#angelic
Beautiful angel,
what causes you to do this?
Tearing your wings,
letting yourself crash.
Your gorgeous pastels,
Each delicate feather
as it grows and *****
Yet you hate your wings,
So you damage them,
your skin along with it,
The shine dulls,
your carefully painted silhouette,
changes so much that
not even you recognise it.
Thick, dark scarlet splotches,
stain the ***** of the carefully crafted,
Your feet lighter than air
as you fall from the heavenly skies.
Your hair flows within the gusts,
Ears hearing nothing but the soft breaths,
You spread your arms, to match your wings,
Watercolour eyes, pierced within tears.
Your soul dances one last time,
within the music of the orchestra,
What caused you to think this, ever?
Most importantly,
You realise the value of the birds,
butterflies and other angels,
everything, but yourself.
They pray for you,
sobs in sorries,
as they wonder what went wrong.
Your final words,
not them,
never them,
only you.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Bring me to life
Place your hand in mine
Kiss me alive
And now I am scared
Cause you're not here, infront of my sight
Guess all you said were white lies
And now I'm blue
So, so lost with no clue
All alone, too cold so dark
That I wish us two apart
And now I'm dead
Like the light at the end of the bay
Like the flowers rotting at my funeral
I might go to hell, so wish me well
And take me and us away from everyone else.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
starry eyes—
so ethereal,
so heavenly,
so innocent.
i wonder
what i can do
to get your attention,
to get you to listen.
all i know
is that those starry eyes
forever
shall be mine.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
Angelic white,
How light you are,
Such a bright color
The moon in the sky,
The sclera in my eye,
The rice in my bowl
My white crayons,
The white snow,
The clouds in the sky
In my head, so bright,
Flashing me astart,
On my pillow hidden from the eye
Angelic white,
How pure you are,
Unlike the others
Oh my angelic white.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
Enamoured by
an angel without wings,
was she real,
or a mirage,
an ordeal?
I need to blink, but I can’t;
it stings.
She thinks she’s wrong,
but to me, she’s right.
We both don’t belong.
Did I stare too long?
I’d watch her all night long.
One inquisitive step forward—
is this too untoward?
Lips pink and raw,
I hear the morning crows caw.
I want her to stay,
but I have to fix myself
before I can fix her.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
the fading pink of sunset
caresses her face—
she’s an angel.
delicate hues of gold
converge in a halo;
strands of ivory
whip around her head
in the gusts of wind.
I don’t deserve her—
the epitome of ethereal.
no one does.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet
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Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign
I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders
circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine
I listen to you penetrating my marrow
swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin
pulling hair, ********* throat uncensored ….
my parched lips open as you rip dry logs
to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes
trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders
I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay
score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore
I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining
dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling
Beloved ! be still that I may touch your *****
feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos
stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton
soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets
all I hear as you settle into playful breezes
a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
Angels kiss you when you are unaware
in both your most painful and most beautiful moments
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 11:10 PM UTC
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.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 10:08 PM UTC
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.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
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
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC
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
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
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
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 6:59 PM UTC
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
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC
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.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Oh, you poor thing
Only a mess of tears and feathers now
Your innocent halo, cracked and broken
Your newly-found wings, singed to a coal black
How did it feel to be discarded?
Cast out of the only home you knew
Having to fall so far down, so far below
Into a place where no one knows your name
Only a shapeless form on the sidewalk now
And for what, because you changed?
Because they didn’t like this new you,
Even though, from birth, this has always been you?
They just never saw it, refused to see it
Covered their eyes and prayed some more for you
Did it hurt the way they shouted fire?
Holding onto old traditions and ideals
And trying to convince you this was wrong,
That you were wrong?
Did it hurt the way they scarred your body?
They way they refused to listen,
Condemning you without a trial?
Without a voice?
Well, many of us have felt the same
Your not alone in that
But sooner or later you’ll have to rise,
Up from the ashes, dusting them away
So pick up your discarded, broken halo
Stick the ends into your bleeding head
Wear it like a crown, with pride, with bravery
Shed your feathers, reveal what’s underneath
And when you walk into that darkness, you’ll see
Just how not alone you are
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy Michael Burch
Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin;
Angelic face; wild chimp within.
It does not matter; sleep awhile
As soft mirth tickles forth a smile.
Gray moths will hum a lullaby
Of feathery wings, then you and I
Will wake together, by and by.
*
Life’s not long; those days are best
Spent snuggled to a loving breast.
The earth will wait; a sun-filled sky
Will bronze lean muscle, by and by.
Soon you will sing, and I will sigh,
But sleep here, now, for you and I
Know nothing but this lullaby.
Keywords/Tags: lullaby, child, cherubic, angelic, imp, chimp, mirth, sleep, snuggle, snuggled
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
Birthday Poem to Myself
by Michael R. Burch
LORD, be no longer this Distant Presence,
Star-Afar, Righteous-Anonymous,
but come! Come live among us;
come dwell again,
happy child among men—
men rejoicing to have known you
in the familiar manger’s cool
sweet light scent of unburdened hay.
Teach us again to be light that way,
with a chorus of angelic songs lessoned above.
Be to us again that sweet birth of Love
in the only way men can truly understand.
Do not frown darkening down upon an unrighteous land
planning fierce Retributions we require, and deserve,
but remember the child you were; believe
in the child I was, alike to you in innocence
a little while, all sweetness, and helpless without pretense.
Let us be little children again, magical in your sight.
Grant me this boon! Is it not my birthright—
just to know you, as you truly were, and are?
Come, be my friend. Help me understand and regain Hope’s long-departed star!
Keywords/Tags: Lord, God, birthday, happy child, angelic songs, birth, love, innocence, sweet, gentle, meek, mild, manger, hay, hope, star, Christmas, Bethlehem, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, shepherds, wise men
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
Your smile is angelic,
Your scent is sedating,
Your voice is melodic
And only for you
I get this much poetic;
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC
See through the forgotten glass,
glowing with the holy colors,
its vibrancy laid across the tile floor below,
shadows casting the figures of eden
all but lost among the setting sun.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
Leaving trees....
Rain drops run off leaves,
joining wet streams,
As my heart bursts at the seams,
Will this feeling last forever or diminish?
I hope to feel peace before death spell's cast,
before my life reaches its finish.
I wish to leave all pain in the past,
And have a heart heavy, full of love that lasts.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
Your angelic words wrapped with demonic intent
Wont reach me from all the way up there
Your pedestal is too high, I'm afraid I can't hear a word you say
Your godlike vocabulary can't hide that devilish motive
And for as much as you lie, you are one awful liar
That angel light of yours can't blind me anymore
I have a special pair of sunglasses now
They block out all the repugnant **** from sight
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
If Butterflies could speak,
Would we hear your lullaby?
A tale of a mountain peak,
And roses tumbling from the sky...
If Heaven were a sound,
Would we hear your voice?
Singing out aloud,
Dancing, as we rejoice...
If Angels were to walk this ground,
Would we get to see your face?
Would we finally be found?
To be Blessed with your embrace...
A magnificent glow,
As we Light up the Earth.
Creating a state of flow,
As your presence brings a rebirth...
We are waiting for you,
So we may fall into your love.
We are craving you,
So we may soar up above...
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC