poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.content,poem.author
101,"2018-02-27 03:39:23","I Heard An Angel poem","I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, 'Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.' 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.","William Blake"
102,"2018-02-27 03:39:30","The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth poem","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.'","William Blake"
103,"2018-02-27 03:39:33","Sweet Dreams My Angel poem","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","Angie Watson"
104,"2018-02-27 03:39:36","My Angel poem","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","Ernestine Northover"
105,"2018-02-27 03:39:41","The Child-Angel poem","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.","Rabindranath Tagore"
106,"2018-02-27 03:39:44","Angel Or Demon poem","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.","Ella Wheeler Wilcox"
107,"2018-02-27 03:39:50","Boy And The Angel, The poem","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.","Robert Browning"
108,"2018-02-27 03:39:53","An Angel In The House poem","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.","James Henry Leigh Hunt"
109,"2018-02-27 03:39:56","Angel In My Pocket (Children) poem","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.","C.J. Heck"
110,"2018-02-27 03:40:01","Guardian-Angel, The poem","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.","Robert Browning"
111,"2018-02-27 03:40:07","St. Peter And The Angel poem","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.","Denise Levertov"
112,"2018-02-27 03:40:13","The Angel Of My Heart poem","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","Daniel Browne"
113,"2018-02-27 03:40:18","The Boy And The Angel poem","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.","Robert Browning"
114,"2018-02-27 03:40:22","The Guardian-Angel poem","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.","Robert Browning"
115,"2018-02-27 03:40:28","The Angel poem","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.","Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov"
116,"2018-02-27 03:40:34","The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia poem","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","Jorie Graham"
117,"2018-02-27 03:40:38","Broken Angel poem","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","Joan Johnson"
118,"2018-02-27 03:40:41","The Guardian Angel Of The Private Life poem","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.","Jorie Graham"
119,"2018-02-27 03:40:47","The Angel And The Clown poem","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.""","Vachel Lindsay"
120,"2018-02-27 03:40:49","The Woman And The Angel poem","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.""","Robert William Service"
121,"2018-02-27 03:40:54","""My Angel&Quot; poem","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.","Pauline DiBenedetto"
122,"2018-02-27 03:40:56","Angel Love poem","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.","Linda Ori"
123,"2018-02-27 03:41:01","*one Of My Ancient Ones* 'My Angel' poem","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.","Lesa MRK"
124,"2018-02-27 03:41:06","Zzzzzz Angel poem","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)",".Pd. is here"
125,"2018-02-27 03:41:13","The Destroying Angel poem","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!","William Topaz McGonagall"
126,"2018-02-27 03:41:14","The Hour Of The Angel poem","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!","Rudyard Kipling"
127,"2018-02-27 03:41:29","Little Horny Angel poem","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'","David Darbyshire"
128,"2018-02-27 03:41:36","White Angel poem","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","Gee Cii Schnider"
129,"2018-02-27 03:41:39","An Angel Goes To Bed poem","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","Uriah Hamilton"
130,"2018-02-27 03:41:47","Head, Perhaps Of An Angel poem","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.","Debora Greger"
131,"2018-02-27 03:41:52","Angel poem","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","Adryan Rotica"
132,"2018-02-27 03:41:56","Angel Eyes poem","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.","Mathew Lewis"
133,"2018-02-27 03:41:58","An Angel Cries poem","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?","Kev Elmer"
134,"2018-02-27 03:42:00","You Are An Angel poem","(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.","Correina MacRae"
135,"2018-02-27 03:42:05","My Guardian Angel poem","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..","Ivy Christou"
136,"2018-02-27 03:42:11","Angel poem","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..","takey williams"
137,"2018-02-27 03:42:15","An Angel poem","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","Green Eyes"
138,"2018-02-27 03:42:19","The Avenging Angel poem","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.","William Wilfred Campbell"
139,"2018-02-27 03:42:24","Fallen Angel poem","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.","Akara K."
