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Äŧül Apr 17
First was a demo.
Second was a desire.
Third was a demon.
Fourth was a disappointment.
Fifth was a liar.
Sixth was someone who lost me.
Seventh was a charlatan.
Eighth was a Succubus.
But nineth is a different Angel,
My Angel.
My HP Poem #1925
©Atul Kaushal
My mind drifts so far away,
My heart slows as it begs me not to stay,
In this reality we are like cattle marked with a brand,
So we must find our way to our own Never-land,
We spread the our wings or ride our kites,
We could fly by day or through the cover of many nights,
  A place we can go where we long to be,
A place where our dreams play as they always longed to be free,
Whether our Never-land is a Island or Planet,
Whether its a house made of logs or a cave laden with granite,
A place that is wild or peaceful and silent,
A home filled with love or broken and violent,
We all have a place we would rather inhabit,
From the largest of foxes to the tiniest rabbit.
Inspired
By
Kenneth Gray Mar 13
Beckon unto me with thine
Angel-voice so soft
In heavenly song that doest
Elevate mine soul aloft
Amongst the myriad of blissful
keys I rejoice
Alas!
I've transcended to God's kingdom
by the sweet sound of thine voice
Something I thought of while out on the porch smoking. Thinking about how I wish my ex wife would apologize for all the things she put me through. How hearing her say she is sorry would be music to my ears and lift up my soul. This is what came from that idea.
Sandoval Jan 28
I am not paradise.
I am a broken angel.

A featherless pair of wings
and a burnt out halo

this is what you'll get
with me.

Sandoval
I am not perfect but I am good and I promise I am worth it..
Man Jan 12
seraph
i saw you yesterday
lounging in the park
i sensed you were sad
but i'm a cynic
i'm not sure how to cheer you up

seraph
you cried
holding your head in your hands
whilst i watched
droplets leave your eye
and i cried too

angel from up high
i'm so terribly sorry
life is so rough
i guess
even in the skies
there's depression enough
A Beginner's Guide
To manifesting your dreams
And achieving prosperity
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Clarify your end result
Visualize with inner eyes
Take incremental actions
Watch angelic forces rise

Trust in powerful beings
Embrace their loving aid
Shape intelligent matter
Forge reality - unafraid

Give thanks for all you use
Enjoy each glorious day
Accept, forgive, rejoice
Reach out to help, and pray
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Everyone has talents and strengths.  I've always enjoyed working with words and I'm so grateful for the gift and inspiration that allows these thoughts to flow through me.  

I keep a huge list of possible words and ideas for future poems, but most often the most recent poem is sparked by something I see or hear that day.  Lately I've been studying Geology and one of my books is "A Beginner's Guide to Minerals", and that was the spark.

Wouldn't it be helpful if we had a beginner's guide to prosperity?  So, I wrote one.
Naveen Malhotra Dec 2020
It was an angelic action
Used for lie detection
Her appearance outwards
Didn't speak her heart
His heart descended on her
Her heart pounded against his
The angelic action did it
It was an angelic action
Only in appearance
Used for lie detection
Love confirming love
Gianna lucano Oct 2020
As the white of the day comes to a end
She pays a visit, no more than a friend
She knocks upon my door, peering in
With a letter in hand, filled with sin
A letter of condolence of my very own demise
Frosts evil grin, she couldn’t disguise
Death swept over me, like a soft knit throw  
Feeling the beating of my heart begin to slow
Its ivory fabric encasing my soul
The eggshell haze engulfing me whole
A color symbolism piece. Completed on 9/25/20.
Marion Jul 2020
andrew.
i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath.
i almost feel unworthy.
this person, this man-
he's perfection in flesh and blood.
i feel blessed.
this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws.
i nearly worship him.
godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it.
i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him.
he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.
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