotions now fleeing my chest, from a retreatingAphrodite teasing priestessThe pill, the coatingMy angel, my playthingLighting flashes bringing the rain, You go leaving and obscuring the wayBinding are my hands, As without you I’m not freeExtinguish my burning soulDisenchanted, I fall, fall and fall I love to be free, among the cloudsAnd dancing, And I will return in time, as thisWorld of realms and rhymesResides discreetly, somewhere in my mind", "poem.author": "Daniel Richards" }, "7139": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7139, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7139, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:00", "poem.title": "My Guardian Angel poem", "poem.content": "When looking back I dimly seeThe trails my feet have trod,Some hand divine, it seems to me,Has pulled the strings with God;Some angel form has lifeward leanedWhen hope for me was past;Some love sublime has intervenedTo save me at the last.For look you! I was born a fool,Damnation was my fate;My lot to drivel and to drool,Egregious and frutrate.But in the deep of my despair,When dark my doom was writ,Some saving hand was always thereto pull me from the Pit.A Guardian Angel - how absurd!I scoff at Power Divine.And yet . . . a someone spoke the wordThat willed me from the swine.And yet, despite my scorn of prayer,My lack of love or friend,I know a Presence will be there,To save me at the end.", "poem.author": "Robert William Service" }, "7140": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7140, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7140, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:05", "poem.title": "Finding Uriah's Angel poem", "poem.content": "I wish I knew an angel with a warm and tender soul.One to send Uriah so his heart could then feel whole.He's such a sweet romantic and he knows just what to say.I can't believe that ''Mrs. Right'' has never come his way.It hurts to feel his lonliness and truly feel his need.To find a woman for this man would be so great indeed.His tenderness could soften the heart of any beast.Let's get a thousand women to prepare a lovely feast.He is the guest of honor and I hope you'll all attend.Let's find this man an angel to be with him til the end.", "poem.author": "Mary Nagy" }, "7141": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7141, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7141, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:08", "poem.title": "3 Guardian Angel 3[song] poem", "poem.content": "When will my angel come? My breathing's coming so much harderI think it's time for me to slip awayMy soul is coming out my bodyAnd darkness finds my eyesBut then your voice calls me back to light.Chorus: When my heart is goneAnd my life means naughtAnd it's just an endless darkness that I trodI have youand that soothes my very soulWhen I cannot liveAnd I'm too weak to go onAnd there's nothing more that I feel I can doI have you with meAnd that's all I'll ever wantVerse 2: Your hand is reaching out to catch meTo pull me up from this sea I'm drowning inAnd now you put your arms around meWhich causes me to smile =) Cause when the final blow was comingYou shielded me, you brought me back to healthAnd when I thought my story'd endedYou came and turned the pageAnd I am sure that I'll remember(repeat C) Shelter me with your wingsSo I don't have to fear anything(4 measures rest-awesome orchestral part =)) You'll never know how much you mean to me, baby.You gave me love; that's all that I'll ever needWhen tears are falling down my face, you make it better when you hold meYou are my angel(repeat C 2x) I have you with meAnd that's all I'll ever wantI have youAnd that soothes my very soulWhen I cannot liveAnd I'm too weak to go onAnd there's nothing more that I feel I can doI have you with meAnd that's all I'll ever want...yeah.", "poem.author": "Ebone' Ingram" }, "7142": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7142, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7142, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:11", "poem.title": "Angel From Home poem", "poem.content": "She's sweet as a honey on a baconfitted like icings on a cake; So cloudy, bloomy, and easyin her own world in calvary.She seems confused of things can belike a sunbeam hiding underneath a tree; You would look at her in gloomy feathernever have gotten to fly on free! She's sweet as a honey on a baconfitted like icings on a cake; So intriguing, lighting, and meltingin her own world of flying.She seems downed of things will belike a skyhawk revving up a sea; You would see her flirting the stormnever have gotten to land on free! Oh sweet as it may my angel from homeThe whole wide world is yours alone! Have to carry it last deep in your heartYour moment of happiness never go fast.", "poem.author": "Gil Gregorio" }, "7143": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7143, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7143, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:13", "poem.title": "Kiss Of An Angel poem", "poem.content": "They were a soft kiss that he felt on his lips.The kiss was gentle and made him fell warm.The kiss made him fell safe and secure.Just for the special seconds he had her in his arms.Even then this angel who kiss him disappeared.He knows that deep in his heart.He had a kiss of an angel in his heart.", "poem.author": "kelly berry" }, "7144": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7144, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7144, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:19", "poem.title": "Angel Of Love poem", "poem.content": "Who cut your wings my angel? Who destroyed your dreams today? Who kneeled you down to humiliate you? And who put your soul in a cage? Let me cure you loveLet me give you my loveAngel of love don't fall downDon't abandon yourselfWho tied your arms, tied your wish? Who killed your smile, killed your life? Who bled your lips and your creed? Why did you let it happen angel of love? Angel of loveOpen your wings and let your dreams flyLet me cure you loveI'll give you all my loveAngel of love please don't fall again", "poem.author": "Raul Luna" }, "7145": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7145, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7145, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:23", "poem.title": "Angel On Your Shoulder poem", "poem.content": "When you think you're all alone and troubles come your way There's an angel on your shoulder To guide you everyday. With a white light Shining brightly To protect you day and night This angel on your shoulder. Will never leave your sight.", "poem.author": "Marie Ortiz" }, "7146": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7146, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7146, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:26", "poem.title": "Fatuous Angel! poem", "poem.content": "So sweet; so innocent, the child of heavenFallen into revulsion, called Earth Calling out to the depraved to love And be lovedInnocent child; you are a fatuous Angel An Angel, who should have come Long before the conception of aversion You could have saved the lives of the fools that have forsaken and destroyed what was built for them Angel Child, can you save the fallen world now? I think not! You have come much too lateOur salvation is lost! Our hopes are dissolved in desolation I was once a believer, Angel ChildBut now I do not know what to believe in I do not feel And I fear I have lost myself I envision that tomorrow will bring yet more sorrow Why have you come nowwhen life has lost its continuum I once dreamt of peace, purity, concord, ententeNow I dream of madness! Madness that has invaded this world Madness that dwells on war, violence, antipathy, perversion And so on I hate the way we die in bloodshedOn what was once the Promised Land Is it a test that God is showering on usto consummation Ha! I laugh at you, because you finally made me doubt And hope once moreHope for change! Hope for salvation! Angel you give hope and abandon usAnd leave us to the wrath of humanity Don’t do this to me! Not now; not everGo away and leave me aloneChange the world Angel; and I will venerate you! January 1998 – ©Copyright Lynette Dias-Gouveia", "poem.author": "Lynette Dias Gouveia" }, "7147": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7147, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7147, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:31", "poem.title": "A Deformed Angel poem", "poem.content": "Sometimes life gives us severe shock, Undermines the plans and does block, The ways of wisdom leading ahead, Reveals the hands that secretly mock.An artist thought to paint an angel, To use the brush for the masterpiece, But could not conceptualize the image, Beauty combining innocence, purity.One morn, at last, he luckily found, A child playing on the grassy ground, Having angelic countenance and grace, Incarnation he was of sublime serenity.Painted he the angel with skill utmost, And earned he the world wide fame.And he after three full fleeting decades, Thought for the second master-sketch, Now not of an angel, but of a devil.He sought for the image far and wide, But could not find corresponding one, Fate then led him amid the prison walls, There inside met he a young wretch man, With a devilish nature, face and frame.The master revealed his intent to paint, Tears came in eyes of the devil formed, Said he, “Oh! Master it is a matter of woe, You sketched me an angel thirty years ago.”", "poem.author": "Muhammad Shanazar" }, "7148": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7148, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7148, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:37", "poem.title": "Small Talk Angel Style poem", "poem.content": "I saw something white in the bushesit was a bunch of angelswings folded taking anambrosia break andlaughing gently overthe lies they hear most oftenwhen they're passing overthey were saying thatapart from the old ones likewe must have lunch sometime andthe cheque's in the post andI promise to take it out before.....there's now I could do this with youall day where's the remotebut then they got on to themore serious ones likewe only ever wanted the best for youso this is what we...and their voices got quieterso I crept away without theirlooking my waybut I bet they knew I was there listening andI bet they knew I'd tell you", "poem.author": "Michael Shepherd" }, "7149": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7149, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7149, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:45", "poem.title": "My Angel (In The Darkness) poem", "poem.content": "I know I haven't really been a good friend, and I know I could of tried a little harder, but you see I can't tell you, how I feel about you, the world would reject me if I did, but I'm willing to try, and go over the edge, and show you how I Feel about you, when we meet, I was in such bad shape, my life was crumbling all around me, until I meet you, my life was engulfed in darkness, I was engulfed in my own self-pity, I had an inescapable demon, living inside of my head, I had pain inside of heart, I felting nothing but pain, for months and months, I thought it was inedible, until I meet you that day, not really suspecting anyone that would, really care about me, not suspecting that anyone that would even love me, love me, like the way that you do, My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) I couldn't believe what I was seeing, nor what I was saying or what I was hearing, the world had rejected you for what you are, and what you've done, but do they have the eyes that I do? was it insane of me, to see you as the angel, that I know you are, and not the demon that they all make you out to be, was I insane to see the goodness inside of you, and was it crazy that you took the darkness outside of me, My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) We spent each day, and we spent each know confessing, our sins to each other, like it was alright, and we knew we'd listen to each other, but I must confess, that’s not all that I need, that’s not all that I want, all that I need, and all that I want is your love, and your sweet choice, the way that you would look at me and smile, and tell me everything was going to be alright, and just help me hold on a little bit longer, hold on a little bit longer, My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) she told me its okay, to let your feelings go, and tell people how you feel, and if you love them, but I couldn't really do that, there was only one person that I've loved, one person I could only love unconditionallyand love without temptation, She’s My Angel (In The Darkness) , The only Angel I'm going to love, My Angel (In The Darkness) , the only Angel I trustMy Angel (In The Darkness) as she was there for me, I'm going to be there for her, I'm know her Angel In the darkness, I am know the one that will love her unconditionallyand without temptation, I just wanted her to know, how much I love her and cherish her, I love you, My Angel (In The Darkness)", "poem.author": "Robert Rumery" }, "7150": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7150, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7150, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:49", "poem.title": "Angel poem", "poem.content": "I squint through the keyhole, Push open the door, Pearly white feathers lie strewn on the floor.From pigeons these feathers could well have been hacked, But blood streams in rivers from a dark angel's back.Who would have committed this hideous crime? Pulled the wings off an angel and hurled her through time? The knife in her grasp silently answers for me, There's a reason she sits there, all naked and gory.To be human's her wish, Just one sacrifice.Will grant her desire, Her wings will suffice.Her hair is all matted and her hand shakes with pain, But her eyes show no loss, Only sparkle with gain.She's amazed at the knowledge that she's human at last, Time to move on and invent a new past.Her bright smile falters, Her eyes show new fear.No longer immortal, Her blood debt's too dear.I back through the feathers still scattered on the floor, Take the key from the keyhole and pull shut the door.", "poem.author": "EMMA Funnell" }, "7151": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7151, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7151, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:53", "poem.title": "Taking On The Arch Angel, Dark Angel, Th.. poem", "poem.content": "I say to the arch angel, I say to dark angel, I say to the exiled angel, I falter not, you can try all you want. Still I shall sing my silhouette. Of that which makes me love, me care, I will never fall into despair. No matter the poison in the air. Use the confused as weapons to attack my unwillingness to surrender. I defy you in every way. Even when I worn out my stay. I will not lash out, I will sit back and take it. For my sins can be forgiven. My prejudice can not. So I will not say what could be said with no regret. So I say arch angel, I say dark angel, I say exiled angel I falter not, no matter what you got hanging over my head, my soul is not dead, my ultimate pledge has not been broken. So come on hit me from every direction. Its only my life at risk. No one else, shall be punished for my mistakes. Yes they have caused great heart break. But in the end its for the better. I shall do this alone in the cold and dark. Still my insides burn. On fire till the day I die. So i say to the arch angel, i say to the dark angel, i say to the exiled angel. I falter not, never ask why, and look to the sky. For my purpose is unknown till he decides it should be shown. Blind faith, is something you cant touch or taste. Its deep with in under the skin. Locked within, waiting to be released like a genetic disease. It doesn't try to please. It has but only one need, to believe, in that which cant be seen. So I say to the arch angel, i say to the dark angel, i say to the exiled angel, i falter not, not matter the cost.", "poem.author": "Ace Of Black Hearts" }, "7152": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7152, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7152, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:33:58", "poem.title": "Guardian Angel poem", "poem.content": "I owe my every effort toHer love, everlasting and true.In her silence, I am able to speakand see all things beautiful.She never left me.She isn't gone.I walk in solitude, but never alone.The angel watches me.And in my dreamsshe visits mewith a smile that's comfortingAnd in the morning, when I wakeI have her song to sing.", "poem.author": "Amanda Lukas" }, "7153": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7153, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7153, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:03", "poem.title": "Sweet Angel In Disguise poem", "poem.content": "Sweet Angel in disguise floated into sight one day. Showed me how to live and die, little peoples love and honest child thoughts, understanding life. Whispering quietly to myself, pretending that I knew. How can I repay a minds eye angel, for eternity?", "poem.author": "Nancy Durnell" }, "7154": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7154, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7154, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:06", "poem.title": "Earth Angel poem", "poem.content": "Do you know who you are, earth angel.You leave a lasting impression, to everyone you see and touch, You do it at your own discretion, andyou do it oh so much.You do not fly, you have no wings, but you have so many other things.You have that face of mellow, thatMelancholy way. You have a smilethat lingers and the soft touch ofyour fingers.Do you know who you are, earth angel.I long to be near you, to feel your warmembrace. I feel empowered when I lookinto your face. I love to listen to yourinspiration and the wisdom of your years.It is then when I feel the formation ofhappy, flowing tears.Do you know who you are, earth angel.You have been given a very special job, from the master up above, a job thatallows you to spread an array of fragrantlove.You were born on this earth and givena light within. A light that shines brightto friends, strangers and kin. You havethe ability to give that peaceful essence, to those that must give up their earthlybodily presence.Do you know who you are, earth angel.You are a seed of nature, a glowingearthly creature with gifts of heavenlyglints to bestow upon earths people. Thefathers and the mothers, the sisters and thebrothers, the aunts and the uncles, thecousins and the friends. You have muchwork to do with the enemies too. Youwon’t be afraid, to you it’s very clear, youalways knew there was a special reason foryour presence here.Earth angel, this has become your passion.You know now what to do, now is the timeto accept your blessings and see themthrough.Written: July 21/2006", "poem.author": "Melvina Germain" }, "7155": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7155, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7155, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:12", "poem.title": "She Was An Angel poem", "poem.content": "It was written in the starsThat she would be something specialShe was an AngelA musical entrepeneurOff the past, present and the futureHer voice was realThere was no need to mimicHer romantic musical lyricsShe was an AngelPeople were always curiousAbout this musical geniusMany used to climb the hillsAnd stand stillJust to hear her making loveTo the strings of her guitarShe belted out songs Some in a whisperWhile the crowd will chant awayDelighted to hear her playShe was an AngelA profilic writerAn Angelic divaA musical masterfeeling the air with pure emotionMusic was her entire life's devotionShe was an AngelHer words were magicalAlways casting on the crowd a spellTaking them momentarilyout of their troubled hellYes it was written in starsThat she would be something specialShe was beautifulShe was wonderfulShe was an AngelCopyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi", "poem.author": "Sylvia Chidi" }, "7156": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7156, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7156, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:19", "poem.title": "The Wings Of An Angel poem", "poem.content": "To ride upon the wings of an angel Is something that would set most people's heart and soul aglow But to ride upon the wings of an angel We should live a good life in the world below. Most people are sure they have a guardian angel Watching over them from up in the sky Because we have lived through so many sicknesses and injuries There seems to be no other reason why. When we have crossed that shining water And our time on earth shall be no more There we will meet our guardian angel Waiting for us on the other shore. Maybe then we will be a guardian angel And watch over someone from up in the sky Always ready to reach out the a help them And never letting them know the reason why.", "poem.author": "Herbert H. Smith" }, "7157": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7157, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7157, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:26", "poem.title": "Dark Angel, My Angel poem", "poem.content": "(Humbly dedicated to my only angel, my cricket angel, my dark angel) As I woke up from dreamingI quickly stood up scared and cryingSuddenly, I heard a whisper invitingT’was a strange voice I was seekingI looked around my dark lonely roomI find nothing and still all aloneNight was about to end that dawnHopeless, Yes! That’s my homeSun started to rise in the morningSomeone touched me with an invisible wing Wrapped with his arms around my beingHe was an angel, I was waiting! Dark angel, my angel - you are amazingFaith and love are just same thingsFor an angel like you, I received these blessingsI LOVE YOU my angel, you filled my soul with meaningalways, (your butterfly angel)", "poem.author": "Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly" }, "7158": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7158, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7158, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:29", "poem.title": "Angel In Disguise poem", "poem.content": "You're my angel in disguiseYou read my soul with your eyesYour spirit has entered my heartAnd it's my hope we never partFor you are so special to me, Without you, my heart would weep bitterly.You're my angel in disguiseYour love comforts my criesAt night you guide me through the strifeAnd it is for that, my dear angel, I owe you my life.", "poem.author": "Ruth warren" }, "7159": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7159, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7159, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:34", "poem.title": "Angel Dancer poem", "poem.content": "Look longingly, eye on the prize, distant horizon; whatever...it is not enough to havedesire burning in your heart, your loins aching for another...what then does pain addto th'equation? ? It is rootedin trauma of forgotten yearsnow nightmares remember'd.Stumbling towardsa new epiphany, recognition of the Goddesswho inhabits you &who you most truly are, your tenderness makespain so fresh & newit hurts just to think about it: to remember movie imagesslide show multimedia playingin flickers your childhood shame...Do not fear memory, let it gorelease the pain in tearsin poetry any way you can.Hold that wounded child.Heal her. Embrace her tenderly& let her know she is strong enough, good enough & she deserves: just because she is...& so do you: angel dancerspinner of lightmistress of the cool, dark night.Hold th'evening star in hand, lead singer of th'angel band, dancing in a circleyou open your arms & embracea glittering, velvet expanse of sky...(Copyright 11/21/05)", "poem.author": "Hugh Cobb" }, "7160": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7160, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7160, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:40", "poem.title": "An Angel poem", "poem.content": "An Angel came one morning, A visit he did pay. That angel took my baby, And tore my heart away. So innocent was my baby, An angel in my eye. My baby didn't whimper, Only gave a little sigh. I truly love that baby, More than words could ever say. Lord, why did that angel come, And take my babe away? The answers, I will never know, For it is your chosen way. I know my babe's in heaven, Safe in your arms, I pray. Lord, help me to see that light, So that I may understand. And when I see my babe again, It is in your promised land.", "poem.author": "Edward R. Stiner Sr." }, "7161": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7161, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7161, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:45", "poem.title": "My Fallen Angel poem", "poem.content": "My fallen angel, My blessing, Your tragedy, On your way to heaven, I grabbed your wings, And pulled you to me, Seeped your warmth, And left you cold, My fallen angel, Guide of beauty, Fallen angel I'm sorry, Your tragedies my blessing, I can't let you go, Heavens too far, Fallen angel, Stay where you fell.Stay with me.", "poem.author": "Holly Heron" }, "7162": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7162, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7162, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:51", "poem.title": "Lost Angel poem", "poem.content": "They met back when they were both youngShe gave him the love and the hope that heNeeded to fulfill his dreamsNow she is the lost angel he misses at nightShe watches over him day and nightTrying to keep him out of harms wayNever knowing if he'll listen to her whispers of warning and loveA lost angel to himYet she's not so far awayTrying to get through to himTo let him know she's okay'I'll never leave youI'll never stop loving youI'll always be here for you just call my name'She is constantly whispering that to her loverLetting him know that she hasn't left himShe will constantly be near in his heart to protect and love himHe may think she is a lost angel but if he listens to the wind she is talking to him constantlyA lost angel with a goalTo protect and love the one she lovesTo guide him through until the right timeAlways whispering and saying'Call my name and I'll be there'She doesn't want him to stop loving othersActually she wants him to live his lifeAfter all there is time for her to love and protect him'Wait until the time is rightYou will know when it is time to come home to meFor I will be there with open armsTo hold you close and never let go''Always know that I love youI will never leave you alone in this worldYou'll find another love and give her your heartWhile knowing that I am there with you'A lost angel smiled for a changeWhen the man she loves listened to her adviceNow he knows his lost angel never leftShe is always by his sideThe love of his lifeHis lost angel", "poem.author": "Grace Hays" }, "7163": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7163, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7163, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:34:56", "poem.title": "My Guardian Angel poem", "poem.content": "From the moment we met Something felt right You’ve been here through my problems You have never once let me down You have been my guardian angel This I have to tell you I feel as though you’re always near and watching over meTo take care of me when I needed it Your light shines around you all day When I need someone to lean on your always here To be able to tell you something and have you understand My lovely sweet guardian angel and friend Having you as my guardian and friend My life has come back together Never have I had a best friend/guardian angel as you So this is to let you now what I see you as My guardian angel IS spazzYou will always be Because I need you to watch over me So please never leave me all together", "poem.author": "jessica roberts" }, "7164": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7164, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7164, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:01", "poem.title": "Falling Angel poem", "poem.content": "Falling AngelThank you for saving me from falling once againGod send us some sunny days and cloudy days alsoGood night falling angelAnd see you again tomorrow morningGo and fly highLet it shine above the cloudy skyFalling AngelYou are wearing that beautiful dress with gold rimThat dress looks beautiful on youIt is one of a kindI never saw anything like that before", "poem.author": "Aldo Kraas" }, "7165": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7165, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7165, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:05", "poem.title": "Guardian Angel poem", "poem.content": "Guardian angelYou came justAt the right timeWatching me is my guardian angelYou kept me alive all the timeI believe in my guardian angelHe watches meThere were times that were toughThere were days that I didn't knowIf I would be alive After all I've gone through this yearGuardian AngelStay and watch meI like to have someone like you aroundThe light is shiningTwinkling, twinklingTwinkling, starShining aboveIn the sky ofSão PauloGuardian angelDon't leave me lonelyProtect me and guide meAgainst all evil things", "poem.author": "Aldo Kraas" }, "7166": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7166, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7166, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:10", "poem.title": "Angel On Parole poem", "poem.content": "I feel like an angelOn a lifetime parole.Not sent here to liveBut just sent to console.There are other life formsFrom every planet to see. Theres nothing we can discussThey all seem not to know me.My friends misunderstand meThey crucify my ways.I'm sure I'm not on my ownCause I do everything and obey. I feel like an angelOn a jeopardizing parole.With a hard lifetime sentenceI can't get no control. I tried to explainThe problems that worry me.But this dude cut me shortSaid ain't nothing free.Where do angels goWhen they just don't fit in? Do they return home to GodAnd then be sent back again? I feel like and angelOn a real stale parole.I know I must be lost.People here even get old.When is my draft up? I'd rather be serving time.Where at least I'd be peacefulProblems wouldn't be on my mind.Oooh! When will these spiritsReach from heart to heart? But whats so sad about itNo one is willing to start.I feel like an angelOn the world for parole.The shape this world is inIt hurts me to my soul.If only a few of usWould agree on one thingIt wouldn't make it so hardFor a fellow to earn his wings.Sometimes I think its betterTo just leave it all alone.But no matter how hard it isI got to work my way back home.I feel like an angelOn a lifetime parole.And until its all overI'll be here to console.", "poem.author": "Cecelia Weir" }, "7167": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7167, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7167, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:14", "poem.title": "Unknown Angel poem", "poem.content": "You are my oldest angel.Your name will go untold.At first you were too young for this.Now you are too old.Just so you know I love you.Your thoughts, your smile, your heart.You've been with me through darker days, but you loved me from the start.It's strange to look you eye to eyeand see how much you've grown.I wonder where we'll end this journey.Will it be far that you will roam? Even though you are much olderthan a ''baby'' or a ''child''.Don't go thinkin' you're all grown up.The world out there is wild.", "poem.author": "Mary Nagy" }, "7168": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7168, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7168, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:19", "poem.title": "Angel Head poem", "poem.content": "Love is some trickYou play on me, Some sleight, some glance, Tenacity! You tumble the sheets At my marriage bedAnd ride with me, desperatelyAngel Head.Caught at your eyes, Your thighs, your touch, I ramp at your sighsYour cries – Enough! Then drown in lipsThat would raise me, dead, And sleep at you breathlessly, Angel Head.17 April 1987", "poem.author": "David Lewis Paget" }, "7169": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7169, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7169, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:24", "poem.title": "Dream Of An Angel poem", "poem.content": "guess what? other boysask god for heaven, holidayand presents but i ask godfor an angel, white angelwith his big feathery wingslike what we see of gabrieland guess what? yes, god did sendthe angel to my dream one nightso huge were his wingsi found myself ruffling the feathersas he stood tallwithout even uttering a wordthe strong feathers which felt so warmthen the sudden fear that he was comingto take away motherangel does this thingsays the biblehow i had criedscreamed that he would nottake mom awaythe heaven reverberatedwith my pleai woke up tearsoaked and glad that it was just a dreamglad that god had let mesee an angelan angel with his largefeathery wingsthat stands so tall", "poem.author": "john tiong chunghoo" }, "7170": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7170, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7170, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:28", "poem.title": "Guardian