140,"2018-02-27 03:42:31","My Angel poem","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...","Veronica Mendoza"
141,"2018-02-27 03:42:39","An Angel Has To Do What An Angel Has To To poem","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.”","Terry Donovan"
142,"2018-02-27 03:42:42","Holding Hands With An Angel poem","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.","Ebone' Ingram"
143,"2018-02-27 03:42:52","My Angel, I Love To Watch You Sleep....... poem","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","Ravi Sathasivam"
144,"2018-02-27 03:42:58","A Blue Angel poem","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!","Gil Gregorio"
145,"2018-02-27 03:43:07","Angel poem","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!","Victoria Ritchie"
146,"2018-02-27 03:43:09","Fall From Grace (Angel No More) [song] poem","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","Ebone' Ingram"
147,"2018-02-27 03:43:16","Anger poem","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...","Scarlet ....."
148,"2018-02-27 03:43:18","The Causes Of Anger And Its Medicine poem","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.","Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid"
149,"2018-02-27 03:43:22","Anger Feeds Upon Itself poem","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.","David Keig"
150,"2018-02-27 03:43:28","Anger poem","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","kerri king"
151,"2018-02-27 03:43:35","Anger poem","Anger in its time and placeMay assume a kind of grace.It must have some reason in it,And not last beyond a minute.If to further lengths it go,It does into malice grow.'Tis the difference that we see'Twixt the serpent and the bee.If the latter you provoke,It inflicts a hasty stroke,Puts you to some little pain,But it never stings again.Close in tufted bush or brakeLurks the poison-swellëd snakeNursing up his cherished wrath;In the purlieux of his path,In the cold, or in the warm,Mean him good, or mean him harm,Whensoever fate may bring you,The vile snake will always sting you.","Charles Lamb"
152,"2018-02-27 03:43:39","Anger poem","anger is angeranger makes you screamanger makes you hateanger takes controlanger want let goanger wants you to hurtanger wants you to suferanger makes you madanger makes you cryanger turns people against youanger is anger","melissa dixon"
153,"2018-02-27 03:43:44","! Anger poem","Epictetus the stoic philosopher saidthat anyone who angers you becomes your masterby disturbing you; Well, that's me -full of righteous and unrighteous anger; on the other hand, God gets pretty hot in the O.T. -Are there different rules? After all, we both know we're right.And don't ask me what 'religion' I am, OK? Or I could get really angry...","Michael Shepherd"
154,"2018-02-27 03:43:50","The Anger In Me poem","This ill temper I have is making me madI blow up and I don’t know whyI wish for just a moment I could handle my anger rightI wish for just a moment I could love you rightI wish my attitude would just go awayI wish my anger would stay at bayThis outlook I have on life needs to changeThis outlook I have you needs to say the sameI love you deep down insideI wish you would seeThat you’re the only princess for meThe anger I have deep in sideComes out when I least expect itThis anger I have in me should just go awayThis anger I have is an annoyanceThis anger I have has messed my life upThis anger I have is stupidAnger you have messed up my marriageAnger you have messed up my lifeAnger you have destroyed who I am inside and outAnger you are the devilAnger you are all that is badThis anger I have in me has made me fightA fight that was not worth itAnger you made me hit the wrong personAnger you made me do the wrong thingsAnger you are the feeling that I would never missAnger you have caused me so much sorrowAnger you have caused nothing but grief.Anger just go away","Jonathan Pendley"
155,"2018-02-27 03:43:52","Plenty Of Anger poem","There is plenty of anger inside of meIt has to stopWhy is there so much anger inside of me? My anger is part of my frustrationI have to control it nowMy anger causes me plenty of troubleThere is plenty of anger inside of meAnd what is anger do I know? Anger is a strong feeling of displasureIt is a grief that I have inside of meHow can I control it? What triggers my anger? Can I recognize it?","Aldo Kraas"
156,"2018-02-27 03:43:59","Controlling Anger Before It Controls You poem","When toxic and volatile emotionsAre causing confusion and commotion, Feelings are hijacked, hot thoughts race, Mind gets enveloped in a rage.As a consequence, visibility comes down, It’s wise to shift gears and slow down.Switch on the wipersAnd clear the fog on the mind’s mirror.Lest you forever live to regretAnd wonder how I met with an accident.Take few deep breaths, and count to ten, As anger clouds the perception.Your ability to discern goes haywireSo whatever you say backfires.First deal with your inner pollution, To stop firing deadly ammunition.Remove yourself from the object of your ireLest you shoot arrows of fireAnd give in to your primitive instinct, Do something that your mood uplifts.When the fog finally liftsYou’ll realise, perception does shift.Then you’ll be gladThings didn’t get out of hand.Anger is our worst enemyCauses havoc in our life and body chemistry.","Mamta Agarwal"
157,"2018-02-27 03:44:03","Anger And Me poem","Anger is a form of fearAnger is what I’m waiting to hearAnger is deep down inside meAnger drives me crazyAnger is what turns me onAnger is what turns me offAnger is my enemyAnger is my palAnger is gonna kill meAnger is gonna save meAnger might just help me Find my true love.......................................Ma ybe?","Kimberley Waldron"
158,"2018-02-27 03:44:10","Anger-The Feeling poem","eating away at me eating away at all I’ve worked to keep in controlletting lose all I’ve kept quietfreeing everything I kept bottled up all these yearsfreeing the beast from within","Scarlet ....."
