It's like wanting to laugh and cry at the same time.
I can't quite place all the reasons why.
So I fade away inside
To that place I run and hide.
A tiny space with in my mind
where the truth be defied, and love be denied.
A misty Grey existence, choked out by a genocide sky.
So fly, fly on sweet Angel. I know you'll fly so high.
Your wings are far too beautiful to be seen in this fog in which you glide.
Fly, fly on beautiful angel, don't let the devil steal his crown, the one that loves and lives inside of us is watching, I know you won't let him down.
Fly take flight my angel where other Angel's can be found
Just know that I will see you soon because the clouds are clearing out. Yes, God gave me an angel.
That angel Baby girl is you, you given me my wings back to blast off from the doom and gloom.
We'll fly far away as angels you and I, we two.
To loves final Resting place, beyond the dark side of the moon.
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WELCOME RAINKING (great name) - Love your first poem - full of ansgt and imagery. The structure is brilliant bursting with rhyme and rhythm as befits the subject, "Beyond the dark of the Moon" sugests death and separation. I too have watched Beautiful Angels snatched away by fate so i can empathise. I have Faith we will all be reunited again and you hint at that in this haunting poem. "Just as i know that i will see you soon". Thanks for caring and sharing - BRIAN
"Fly take flight my angel where other Angel's can be found"
I think it should be:
"Fly, take flight my angel where other Angels can be found" (even though I do not like the use of too many Angels in one sentence)
But it is a good start.Don't give up.
Who are we to dictate what is, or is not beautiful? Beauty lies wherever we may find it.. It is not for you or I to attempt to change another's poetry.. Merely to give inspiration, and advice where it is due. Advice, may I remind you, which refers not to that which is said and done, as this is futile. A poet speaks with surety-- and once he is finished, he is finished. Nay. Advice should encourage a poet to seek out further beauty yet to come, that he or she may flourish for it. Take heed, all who hear my voice..
Good job - Good luck!
"Angels have four wings.."
"With two they hide their faces.."
"And with two they fly.."
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