Angel poem", "poem.content": "You never stand aloneWhen your guardian angel is always near, During the moments of trials and tribulation, You will never be overcome with fear.His presence may not be seen, Regardless of where you are, Rest assured that his halo is always shiningLike the brightest, heavenly star.You never stand alone, When in your heart you know, Your guardian angel is your protectorate, Who hovers over you and loves you so.", "poem.author": "Joseph T. Renaldi" }, "7171": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7171, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7171, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:32", "poem.title": "My Angel... poem", "poem.content": "o my angel, whom is suspended, ..suspended between the sky and the earth....whom always, i wish to reach you, ...whom always, i dream that i reached your heart, ...don`t ask any one, whom is your beloved, ..and don`t choose him, by how he looks like, ...ask your heart, ..just ask your heart, ...only your heart, whom knows the answer, ..and know, who is your beloved, ..and know, whom is your man, ..from between all men in the world....i put my name in your list, ...as any dress in your closet, ..and maybe that to hesitate for, to choose, ..between your dresses, ..and i accept that, ..to be chosen or not, ..but i accept that, ...and because i love you, ..i accept to be in that, ..and to be as a hostage..", "poem.author": "hazem al jaber" }, "7172": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7172, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7172, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:36", "poem.title": "Dark Angel, Faith's Angel poem", "poem.content": "i was lost and alone, as I always am, no one's around me nor understandsno one seems to care I am waiting til it comesthey say its okayand love me in some wayBut just when I trust to love, they forget what they sayi held the knife so close as tears fall mixed with blood with purposebegan to fall slowly and loselike a crazy crying dead rose i put the knife away and tried to wipe the blood, that ran faster than I can describe.an angel tapped my backi saw him with wide open heartthank you angel, my dear angel loveyou took me out of the dark and bring back my soulyou are angel, you are my all- i love u my dark angel -", "poem.author": "Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly" }, "7173": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7173, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7173, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:42", "poem.title": "To An Angel poem", "poem.content": "The first time we meetin New York Cityit will be snowing.No one will stopto take a pictureof us as we standinches apart and shakehands on a busy streetcorner. Taxicabswill continue to pass, splattering dirty slushonto our wool coats.We will walkin silence to a cafewhere we'll sitfor hours sippingespresso, fingering sugarpackets. The smokefrom your cigarettewill rise and hoveraround your headlike mist in a grave-yard coveringa tombstone at dawn, the epitaph barely readable.Just after midnightyou will lean forward, your face-paleand thin-emergesfrom the haze, eyesdark as skulls', and slowly, unnoticed, we will kiss.", "poem.author": "Jeffery Conway" }, "7174": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7174, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7174, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:47", "poem.title": "Dark Angel poem", "poem.content": "I see you now, and it makes me cry in my heart, one so beautiful, and yet, so damaged and messed up inside.The scars that line your arms, look like the intricate artwork of a tattooist, those razor cuts and puncture wounds, signs of a desparate cry for help.That vacant look upon your face, the doctors miracle cure; Prozac, takes all your troubles away, but all it does is pushes them deeper inside.I see you now, and it makes me cry in my heart, one so beautiful, and yet, so damaged and messed up inside.My dark angel...", "poem.author": "Steve Armstrong" }, "7175": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7175, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7175, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:52", "poem.title": "Angel poem", "poem.content": "angelmy baby my little girl a christmas baby my little angel", "poem.author": "regina talley" }, "7176": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7176, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7176, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:35:58", "poem.title": "An Angel Of A Different Kind poem", "poem.content": "Maybe I have wingsThat only need to stretchFor you to see themThe wings that you may seeAre not of the brightest whiteBut of black with hints of redI’m not the fairy light of innocenceI don’t shine with unnatural brightnessMy thoughts are not the purestI’m an angel of a different kindNot the one that sings glory in high or praises HalleluiahYou won’t meet me at St. Peters gatesI’m a dark sort of beingAnd I may not be the chosen guardianBut I will still guard from afarKnow that I will always be watchingAnd praying for your well beingAnd from me love will always be flowingA dark angelic beingMisunderstood in livingAn angel of a different kind", "poem.author": "Guarded Heart" }, "7177": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7177, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7177, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:00", "poem.title": "Angel Angel poem", "poem.content": "Angel angel, tell me true-Is his heart as big and trueAs his eyes make me believe? Angel, angel, tell me please.Angel, secret friends are rare; Such kindly faces, liars wear-But he's a different kind, I think-Would he stay, if I should blink? Angel angel, nights are long; All for him, I'd write my songs; Angel, whisper in his ear-Tell him: 'Joy- when you are near.'", "poem.author": "Patti Masterman" }, "7178": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7178, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7178, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:04", "poem.title": "Angel Feather poem", "poem.content": "An Angel passed my way today, And left a feather just to say, I’ll help you, watch you, be your guide, I’m always with you by your side, And all the times when you feel low, I’ll be your strength and help you grow, And as you take these things from me, Your eyes will open and you’ll see, A whole new world begin to form, A whole new world a brand new dawn,", "poem.author": "The