159,"2018-02-27 03:44:14","Anger Does Not Pay poem","Anger is red dangerBut a familiar strangerSo It came as no surpriseAt the times I have paid the priceMore than the usual thriceBefore becoming very wiseThe judge saidI should have been put in a cageIf one considers all the damageI brought on with my rageI knew My anger was unreasonableMy anger was invincibleMy anger was uncontrollableBut still very reversibleYou seeIn anger I always surrenderTo the pressure I am underIn anger, I ungraciously lose To the one I righteously accuse In anger, I immoderately protestInstead of letting things restThen trying responsibly to digestAnd deal with issues bestSo I say, So I sayAnger does not payAnger does not stayDelay it from displayIn time it will only go awayNow I know that Anger does not payAnger does not stayCalmness you should playBefore you begin to fall astrayCopyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidiwww.sylviachidi.com","Sylvia Chidi"
160,"2018-02-27 03:44:19",".his Anger. poem","There he was positioned in front of thereflection and through the eyes he sensesthe hint of anger.As he stares he yells, hands clenched and his voice boomingthrough the walls of his room.He yells at his stupidity and his insanity, of his depression restraining him whole, he yells at the reflection that's in his way of what he really was.Every word he's yelled he's inflictedon his kids, every dropp of anger led from abuse he's installedupon marks of misery on his own flesh and blood.He points a finger at this madman that stands before himpointing back, and tells him that he's nothing, that his anger is overpowering everything thathe use to be, that with all the people he should blamefor his unhappiness it should be himHis eyes tell a story of a lonely littleboy inside his depressing heart, now a grown man with kids of his own and stillhe yells in fright.This battle on his own is slowly wearing down, because inside he's losing what he had, that even his daughter at sixteen can't deal with hisprescence being around her because he's so sad.So he looks with the anger through his eyes he's dead, but inside he's still that little kid, so when he burns all his bridges down, he's gonna be by himself instead.Touchy subject but I wrote it because of my father. Thank you for reading.","Elizabeth Tyease Collins"
161,"2018-02-27 03:44:24",", , A Mothers Anger poem","you....! issue ofmineborne with love, birthed with care; i look at you nowthe naughty gleam in your eye, as your worrisome ministrationswreck havoc with all order.i look and marvelat the miracle of your evolution..from gurgles to mumblesand thence to comprehensions; the actions with angertempered by the pouts which dissolve my resolution to be firm.you, little bundle of joy and woeall atwitter in a fit ofinfantile anger..i look at you, bewilderedmarvelling, as a motherat what God had me do! inspired by my year half old daughter who has the strange power to drive me to tears and then be smiling thru them as she licks my face like a little loving poodle!","wardha jawdat"
162,"2018-02-27 03:44:28","Anger poem","This ill temper I have is making me madI blow up and I don’t know whyI wish for just a moment I could handle my anger rightI wish for just a moment I could love you rightI wish my attitude would just go awayI wish my anger would stay at bayThis outlook I have on life needs to changeThis outlook I have you needs to say the sameI love you deep down insideI wish you would seeThat you’re the only princess for meThe anger I have deep in sideComes out when I least expect itThis anger I have in me should just go awayThis anger I have is an annoyanceThis anger I have has messed my life upThis anger I have is stupidAnger you have messed up my love for youAnger you have messed up my lifeAnger you have destroyed who I am inside and outAnger you are the devilAnger you are all that is badThis anger I have in me has made me fightA fight that was not worth itAnger you made me hit the wrong personAnger you made me do the wrong thingsAnger you are the feeling that I would never missAnger you have caused me so much sorrowAnger you have caused nothing but grief.Anger just go away Gavin Marshall 6/1/08","Gavin Marshall"
