You, My Angel!

You, My Angel! short poem

Photo by hile

“Don’t whisper something in my ear,
So sweet your voice be, that I’ll collapse,
Together we be, just you and I, till eternity,
No worry, no care about the time lapse.

Don’t you appear in the bowl of my eye,
For my conscience won’t allow me to blink,
Be cuteness a drop, you’d be an ocean,
Which in I, would love to sink.

Don’t you contact my skin in anyway,
For I’ll turn the purest of all,
So divine your every bit is,
How could I resist the fall?

Innocence originated from your smile,
You’ve been reflecting beauty since a while,
Your eyes have that angel like shine,
Oh, I wish, an angel like you could be mine.”

– Said a mortal someday.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Himanshu Bageshara

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I survived Intermediate high school. Although nothing more than a student for now, but nothing less than a poet too. Just 18 and carry way too much emotion in my head, well, that's poet-like.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

My Silent Plant

My Silent Plant short poem

Part of my family, you’ve always been. Earth is our house; the flower pot is Eden. We are a union of Chlorophyll and melanin. Chlorophyll gives you an ever-green colour. Melanin determines my skin colour. I still however, don’t know

My Husband

My Husband short poem

My morning starts With your energetic smile… My night ends With your sweet kisses… My evening passes With your soulful hugs… My afternoons are Like your burning desire… My life started With my parents… And it will going to End

Be The Change You Want To See

Be The Change You Want To See short poem

Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust

An Angel

An Angel ode

Fine is the wine drops from your lips; To dance and to sing, I hold your hips; Sugary bread we eat is from your oven, An angel appeared now she is from heaven. Knowing nothing new on loving trends, Forget

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You?

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You? long poem

Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt