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Julie Grenness Mar 2017
I was a'wondering,
If the angels are listening,
Do the atheists listen in?
Must be a dreadful din,
If all the angels listen in,
Cacophony for the seraphim!
Feedback welcome.
Remi Leroy Mar 2017
Too cold inside for
Angels to fly
No warmth inside so
Angels die
Too empty inside
The angels died
In the silence
The demons rise
15.01.11
Senay Soethaert Mar 2017
Landing in the cage with broken wings,

All he had left were these futile things.

Roaring in defeat and screaming in pain,

The angels had won and the monster was slain.
Jane Christensen Mar 2017
Many eons have passed
Countless moons have gone by
But nothing really changes
In that blink of an eye

The world dashes past
We long for respite
Our lives rush through the years
We can’t give up the fight


So let’s pause for a breath
Let’s gaze at the stars
And remember our source
For it will always be ours


Acknowledge your Angels
Call on them each day
Be thankful and grateful
For their help on the way.



©Jane
written Feb 27, 2007
Lee Morrison Feb 2017
Those demons never leave
Those thoughts never cease
The angels try but they cannot win
I can't be forgiven for my sin
The gods they laugh at my suffering
What circle of hell am I in?
Life with all it's torturous might
Is breaking me down
I'm giving in to these
Demons
Tonight....
M Harris Feb 2017
miss you
i miss you very much
my crystal tears on the ground echoing spectrum
my cancerous conscience misses you and lays ****** in your eternal love while i decay towards my retribution of infinite hate
its been 20 million years and i still feel kindred,
like petals falling! Shadows calling!
and I can only live as a shade of a ghost

all i wish is to go over days when you were close to me
Those are memories I've carried all the way
So I swear to all the angels
Should they bring you back
I would kneel and thank’em all until the end
Oh I, I miss you


to my beloved spectrum
wish you were here to end this melancholy......
Atma Feb 2017
The agony of the silent voices
The longing of pain in an army of sorrows
How biblical it is, the life of an angel
The life of the voices, screaming for return;
And scream, once more, for it the skies won't hear you.
Are shooting stars
angels that came too close,

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for loving the Earth
much?
Fourteen word poetry challenge by the Loudmouth Collective.

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