"angelical" poems
The dying hero said
To his wife and his beloved children
"I obliged you not to follow the same path I took."
With those words,
His daughter inquired,
*"Father, how come not if it was a beautiful path
with those roses and dandelions,
showered by a blazing yellow hot sun
glittered with cotton candy sky
and a bouquet of trees and a choir of angelical wind?"*
The hero stared blanky at his daughter
His heart gasped a beat and mouthed the words,
*"Singsong the truth without coated sugar,
the world needs the intellectuals
with skills and talents,
neccessary for humanity to survive,
be a doctor who cures the sick,
be an engineer who builds
be a lawyer, be a farmer or a fisher,
anything will do but not the one I am."*
Silence.
*"They are nothing without words,
They are nothing but robots,
without the tune of the tongue,
without the ink of the heart,
the world for them is all but rigid,
round but pointed,
with air but not breathing.
Words can **** but words can also heal."*
The girl paused, then stand.
*"Father can crack the caramel paint
and reveals of what's the truth,
I am who I am
and I am what father can do."*
It was midnight.
The hero died.
A dead man and a dead will.
His deed still lives in pages,
and in the veins of his female kid.
A rebel daughter was born.
Her words were nothing for an empty soil.
A dead will and a dead man.
He wrote poems.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
“If you are mean with me, I’ll be meaner with you”
When you do something “wrong” or the evilest thing towards someone, they take revenge of that
Instead of take advantage of that situation and person and trying to be better than those, than them.
They need, they have the desire to be more devilish.
It’s pathetic. Mediocre.
People seem to be angels, the purest souls. Even the ones who are good human beings.
But we all have a demon burning inside of us, yelling to escape, to be free.
But that chaos which people have is major.
They sell you an angelical aura, the best moral, and the darkness inside of them is unexpected.
Even the one who can be “an angel” is and could be the malevolent ******
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
ángeles belongeth a los ángeles, no ángel para el hombre, los ángeles merecen el cielo, no buscado planes falsos, ángel son angelical, volar a cosmos polvos, los diarios de estos ángeles, a nosotros los seres humanos, es imprescindible !!!!
Spanish version
English verison-
Angels belongeth to angels, not angel to man, angels deserve heaven, not sought fake plans, angels are angelic, flying to cosmos dusts, diaries by these angels, to thou humans, is a must !!!!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Porque me ven la barba y el pelo y la alta pipa
dicen que soy poeta..., cuando no porque iluso
suelo rimar -en verso de contorno difuso-
mi viaje byroniano por las vegas del Zipa...,
tal un ventripotente agrómena de jipa
a quien por un capricho de su caletre obtuso
se le antoja, fingirse paraísos...! ¡al uso
de alucinado Poe que el alcohol destripa!, 1
de Baudelaire diabólico, de angelical Verlaine,
de Arthur Rimbaud malévolo, de sensorial Rubén,
y en fin... ¡hasta del Padre Víctor Hugo omniforme...!
¡Y tánta tierra inútil por escasez de músculos!
¡tánta industria novísima! ¡tánto almacén enorme...!
Pero es tan bello ver fugarse los crepúsculos... 2
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Thankfully my brother didn't surrender his life
I really don't know what to say to his daughter and wife
That event brought me here
My mother love me, but can't now keep me near
I was often silenced at first
Almost rejecting everything that will keep my pulse
Food, water, medication if only i can reject air
To make an end to this head that was so unclear
I saw a lot of me here
I know how hard for them too
Some are losing hope
Others not giving up trying to cope
To then i remember the pages that i've wrote
Most are poetry that are giving hope
I miss that passion and that feeling
Giving me a reason to fast track my healing
Now I have a reason to be alive and not to be dead
All I want now is to keep my body this head
I will be free soon and fly like a balloon
And I will write a poetry about the shining moon
"Come let's make love" those nymphs voices again
"Join us praise satan our god" that demon shows begin
"No let's go to heaven and sing" what an angelical voice
"Hey let's play" clowns giving me a wonderful toy
"No, No, Never..." I told them "for now i'm such a big boy"
"Come let's write a story" a dead poet say
I followed him so quickly
And we began to write ...... an unknown poetry......
written: august 5, 2014 at 11:00 pm PH time
Mysterious Aries
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Angelical whisper
Beyond the spectrum of sound
Speaks to the downtrodden
Where brokenness abounds
Surely there must be a reason
For living in this maze
Dead ends like lost lovers
Children gone astray …
To live the life of morals
To seek out happiness
To hold a dying friend
To forgive the Judas kiss
All last but a moment
Like an eternal fleeting glance
As we pray somehow forever
Holds a second chance...
