#guardian poems on Hello Poetry

Francis Sep 2016

I can enter your mind.
I can make you feel emotions that you thought were non existent.
I can show you the harsh reality in decisions you've once contemplated,
But I can also show you the perks.

I am your conscience,
And I am smarter than you.
I control your every action.
I like getting inside of your head.
Because you're weak and predictable.

I can turn you into some little puppet,
Because without me,
You'd be dead.
I like to tease you.

I'm the one who speaks to you.
The one who projects little films in your brain of what is to come,
If you make a turn down a particular road.

I can ruin the fun,
Yet I can prevent the unfortunate.
I suppose you can call me your guardian angel,
But no angel could ever be as loyal to you as me.

You may see my opinion as irrelevant,
Yet you may be grateful for my support.
I'm only here to protect you.
Regardless of how devious you think I may be.

Remember that time you decided to try new activities?
You remember, the one's that surpassed your original preferences?
The ones that make me run away and a new sense of thinking appears?

Well I stopped you.
Because nobody likes a dead sixteen year old.
There is so much evil in this world,
And I am the wall that stops you from becoming a part of it.

I am your conscience.
And you barely acknowledge what I do for you.

We all underestimate the powers that god has given us.

#poem #sweet #emotion #human #grateful #guardian

archwolf-angel Aug 2016

Guardian Angel

Justifiable strength
In a single feather
The sturdiness in a heart
With a weight of acceptance

Touching souls
Healing frowns
Brightening smiles
Through ups and downs

Blessings in disguises
Magical miracles
I'm yours
In fact
Your very own
Guardian Angel

The Little Fallen Angel

#angel #guardian #lfaseries

Cynthia Jean Jul 2016

The Guardian Cries

Turn back
Turn back

He cries
All the day long

Turn back
to your Shepherd

The Guardian
of your soul

The Guardian
cries

Turn back
and follow Me....

cj 2016

I Peter 2:25

#cries #turn #guardian #shepherd

Apachi Ram Fatal Jul 2016

Prime Us Krinkle

Mr Fickle Winkled me into
a Pickle Can Anyone Stop the

Hammer And Sickle Look
at me You're a violent twinkle

causing Mistaken silence still
Fighting Skull and Bones stop

the Violent Hurricane bane
Drain the plane from disdain

cram the eulogy Dust bury
Pharaohs underground Pound

a fountain of Sonic Youth
Chord at the Court of God

incinerate the grin made in sin

Losing trust in Faith

#fate #guardian

Ibk Santos May 2016

***** Buddy

I remember the first time i saw you
I admit your not that so attractive
But don't get me wrong your beautiful
Your with the other clover
Trying to fit in.

Then years pass i didn't notice that I've been watering you
And actually made me incomplete when i dint see you just for a day
You even gloom with a pretty leaves
But still until now you can't stand alone.
I pick you coz i know your special.

You've been my ***** Buddy
We created many memories.
We shared everything..
And now i want you to let your confident shine
Not everyone has a stick to carry you all along.
I'm just a wind.. i could pass from your sight.

Whenever you miss me just close your eyes
A melody will pass through your ear saying;
*"Your perfect as what my eyes see,
your not alone coz like a wind you cant see me but
i assure to you that you will feel me.
I love you my ***** Buddy"

My mind might forget you, but my heart don't

#love #wind #bestfriend #guardian #clover

Tim Knight May 2016

THE GUARDIAN SATURDAY POEM

Were we not once love stood in abbey shadow and sun,
were we not once lovers at the top of bowling alleys
holding, having fun?

As you showered, I
bathed in the oeuvre of your
aura opposite,
thought of
midnight scrambled eggs
then bed
and the coffee to keep it company.

It’s then we woke
to the Sunday cacophony of avocados on post,
head to the second supplement in
to learn of the best twelve coasts where good lovers go to live,
where good lovers go to hide and give,
where good love exists.

If only the car wasn’t broken:
second hand, forecourt pile of ****.

coffeeshoppoems.com

#rain #the #sunday #guardian

Mikoarenas Apr 2016

Guardian Angel

I'm tired of this fake reality.
This non existent world I call home.
This fantasy where whales fly with the wind while woodpeckers swim with the waves.
A place that Impossible scenarios call home.

Exhaustion takes me there every night.
I've studied this place and I know how it works now.
It's not a home for impossible scenarios but a place for false hope.
It takes your memories and creates fantasies that'll never turn into actualities.
I've noticed this so I've stop trying to go there.

These nightmarish places disguised as fascinating fantasies are no interest to me anymore.
I'm leaving this hellish place behind but I'm not going to leave without something.

I'm not going to let my nightmares runaway with years of my dreams.
I will drag something good out of this situation because my teacher told me to write a celebration.
When in reality
For me at least
That is almost unachievable.
Key word almost

All I have ever wrote is depressing poems crafted by a beautiful mind using sinful words.
So I ask myself:
How is this possible?
How does one take a hellish situation and find hope?
How does one go outside their comfort zone?
What am I going to do?

I've tried before.
It only stuck me in second place at my freshmen year slam which ***** because I finally know I'm much more then some ******* second place at a freshmen year slam.
I just wish I knew that early.
So I wouldn't have to have these emotional scars, and physic.

They have returned, day after day, week after week, year after year.
But I am done.
I'm going to find something good in these nightmares if it kills me.

I've taken these emotional scars and taught myself to deal with them.
These scars that are unseeable can't restrain me anymore.

You see, I finally now how to give celebration to these corrupted dream catchers that live inside my head.
These Permanent EMPs that block dreams and not nightmares.
These things that have created unwanted dates with unwanted "dreams".
I've experienced anything and everything there.
So if I'm gonna pull anything from this hellish place.
It's experience.
I've played this game of life hundreds of times and I finally know the level nows.
I know where not to go.
I know what not to do.
And I know who not to talk to.

You see these things are just thoughts from my broken guardian angel trying to warn me about the bad things in life.
The things in life that broke her and made her unrepairable.
She does not want that for me.

So thank you broken guardian angel for stealing my dreams and making them nightmares.
I've only just realized that these nightmares are metaphors for hard life lessons.

This was suppose to be an Ode for my English class but I kinda went over board :/

#angel #nightmares #guardian