163,"2018-02-27 03:44:33","Anger So Sweetly (Revised) poem","Why do I let you get to me? I don't understand what you say -One minute you're gladThe next one you're madI feel like I'm treading thin ice; You constantly throw me off balance, I hold my affection in check -And then in a minuteYou smile, and you win itI feel like I'm losing my mind; Why do you make me so angry? Why do I feel so uptight? I so want to please youInstead I just tease youAnd then we end up in a fight; So why don't we just change the game plan, Agree to be lovers instead -And when there's an issueWe'll just grab the tissueAnd make anger so sweetly in bed! For my special friend - 'THANK YOU'","Linda Ori"
164,"2018-02-27 03:44:37","Anger... poem","Anger, a spark, within all of us.There, anger is lurking, waiting toignite the dynamite, that willcause an explosion of words, and actions, that can not be taken back.© Joe Fazio","(brief renderings) Joe Fazio"
165,"2018-02-27 03:44:44","A Lover's Anger poem","As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour:You promis'd at Two; and (pray look Child) 'tis Four.A Lady's Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels:'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with Baubles and Seals.A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear—Thus far I went on with a resolute Air.Lord bless Me! said She; let a Body but speak:Here's an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall'n into my Neck:It has hurt Me, and vext Me to such a Degree—See here; for You never believe Me; pray see,On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made.So saying, her Bosom She careless display'd.That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey'd;And forgot ev'ry Word I design'd to have said.","Matthew Prior"
166,"2018-02-27 03:44:46","Anger- The Feel (Redone) poem","eating away eating away at all has been hidden through timeletting lose all that has been locked awayfreeing everything that is kept withincalling the beast that lays within","Scarlet ....."
167,"2018-02-27 03:44:49","Anger poem","Don't fight itDon't use itWith your thoughtsDon't amuse itDon't feed itYou don't need itDon't keep itTo the dark wells of your mindYou must lead itDrown it Supress itDon't let itCome up withMud and waterDon't let it closer.You can't calm itYou can't teach itDon't warm itBurn itWhen it hurts youHurt itReach itBut don't hold itTry to fold itInto shapesThen throw itIn a jarAnd brake itSwallow the shredsTo taste itTastes better with your blood? Waste itSpit it outAnd keep it outWatch itBut don't touch it.You can't bear itYou can't take itYou can't make itWeaker.It speaks for itself, speakerIt eats for itself, eaterCatcher and coveterNot seeker.","Marton Dezso"
168,"2018-02-27 03:44:54","'Depression Is Anger Without Enthusiasm' poem","I read this quote“Depression is anger without enthusiasm.”I don’t believe that for a second, I think depression is loneliness, Feeling so lonely insideEven if the world surrounds youAnd knowing you cant blame anyone but yourselfBut that’s just me.And even worseWhen the people you’d think know you best, Don’t even notice.Depression to me is An overwhelming feeling of defeatFeeling that somehow, In a game, you verses lifeYou loseAnd there is noDouble or nothing Or a such thing as re-do’sSome of us accept itAnd try other strategiesOthers are left Only to dwell On what tactics they could have changed.","simply here"
169,"2018-02-27 03:44:58","Anger Inside poem","this anger burns deep within, every minute the fire burns brighter, time is ticking, waiting to see who will be on the other side of this raging flame, waiting to see what will happen to people who mess with me, this fire is on raging so hot i cannot put it out, only in your preasence does it fade away, the lines in my heart break me, the fires take me, time can only tell what this great anger will cause me to do next, even the best, are no better than the rest, you can wish for it to disapear all you like, but nothing you try, will even compare to the firery anger and deep dispair, this anger inside me died today, for i died with it, it was controling me, had me under a spell, nows the time to, with compell, to release it into the pits of hell where it came from..","Alicia Roseberry"
170,"2018-02-27 03:45:02","Anger Lay By Me poem","Anger lay by me all night long,His breath was hot upon my brow,He told me of my burning wrong,All night he talked and would not go.He stood by me all through the day,Struck from my hand the book, the pen;He said: ‘Hear first what I’ve to say,And sing, if you’ve the heart to, then.’And can I cast him from my couch?And can I lock him from my room?Ah no, his honest words are suchThat he’s my true-lord, and my doom.","Elizabeth Daryush"
171,"2018-02-27 03:45:05","Righteous Anger poem","THE lanky hank of a she in the inn over there Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer: May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair, And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year. That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will see On virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead, Came roaring and raging the minute she looked on me, And threw me out of the house on the back of my head! If I asked her master he’d give me a cask a day; But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange! May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.","James Stephens"
172,"2018-02-27 03:45:09","Anger poem","How is anger escaped? It stays deep within me.I think about what is lost, and the anger rises inside of me.Every where I look, I see what should be mine.Envy turns to anger, I think to myself 'who are these people? , they do not deserve such a thing I have lost'I think about what is lost, and the anger rises inside of me.It rises to such a degree, that anger turns to tears.","Razu Foyez Ibney Harun Al Ahmed"
173,"2018-02-27 03:45:14","Anger poem","Anger threatensand bursts throught fast.The swelling breaststretches the sinewsof all being.With strife the buildsof some betrayel clingsto mind, a lengthof memory springsbringing into combatall focuses of strength.Restrained the sighing heartdescends the peak, resting uneasilyand declaring weak.Sally PlumbSally Plumb","Sally Plumb Plumb"
174,"2018-02-27 03:45:17","Anger poem","deep, dark oceanwomb vortex of secretsthere lies a black pearlreflecting ominouslythe pure ivory of its parent oysterthere in reign I lie too let me lie disturb not my watery repose for if i risei shall swallow you whole.","wardha jawdat"
175,"2018-02-27 03:45:23","Anger poem","Anger builds up inside of me like a volcano ready to explodeThe anger inside of me grows like cancer spreading fast and Destroying meBut that anger has to come out some howBefore it kills me and builds up inside of meThere are times that is not good for me to show my anger to myself And others because it is very destructiveSometimes it is difficult for me to control my anger","Aldo Kraas"
176,"2018-02-27 03:45:25","*anger? poem","Anger? Don't languorunder the name of 'soft'or 'sensitive.'Just explode.It's what you do best.Curse and swear, go spare, put the dagger inif you dare(and you do) .Don't spare the pain.Do it againand againand AGAIN.But not with me.......","Francesca Johnson"
177,"2018-02-27 03:45:28","Anger poem","Anger, a spark, within all of us.There, anger is lurking, waiting toignite the dynamite, that willcause an explosion of words, and actions, that can not be taken back.Anger, is the roadblock, to anythingand everything, worthwhile in life.Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction, to rejection of thought or action.Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior.Anger, almost always followed by regret.Anger, an emotion. who's children are, anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion, outrage and a thousands of other, emotionallyaffecting articulations.Anger, the replacement of reason.What is the enemy of anger? Theenemy of anger, is, patience, understandingand love.Anger, the emotion, the world would befar better off, without.© Joe Fazio","(brief renderings) Joe Fazio"
178,"2018-02-27 03:45:34","Anger poem","I am bottled anger.Violence burns within me; A potent drug, rage.With it, I could toppleThe mountain's height: How much more could I destroy you, Pitiful worm.I am danger incarnate: Death personified.Be thankful I am sane, And controlled; -Bottled anger-If I were not, You would cease to be.","James Grengs"
179,"2018-02-27 03:45:38","Anger And Patience poem","Any time I don't understand somethingOr feel unhappy with the way things are going, Anger steps up, 'use me; let me help'And I used to give Anger a lot of free rein, Till I noticed Anger wasn't all that usefulAnd generally tended to only make things worse.Now I try to rely more on 'Patience'As Patience doesn't keep clicking that counter, Adding up every resentment of the hour.Besides, I can look straight into Patience's faceAnd not have one clue what Patience is thinking of.You know, Anger could learn something from that.","Patti Masterman"
180,"2018-02-27 03:45:44","Anger And Forgiveness Ii poem","When I am full of angerI think in anger's termsPart of my existing lifeIs full of anger's germsNothing seems a perfect rightMost of things gone wrongI get such vengeful feelingsWhen I carry anger alongWhen I think of forgivenessI think in forgiveness' termsMy life is held in gentle handsSoftly in those twists and turnsVery few are perfect wrongsSo many things are rightShow me God forgiveness' faceSo I can live in light","Ray Andrews"
181,"2018-02-27 03:45:49","Fathers Anger You poem","Fathers anger you But you love themFathers hurt you on the insideBut you love themFathers get drunkBut you love themFathers are always out with the ‘boys’But you love themMy father is all ways there for me on one thing thoughWether angry, painful, drunk, or even out with the boys.He is always there me when I need him the most.","Kirsty Lucas"
182,"2018-02-27 03:45:57","Anger- Linda's Story poem","There is this angry placeshe saidthat's been inside me sincemy earliest days.And when I needI go therefor powerand resistance.If eversomeonehurts meI let it outto go freeand killor hurt backand allow it to take retribution.It makes me feel strongIt makes me feel not so weak.Only thingis it is starting to get out of control.After getting outsometimesit will not go back inIt remains outand hurtsome peopleit shouldn't.That's the thingabout this AngerthingI'm afraidmost times now.I am not in control.It is.Now it is Scary Angerand I blank out at timesto wake upshocked to seewhat it has done.I need help with it.","Lonnie Hicks"
183,"2018-02-27 03:45:59","Anger poem","Anger building upSo close to explodingI am so close to the edgeNo second thoughts before knowingMy body shakes with angerThe line is so closeSlowly starting to overstep that lineMy eyes start to tear upSoftly falling down my cheeksAnger invades mePrecisely and carefully taking overAnger...Anger...AngerThe human passion that can help or destroy meI feel like I'm alone in this small worldBut the anger becomes my friendMy body crumbles to the groundI wake up screamingMy mother comes to rock me to sleep.","Stacey Gibbs"
184,"2018-02-27 03:46:04","Anger (Rated 19 In Group) poem","Anger, a spark, within all of us. There, anger is lurking, waiting to ignite the dynamite, that will cause an explosion of words, and actions, that can not be taken back. Anger, is the roadblock, to anything and everything, worthwhile in life. Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction, to rejection of thought or action. Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior. Anger, almost always followed by regret. Anger, an emotion. who's children are, anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion, outrage and a thousands of other, emotionally affecting articulations. Anger, the replacement of reason. What is the enemy of anger? The enemy of anger, is, patience, understanding and love. Anger, the emotion, the world would be far better off, without. © Joe Fazio","(brief renderings) Joe Fazio"
185,"2018-02-27 03:46:07","Anger poem","anger is anger....anger makes you screamanger makes you hateanger takes controlanger want let goanger wants you to hurtanger wants you to sufferanger makes you madanger makes you cryanger turns people against youanger is anger...................","anees akbar"
186,"2018-02-27 03:46:11","Anger poem","Your angerBursts like a thunderstorm, And torrential rain, And flashes like lightening.And when its spentAnd an uncanny calm descends.I feel like an uprooted tree.Sharp words Can hurt, Deeper than a woundBy a sword.It takes timeBefore a scab forms, And you move on.","Mamta Agarwal"
187,"2018-02-27 03:46:17",".her Silence.Her Anger.Her Isolation poem","Incisions marked with skin of silk, I am vulnerable, true to flesh and bone, I am human, capable of making the light dissapear within my fingertips.I love and hate, as such reactions towards the darkness I look on knowing that I just won't make it...Cracked up smiles and blurry faces try to escape the side of your, sweet prescence, thinking that a girl so ignorant such as she could sustain heranger much longer.She must be human for she feels what she's been taught.Self pity is what she wants, so her selfishness she will get, even if her veins burn with envy, or tower over with regret.You've tried so hard to stay so strong but obviously not enough, You know you can make it through to himso act like you're tough.These burned bridges are slowly finishing it's trail, and silence will be joined at the end, until then she'll stay a ruined creation of the world, she'll live or make ammend.","Elizabeth Tyease Collins"