Mowjo" }, "7179": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7179, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7179, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:08", "poem.title": "Earthbound Angel #5 Sensuous Angel Or Th.. poem", "poem.content": "Being an earthbound angelher wings curled up enclosing her/cloaking herparted letting him inwatching herself from afareach time desiring/regretting the partinglost in sensuous pleasuresfeeding baser appetitesin the garden of earthly delightsin search of an unbounded loveseeking an Adonisa satyr/a faunwho satisfies her desiresunable to see beyond the maskswillingly seducedafter a few drinksthe short lived affairlasting a night or a weekendleft feeling confusedonly to begin her search again -From out of her eyes I seea light shimmeringround about her bodyshimmers as she dips her wings in mudthe light fadesthe burden too greatshe goes on to fulfill her fatetrapped in an unending cyclebelieving she can expect no moreof life than thisshapes her life to comeof an unending line of loversin the end all the sameall interchangeable -Awakened from my apathetic cynical slumberher angelic singing soothesme for a moment /gives me hopeas her wings unfoldI desire to be enfoldedby the golden haired angelher eyes innocent & forgiving her face full of lightto be enfolded in her wingsof shimmering pure lightto soar above this citybathed in her cool bluesy voicebefore she becomes earthbound again -", "poem.author": "gordon coombes" }, "7180": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7180, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7180, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:16", "poem.title": "'Angel In The Darkness' poem", "poem.content": "There is an angel hiding in the darkHe is a sad one Though he will not stopTill he gets his markThough he still wont be doneTill he gets to the topSo there will be alot more deathsThough he does get tickedCause his job will always go onHe will put to the testsTo measure how wickedBut that will not change the fact of him being a conBut be warnedFor you will meet the fateof all those mournedThis is in the Dark angels state", "poem.author": "David Wagner" }, "7181": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7181, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7181, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:18", "poem.title": "My Angel poem", "poem.content": "His eyes, They follow, Expecting...I touch his face-Your innocent withoutKnowing it.My AngelThe shadows gatherAnd he warms meThrills, Holds me, His eyes are dark, My AngelMy soul it trails, hoping, expecting, Dreaming...My Angel", "poem.author": "Alyce Crowley" }, "7182": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7182, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7182, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:20", "poem.title": "An Angel Of Grace. poem", "poem.content": "An angel of graceWith beauty to spareEyes of pure amberAnd velvet soft hairSo lithe and so sleekHer skin soft and whiteA vision from heavenA breath taking sightFull of love and compassionFaith and desireShe touches my heartWith fingers of fireShe harbours my soulIn sweet dreams of blissAwaiting with fervourThe touch of her kissTo send me to heavenOr condemn me to hellThis Russian rouletteCast under her spell.", "poem.author": "Graham Jones" }, "7183": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7183, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7183, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:24", "poem.title": "For An Angel poem", "poem.content": "What is love? An abstract word thrown recklessly about, in this modern age of chaos.Uttered between emotionally charged individuals, crying out to find a reason; A reason for life, a meaning for existance.Perhaps this is so; But without love, this world would descendInto the realm of hatred that entangles it.To me, you embody love! Despite the endless trials and turmoil, Your tender heart breathes affection.Your compassionate soul seeks to findThe feature of redemption in all.No malice can survive the torrent of love, That courses through your veins.Encompassing your heart with a halo, of breathtaking sparkles.When you walk in a room, you radiate love, The room becomes a spectrum of light; Tendrils of light that unfurl blissfully, And shed gold on the darkest of places.The smile on your face, so pure and so kind, Embodies the child within -The irrational, unquestioning, bravest of love, That dares to shine out in the dark.You are my angel; Never change.", "poem.author": "Vanessa Brown" }, "7184": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7184, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7184, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:26", "poem.title": "Needing An Angel poem", "poem.content": "Empty and lostin this nightmare, Tears caress my cheeks, crying for an angel's whisperthat will make me touch heaven.I lie praying that i'll be saved, Took away and freed from this pain, Tears caress my cheeks, Crying for an angel's whisper that will make me touch heaven.My praying was not in vain, I'm now happy and at peace, The tears that once caressed my cheeks have been dried awayby the angel's whisper, That helped me touch heaven.", "poem.author": "Natalie Hawksley" }, "7185": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7185, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7185, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:29", "poem.title": "Angel poem", "poem.content": "I walkedupona Darkened Path.and found thereanAngel corpse with rotting fleshand plaguedwith Maggots writhingin it's Skull...It's Wings were Ripped and Torn offLeaving Deep Bloody holes...", "poem.author": "Derek Germain" }, "7186": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 7186, "category_1.id": 3, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:06:53", "category_1.title": "angel", "poem.id": 7186, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 13:36:34", "poem.title": "Angel Of Love poem", "poem.content": "May angels always care for you, May they keep you standing tall, May they whisper in your ears words of wisdom, May they show you what you need to knowMay you always have an angel, Sent by God to your side, Someone there to catch you fast, If sometimes you were to fallMay you have someone wonderful to love, May angels teach you love untold, May you have hopes to keep you safe and warm, And give you all the gifts of love and lifeMay they keep their lights on you, To guide every step of your way, And keep you from each and all harm, Each and every new dayMay you always have an angel, That speaks through your heart, To help you pick up the pieces, When everything for you goes bad", "poem.author": "Dorian Petersen Potter" }, "147": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 147, "category_1.id": 4, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:07:03", "category_1.title": "anger", "poem.id": 147, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:43:16", "poem.title": "Anger poem", "poem.content": "it boils withinslowly poisoning all that it touchescorrupting all that is withinit has now reached a new levela level I never thought existedfor it has boiled over everythingeverything I haveeverything I’ve worked to keepfor I am now totally corrupteddrowning in poisonthe poison of my life the poison you all help createthe poison that has been growing within me angeranger is that poisonanger is the poison withinthe thing that is eating me alive eating me from withincorrupting every cell of meturning me in to a corruptionfor now I am just a corruptioncorruption...", "poem.author": "Scarlet ....." }, "148": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 148, "category_1.id": 4, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:07:03", "category_1.title": "anger", "poem.id": 148, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:43:18", "poem.title": "The Causes Of Anger And Its Medicine poem", "poem.content": "Know, O dear readers, that the medicine of a disease is to remove the root cause of that disease. Isa (Jesus Christ) -peace be upon him- was once asked: 'What thing is difficult?' He said: 'God's wrath.' Prophet Yahya (John the Baptist) -peace be upon him- then asked: 'What thing takes near the wrath of God?' He said:'Anger'. Yahya - peace be upon him- asked him:'What thing grows and increases anger?' Isa -peace be upon him- said:'Pride, prestige, hope for honour and haughtiness' The causes which cause anger to grow are self-conceit, self-praise, jests and ridicule, argument, treachery, too much greed for too much wealth and name and fame. If these evils are united in a person, his conduct becomes bad and he cannot escape anger. So these things should be removed by their opposites. Self-praise is to be removed by modesty. Pride is to be removed by one's own origin and birth, greed is to be removed by remaining satisfied with necessary things, and miserliness by charity. The prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: 'A strong man is not he who defeats his adversary by wrestling, but a strong man is he who controls himself at the time of anger.' We are describing below the medicines of anger after one gets angry. The medicine is a mixture of knowledge and action. The medicine based on knowledge is of six kinds: (1) The first medicine of knowledge is to think over the rewards of appeasing anger, that have come from the verses of the Quran and the sayings of the Prophet (pbuh). Your hope for getting rewards of appeasing anger will restrain you from taking revenge. (2) The second kind of medicine based on knowledge is to fear the punishment of God and to think that the punishment of God upon me is greater than my punishment upon him. If I take revenge upon this man for anger, God will take revenge upon me on the Judgement Day. (3) The third kind of medicine of anger based on knowledge is to take precaution about punishment of enmity and revenge on himself. You feel joy in having your enemy in your presence in his sorrows, You yourself are not free from that danger. You will fear that your enemy might take revenge against you in this world and in the next. (4) Another kind of medicine based on knowledge is to think about the ugly face of the angry man, which is just like that of the ferocious beast. He who appeases anger looks like a sober and learned man. (5) The fifth kind of medicine based on knowledge is to think that the devil will advise by saying: ' You will be weak if you do not get angry!' Do not listen to him! (6) The sixth reason is to think: ' What reason have I got to get angry? What Allah wishes has occurred!' Medicine based on action When you get angry, say: I seek refuge in God from the accursed evil (A'oudhou billaahi min as shaytaan ir rajeem). The prophet (pbuh) ordered us to say thus. When Ayesha (RA) got angry, he dragged her by the nose and said: ' O dear Ayesha, say: O God, you are the Lord of my prophet Muhammad, forgive my sins and remove the anger from my heart and save me from misguidance.' If anger does not go by this means, you will sit down if you are standing, lie down if you are sitting, and come near to earth, as you have been created of earth. Thus make yourself calm like the earth. The cause of wrath is heat and its opposite is to lie down on the ground and to make the body calm and cool. The prophet (pbuh) said: Anger is a burning coal. Don't you see your eyebrows wide and eyes reddish? So when one of you feels angry, let him sit down if standing, and lie down if sitting. If still anger does not stop, make ablution with cold water or take a bath, as fire cannot be extinguished without water. The prophet (pbuh) said : ' When one of you gets angry, let him make ablution with water as anger arises out of fire.' In another narration, he said:' Anger comes from the devil and the devil is made of fire.' Hazrat Ali (RA) said: The prophet did not get angry for any action of the world. When any true matter charmed him, nobody knew it and nobody got up to take revenge for his anger. HE GOT ANGRY ONLY FOR TRUTH.", "poem.author": "Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid" }, "149": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 149, "category_1.id": 4, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:07:03", "category_1.title": "anger", "poem.id": 149, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:43:22", "poem.title": "Anger Feeds Upon Itself poem", "poem.content": "Anger is a virusThat needs not even airTo propagate contagionWhenever it is shared.Anger can't be placed in quarantineTo contain its vicious spreadFor anger feeds upon itselfAnd burns a flaming red.Anger is all consumingAnger does not desistFrom destroying sensibilitesIn that haze of its red mist.", "poem.author": "David Keig" }, "150": { "category_1_x_poem.id": 150, "category_1.id": 4, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 03:07:03", "category_1.title": "anger", "poem.id": 150, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 03:43:28", "poem.title": "Anger poem", "poem.content": "anger is not love anger is drikinganger is killing someoneanger one thing never dolove, anger love not angeranger is ramming you head throug a glass doorwhen your are man you do stupid thingsstupid things that are stupidwhen mad you dont feel nuthinganger we all have anger you cant change when mad staysstay away from everyoneanger can kill because you do stupid thingswhen mad sleepanger just anger ANGER", "poem.author": "kerri king" } } } }