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Shakespearian Quatrain breathes
angelical choirs rise
steam from melting cold
anchors weigh down dreams
twin like orbits
shift and decay in wind
Dec 29, 2009
Dec 29, 2009 at 4:54 AM UTC
Rain
As I was sitting in the Dark, Contemplating The Chaos
Of The Eternal Path of Wasted Incarnations
A Thunderstorm Raged Echoing the Internal Turmoil
Lightning’s Blazing the Sky of a Scattered Soul
Rain Was Pouring, Tears Of Cumulated Meaningless Lives
Filling Earth With Life and Floodding The Emerald Eyes
Flowing Down in Rivulets Filling a Waterfall of Pearls
Smashing Down on The Cold Marble of The Heart
Dark Heavy Clouds Accumulating Above
Filling The Remaining Open Channel
Blocking The Dim Moon Rays Left
Only Source of The Remaining Of Life
Thunder Raging, Covering the Howling
Of Despair Running Through the Crimson Rivers
Of The Fluid Of My Damnation
Keeping Life Running in a Soulless Body
Lightning Stripping a Dark Sky
Emanating From the Scars
Of The Gloomy Heart
Glowing In a Purple Shard
I Invoke You, Love Of Many Lives
Life Of Many Loves
As You Can Hear Through
Time, Space and Curses
Call Upon Earth To Regain Strength
Call Upon Fire To Be the Once Known Phoenix
Call Upon Water To Open Dimension Doors
Call Upon Air to Learn to Fly Again
Break your Chains and Set You Free
For Mine’s are To Numerous and Heavy
Set Ablaze the Internal Magick
And Walk the Tinny Step to Set Me Free
As By Seeing Your Angelical Face
By Hearing the Musical Spheres of You Smiles
By Feeling The Warmth Of Your Heart
I will, at last, rest in Peace
Warlock
Nov 28, 2009
Nov 28, 2009 at 5:43 AM UTC
An ugly Ogre hid behind a tree
Just to see the Princess on her Steed
He thought the Princess So Lovely
He painted minerals on the Bark of a Tree
Each Day as She passed he etched Gently
Of her passing in beauty upon her Ride
He continued adding detail.....
On the Smooth bark side
A beautiful vision of his Love of Her
One day he was spotted
By the Princesses Guard Who
Launched a spear into the Ogre
The Princess Rode over to see
And under the tree she saw
A Beautiful Painting of her on her Horse
When She realized soft tears fell
The Ogre Painted her Angelical
And from the Guard's Alarm
The Ogre was no harm.....
And the art of his Charm
Was eternally Lost...
The princess had the Painting
Hung in a small Garden...
For one who Paid the Cost
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Hopes wreckage lays across the land of despondency
now the dominion of lost souls and broken dreams
for on the throne of hateful menace and blight to mankind
sits in the unspoken divinity of tidal times unfinished wars
and crawling by the feet of this turncoat angelical soldier
do the poets of suicidal tendency curse the day they were born
Above this dire land of nightmares scream mechanical hate machines
trading black thoughts into fumes on crimson skies of ****** ignorance
faithless knights kneel in submission and weep bitter tears
then on command gouge out their own eyes in total submission
all now is lost scream the heroes of ever lasting light
folding space making fast their unforgiving retreat.