188,"2018-02-27 03:46:23","Don'T Let The Sun Go Down On Your Anger poem","Whatever You do, Whatever You say, Even if Your angry all day, Even if You want quiet time alone, Or possibly time away from home, Don't Let the Sun go down on Your anger! ! ! Don't Let anger take hold of You, That You don't know what You do! Pray! Right away! Jesus is waiting to hear! ! Tell Him all about it! No Reason to fear! Than all Your anger will disappear! ! ! Ask Jesus for Forgiveness Immediately! ! ! For the anger that You displayedTo No Longer have anger in Your HeartSo, It won't become a part of You, Everyday! ! ! When Jesus was Upon the Cross! ! ! He said 'Father Forgive Them! For they do Not no what they do! 'Always Love One another! Forgive All Others! Just Like Our Father Forgave Me and You! ! Follow Jesus Steps! It's God's Request! ! ! Patricia Grace Nicholson","Patricia Martin"
189,"2018-02-27 03:46:29","Harness Your Anger... poem","One must find the power to harness any moments of anger and remember that anger is the roadblock to all that is worthwhile and meaningful in life. © Joe Fazio","(brief renderings) Joe Fazio"
190,"2018-02-27 03:46:34","Anger, My Enemy Or My Friend? poem","Anger is my enemyThere is a plenty of anger inside of meI have to control it now but I don’t know howMy anger is part of my frustration It fades my concentration in my ambitionIt causes me plenty of trouble It makes my life horribleAnger form fears in my heartIt makes me broken apartMy body shakes with anger It will not stop foreverI feel like I’m alone in this world Nobody say to me any wordBut the anger inside of me becomes my friendIt will never leave me till the endMy anger doesn’t leave meIt’s always there inside of me","angelyn agudo"
191,"2018-02-27 03:46:36","Sonnet: On Anger poem","Remember Man that Anger is futile! Restrain your temper bad when ‘fumes’ arise; Apologize if guilty, in high style, And write your Anger off or play it nice. Mere counting helps to dissipate Anger; But slamming doors and raving mad aren’t right; Poetry puts the ‘plane’ into hanger! When Anger comes, Man loses his insight. The more you write, the stinging tone gets less; The balls you smash will fall away off-court; Painting, cartooning help Anger harness; Just hold your temper making it your forte! An action rash in angry mood too fails; When calm returns, a better sense prevails. 6-6-2001","Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,"
192,"2018-02-27 03:46:38","Anger Of A Warm Heart poem","Feeling huntedstriped to the bonepared down byyour intentionsmy anger nourishes my proud heartwith a heartthat senses your tendernessCopyright ©2006","Adryan Rotica"
193,"2018-02-27 03:46:41","Anger poem","Searing reason and rationale, With the seething rage of rash, Like the red blaze in wild jungle, Anger, in its impulsive brash, Melts all hope’s and dreams to ash;","Vidyadhar Durgekar"
194,"2018-02-27 03:46:43","Anger poem","His anger is a hard summer storm, Unpredictable and uncontrollableLike the rain his anger falls upon countless victims.Like the wind his anger lashes out upon the innocentLike a summer storm his anger comesAnd like a summer storm his anger goes.It leaves behind destruction and kayosDismay and suffering.His anger comes and it goesAnd with all brings, It causes only pain.","Davina Caddell"
195,"2018-02-27 03:46:46","Anger Rages Inside poem","Anger is bubbling away at me.Burning a whole in my heart.Making me burn with rage.I have good reason to be angry.I only wish I could make them pay.Put them through What they did to me.Anger is destroying me.For Im hell bent on revenge..I would love to dish out.My own justice.But I cant.Anger Buabbles away.Like a swishing sound Of the waves.Like a brook babblesAnger takes ahold.","Amy Louise Kerswell"
196,"2018-02-27 03:46:50","Evening On Calais Beach poem","IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder--everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.","William Wordsworth"
197,"2018-02-27 03:46:54","On The Beach At Night poem","ON the beach, at night, Stands a child, with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower, sullen and fast, athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends, large and calm, the lord-star Jupiter; And nigh at hand, only a very little above, Swim the delicate brothers, the Pleiades. 10 From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father, Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all, Watching, silently weeps. Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears; The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious, They shall not long possess the sky- shall devour the stars only in apparition: Jupiter shall emerge- be patient- watch again another night- the Pleiades shall emerge, They are immortal- all those stars, both silvery and golden, shall shine out again, 20 The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again- they endure; The vast immortal suns, and the long-enduring pensive moons, shall again shine. Then, dearest child, mournest thou only for Jupiter? Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding, I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,) Something there is more immortal even than the stars, (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,) Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter, 30 Longer than sun, or any revolving satellite, Or the radiant brothers, the Pleiades.","Walt Whitman"
198,"2018-02-27 03:47:05","Down To The Beach poem","Down to the beachDown to the beachOn a sunny day we goBeach bags packed with sun screen lotionsHands rubbing people’s backs in slow motionGlistening oily bodies radiating with sensationDown to the beachDown to the beachWhere a chilly sea breeze blowsLet’s have some funIn the red-hot sunDown to the beachOnly there the ladies reveal saucy behindsWhenever the raging sun is still kindDown to the beachAs never-ceasing waves play across the shoresPeople happily play dreading any rainy downpourDown to the beachWhere young lovers closely nestleAs sand creatures cause the sand to bristleSeagulls gliding in the air with screams and whistlesKids picking up shells and building stormy sand castlesDown to the beachWhere mostly good vibes flowDown to the beachWe go whilst there is still sun without snowSylviachidi.com","Sylvia Chidi"
199,"2018-02-27 03:47:08","On The Beach At Night, Alone poem","ON the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future. A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids, All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same, All distances of place, however wide, All distances of time--all inanimate forms, All Souls--all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes--the fishes, the brutes, 10 All men and women--me also; All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages; All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe; All lives and deaths--all of the past, present, future; This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.","Walt Whitman"
200,"2018-02-27 03:47:12","Beach Glass poem","While you walk the water's edge,turning over conceptsI can't envision, the honking buoyserves notice that at any timethe wind may change,the reef-bell clattersits treble monotone, deaf as Cassandrato any note but warning. The ocean,cumbered by no business more urgent than keeping open old accountsthat never balanced,goes on shuffling its millenniumsof quartz, granite, and basalt. It behavestoward the permutations of novelty—driftwood and shipwreck, last night'sbeer cans, spilt oil, the coughed-upresidue of plastic—with randomimpartiality, playing catch or tagot touch-last like a terrier,turning the same thing over and over,over and over. For the ocean, nothingis beneath consideration. The housesof so many mussels and periwinkleshave been abandoned here, it's hopelessto know which to salvage. InsteadI keep a lookout for beach glass—amber of Budweiser, chrysopraseof Almadén and Gallo, lapisby way of (no getting around it,I'm afraid) Phillips'Milk of Magnesia, with now and then a raretranslucent turquoise or blurred amethystof no known origin. The processgoes on forever: they came from sand,they go back to gravel, along with treasuriesof Murano, the buttressedastonishments of Chartres,which even now are readyingfor being turned over and over as gravelyand gradually as an intellectengaged in the hazardousredefinition of structuresno one has yet looked at.","Amy Clampitt"