#winged poems on Hello Poetry

Dark Jewel Oct 2014

Sinead

Sinead,
Holy angel kiss.
Knife to your throat,
A spell.

Magical powers,
Wringing out prowess.
Super nova to Spare.

Magical Being,
Sorcerer, Dark One, Witch.
A twirl of her red fingers,
Spells mischief.

Sinead,
Young Witch scorned.
Scolded by mortals,
Mortalities breath.

Magical Witch,
Beautiful and ****** is she.
Prowess,
That of a Puma.
Hiding in the sea.

In the sea of people,
She awaits her turn.
To cause a Nightmare,
To bring fear to burn.

Magical Being,
Sinead Wool.
Spreads her wings,
Tricking the Angels..

#angels #mortality #mischief #tricks #winged #sinead

Brandon Antonio Smith Oct 2014

Winged Skulls

Solely roaming,
Solely flowing,
Slowly transcending,
Slowly ascending.

Where do those pretty wings belong?
On the sides of skulls.

Lifting our mind state,
Leading us
To the land of winged skulls.

There's a brain in a bowl who says so.

Only drifting
Behind gates with thee,
Receiving symbols.

Your eyes dilate,
Someone's head is hung over,
Bludgeoned by stones.

There's a brain in a bowl that says so.

Where do those pretty wings belong?
On the sides of skulls,

Lifting your mind state,
Leading you
To the land of winged skulls.

There's a brain in a bowl that says so.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/27/10
Revised 9/27/14)

#skulls #winged

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