Angel Poems
From An Essay On Man
by Alexander Pope
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n,
That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n:
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Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Friendship's Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia
by Katherine Philips
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COme, my Lucasia, since we see
That Miracles Mens faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry world let's prove
There's a Religion in our Love.
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For though we were design'd t' agree,
That Fate no liberty destroyes,
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The Destruction Of Sennacherib
by George Gordon Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
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A Story
by Li-Young Lee
Sad is the man who is asked for a story
and can't come up with one.
His five-year-old son waits in his lap.
Not the same story, Baba. A new one.
The man rubs his chin, scratches his ear.
In a room full of books in a world
of stories, he can recall
not one, and soon, he thinks, the boy
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Botox
by Leon Moon
an angel is reborn
without wings or horn
an angel is reborn.
a perfect child
with no memory of dawn
with no knowledge at all.
A Sonnet 07: Bad Angel
by Ayatullah Nurjati
You came when I was got in trouble like an angel
But I do realize that I am just bait for achieve your success
It is being different now it turns out you are a predator ready to eat me at any time by crushing the body into small pieces likes aero gel
My body is currently fat and I don't realize that I have always been fed by you and will become a meaningful meal for you with various processes
Usually the devil is male although the appearance of his female partner and it is you who are also very fierce
You are a woman who is fierce but your beautiful face seems to leave everything behind
Right now I can't do much because the flogging and the shackles you gave me can't pierce
The shackles were so strong and so hard to let go with my two hands and it is left behind
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I Am Searching For A Real Hero
by Hébert Logerie
I am searching for a real Hero
Not a virtual or an actual zero
I am searching for many Heroes
And I want to earn many zeros
After any number greater than one
I want to go beyond the Heaven
But I don’t want to get high
I want to go high, high, high
And get as much knowledge that I can
And I want to say that yes, I can
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The Broken Angel
by Nirav Khanal
On the dark and gloomy night
Walking down the lonely trail
As if she was destined to fail.
With no clear destination in her mind
Escaping from something
Maybe it’s from her past.
With all the heartbreaks and scars
She wears her beautiful smile
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Angel of Light
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
beaming kindliness
in radiance and colors
yields life changing love
grace personified
sign of love everlasting
and prayers answered
beautiful mercy
in orange sun of our days
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