Kevin Michael Bloor

Angels in Disguise

One day, upon some sweet, spring morning

The reign will end without a warning

Of critics and their scornful scheming,

Who damned to dust our days of dreaming;

They'll eat each worthless, weightless word

Portraying poets as absurd.


One day, these poets, with their verses,

Will rise and rule, and all those curses

These critics cast like stones so savage

Upon their rhymes they hoped to ravage

Will fall on them like Wailing Wall

And make these callous critics crawl.


One day, upon some bright tomorrow,

When sun has set on all their sorrow

The eyes of poets: wise from weeping

Will see, while savage city's sleeping

A new metropolis arise

For poets - angels in disguise!



  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    Wonderful words Kevin. Will save as fave.

    Kind regards Alan

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Many thanks, Alan. I appreciate your feedback and your taking the time to read my little poem.

    • Laura


      A super write!
      Hooray for the ‘angels in disguise’...for which you are one among them! Your poetry is a testament to that!


      • Kevin Michael Bloor

        Thank you, Laura. As always, I truly appreciate your feedback and kind comments. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

      • FredPeyer

        Never thought of myself as an angel, but your poem changed my mind. :-)

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