Now this ravaged dying orb starts to shudder and shake
as do the last of the faithful who now communion do take
to the last they die standing on their feet
on the blooded cruel plains of utter defeat.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
The air is stayed
By the hum of voices
They whisper through the divides
Between each leaf and branch
As smooth and unnoticeable
As the green beetles slow crawl and watchful eye
Voices trickle down the transparent
Curving body of the forest’s streams
Every caress the waters
Give to the rocks
Whose slippery surfaces are gowned
With moss so green
Chew more and more away
The cold stone
The vibration of every tone
Shakes the dome topped dew
Droplets from the blades of grass
That in the night’s closed walls
Grow still
With no wind to blow
No sun light to warm them
Nature thrives through these voices
As these voices thrive through nature
Nature keeps counsel with all life
And dances arm in arm with death
Life
Death
Nature
They resemble tapestries
That hung on the walls
Of medieval halls
Tapestries of three intertwining serpents
Each devouring the other
Forming a cycle
Of continuous rebirth
The beetle chews the leaf
The bird swallows the beetle
The fox eats the bird
The leaf falls from the branch
The stream carries it down its rapids
The fish nip at it thinking it is an insect
And the bird catches the fish
Particles are born
Angelical masks are worn
Tragic ends in lives are torn
And everything is reborn
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
suas palavras me dão espasmos
o jeito que você canta feito um gatinho miando
seus olhos me cercando por todos os lados
sua voz suave me cortando me roubando o oxigênio
atingindo-me no meio do peito feito uma lança
que me atravessa e me faz sangrar e só parar ate conseguir ouvir de novo
sua voz de abandono tão doce tão suave que me faz querer vomitar
que contrai todos os poros do meu corpo e por um segundo para todos os meus órgãos e me seca e sufoca e aperta e queima feito ácido por dentro
e seu corpo tão suave e tão belo e tão angelical tão ingênuo e me faz
querer te usar te corromper é como garras rasgando minha pele como álcool no meu sangue que arrepia cada pelo do meu corpo e me faz te querer mais e mais
toda manhã em que eu acordo sem seu sorriso de quem pede carinho e pede amor mas eu não posso te dar amor por que você é diferente você é especial você está tão distante de correr esse risco, mas eu te quero, eu te quero.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Need a coat it’s raining
White grains from the cloud
To my past
There you are
Like a flowers’ peak bloom
Smiling
An angelical voice
Singing
The shiniest star
So captivating
Then,
When we’re young
I’m just a fool
So unwise
And so blind
Haven’t seen you
As you are
The shiniest light of your star
The lovely scent of your flower
The saintly voice when you sing
Now,
Was just a dream
Was just a dream
6-08-2016
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
See if one was to seeith mine amare
Reading all the books she readeth
Any human being wouldst asketh,
Why doth she readeth all these books?
Well friend..
I canst telleth thou this..
She's an ser angelical,
She already knoweth heavenly knowledge....
She just likes to learn about the human race....
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
I couldst just telleth by her luminous crystal tiara,
And her eburnean alabaster capa
That she was an ser angelical...........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Came in with an angelical way, with her golden hair matching the color of the stars, dancing with the wind across the rings of smoke from cigarettes.
Her silhouette shined more than the mighty light of the silver moon. Her dress with the waves of the wind moved slowly as if it were a pair of wings making her look like an angel coming down from heaven.
Her tiny voice made it look harder to know if she was just like us. It was so bright and mysterious at the same time, like a dark, cute and shining light coming towards you, sending your thoughts to this confusing place in your mind, not knowing where it is.
She was just a lightening thunder of happiness
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
She was the kind of girl who believed in true love.
She believed in the fairy tales.
She wanted to believe that was enough.
She just wanted to get out of this jail.
She wasn’t pretty.
She was magical.
She had the heart of the city.
She was angelical.
But her mind was dark.
She would sit in the park.
Watch the little kids go by
Wondering why.
She was a little girl who grew up too fast.
She lost her innocence when she was only five.
When she cried, it was the last.
It was the water, where she dived.
She would hold her breath.
Open her eyes.
See a flash of death.
And in her heart, she dies.
She grasped for air.
This life wasn’t fair.
And yet for some reason she cared.
She was so unprepared.
She wrapped her arms around herself.
As she put her mind back on the self.
In the depths of her mind.
She was undefined.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
For years that house has felt more like a cage.
Now I am a unicorn roaming free.
Though as I stride, I am still on your stage.
You're the director and won't leave me be.
My world is like your glass menagerie.
Angelical but yet oh so fragile.
At night you visit it as a fairy;
In the day you are there, oh so agile.
I stand here before you in a flimsy light,
from the reflections of my empty drinks.
I just keep wishing you'll help me take flight,
if we could only break our family jinx.
The stone which I hurled has shattered me too.
I should have known you were always my glue.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
They say God is on his way
Oh the big theory that's in the sky?
Who cares though but who's Adonai?
Still I get a check that I'm not doing fine..
If your really then show me now.
You know my pills are not working now.
I smoked 4 times and I liked the high
But I don't like to Hide ima blatant guy they can see that I'm all my writes.
But what right do I have to come and see you Christ?
I know Shivia and other Types
Greek Gods and Zeus wife
But why do this one stick to me?
Maybe cause all of them are blatant
And you don't Hide but there's radiant
And when you save a Man you died for him..
What other God that I know that did?
I needed that
When you come come I'll be waiting
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
Yo también, cual los héroes medievales
que viven con la vida de la fama,
luché por tres divinos ideales:
¡por mi Dios, por mi Patria y por mi Dama!
Hoy que Dios ante mí su faz esconde,
que la Patria me niega su ternura
de madre, y que a mi acento no responde
la voz angelical de la Hermosura,
rendido bajo el peso del destino
esquivando el combate, siempre rudo,
heme puesto a la vera del camino,
resuelto a descansar sobre mi escudo.
Quizá mañana, con afán contrario,
ajustándome el casco y la loriga,
de nuevo iré tras el combate diario,
exclamando: ¡Quién me ame que me siga!
...Mas hoy dejadme, aunque a la gloria pese,
dormir en paz sobre mi escudo roto;
dejad qu'en mi redor el ruido cese,
que la brisa noctívaga me bese
y el Olvido me de su flor de Loto...
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Are you even real?
You see, I said “Love is disease,”
and you said “It doesn't exist,”
still, you make me believe.
Is all this arbitrary?
Are we just words,
written in tears by a madman
in books in library?
Who are you, girl?
I asked the sky, it whispered back to me
it spoke about alluring beauty,
that cannot be unseen.
So close and yet so far,
one must ask the God, why?
Maybe it's just a trick of mind,
maybe, but I have to find out.
Let me think and let me dream,
for the sweetest dream there have never been.
Let it linger for a while,
before you say your last goodbye.
And the jet planes,
angelical guardians of intercontinental love,
spread their wings to carry you once more
across the ocean of deepest blues.
Reaching for the stars so high,
that you will touch the heaven,
and gently fall asleep,
tell me, are you dreaming
a dream of us?
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Al oír tu dulce acento
me subyuga la emoción,
y en un mudo arrobamiento
se arrodilla el pensamiento
y palpita el corazón...
Al oír tu dulce acento.Canta, virgen, yo lo imploro;
que tu voz angelical
semeja el rumor sonoro
de leve lluvia de oro
sobre campo de cristal.
Canta, virgen, yo lo imploro:
es de alondra tu garganta,
¡canta!¡Qué vagas melancolías
hay en tu voz! Bien se ve
que son amargos tus días.
Huyeron las alegrías,
tu corazón presa fue
de vagas melancolías.¡Por piedad! ¡No cantes ya,
que tu voz al alma hiere!
Nuestro amor, ¿en dónde está?
Ya se fue... todo se va...
Ya murió... todo se muere...
Por piedad, no cantes ya,
que la pena me avasalla...
¡Calla!
365
I fall a little more for you,
in those moments, where unbeknownst to time,
I steal a few minutes from him,
so that I may quietly enchant myself;
in the simplicity of your being,
the candor of your absentminded stare,
the contrast of this almost childlike innocence, and the temple of your manhood,
this strength and vulnerability that personifies you,
joyful and lugubrious,
devilishly angelic,
tender and harsh, at times,
light and darkness,
lucid and obtuse, sometimes,
salacious and upright,
fierce and bashful,
Typhoon and the calm,
everything and nothing,
I absolutely and deliriously,
will continue to steal those minutes from Master Time.
I fall more in love with your duplicity--every more.
You are by far, the most complex human being in the world!
and I….. well, I am honored to love you, the way I do!
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Me enamoro un poco más de ti,
en esos momentos donde, ni el tiempo vislumbra,
que le robo unos minutos, para discretamente deleitarme de toda:
Esa sencillez de tu ser,
la candidez de tu mirada ausentada,
el contraste de esa inocencia casi infantil, y, el temple de tu hombría,
esa fortaleza y vulnerabilidad que te caracteriza,
risueño y lúgubre,
angelical y luciferino,
tierno e impiadoso a veces,
luz y oscuridad,
lucido y lerdo-al mismo tiempo,
procaz y recatado,
feroz y nocivo,
tifón y calma,
todo y nada,
absolutamente y delirantemente,
amo robarle esos minutos al tiempo.
Me doy cuenta que me enamora tu duplicidad cada día mas.
Eres el ser más complejo del mundo,,,,,,
Y yo encantada de amarte como lo estoy haciendo!
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC