Angelique Poems

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Angelique

Angelique long poem

Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless

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Hope Of Lost Love

Hope Of Lost Love ballad

Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,

I Think So I Am

I Think So I Am short poem

Grant me freedom, the freedom of choice. Freedom to be born and the freedom of voice. Give me the freedom to do things on my own, Give me the gift of confidence, when I am little and when I am

Two Lane West

Two Lane West short poem

Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is

Won’t Be Told.

Wont Be Told. short poem

Time and time again I am completely misunderstood Not conforming to social norms that I should I will rebel if people disapprove the way I live my life If told to do something I’ll do it more for spite As

Light

Light short poem

There’s a light in my garden, a light in the night. Giving light all around to make everything bright. I peacefully sit out there when evening is here, and wait for my gecko’s who come and play with much flair.

Words Alone

Words Alone short poem

As if words of love could stand alone, Give shelter and feed me. Days when I was hungry, he fed, Provided for another family, But wrote and boasted about me. Cold nights caused me to shiver. No furious fire could

Manchester England May 22nd 2017

Manchester England May 22nd 2017 elegy

Explosions rocked Manchester Arena after finale of Ariana Grande concert where just moment before avid fans of this idol did cavort and flirt shattering poignant moments, when one than another attendant did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt now treasured

I Search

I Search short poem

I search for depth in my shallow life I search for height on a low divide I search for purpose yet unfound I search for dreams stashed in the ground I search for souls that are themselves I search for

Farewell

Farewell short poem

They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,

If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time

If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time ballad

One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the fading sun upon the

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

The Door In The Floor

The Door In The Floor long poem

Sometimes, I look for a door in the floor of my bedroom— even though there’s no such door—just because it’ll be such an awesome thing to have. Wouldn’t you want one? I’ll become the envy of all my (imaginary) friends.

Sysiphus

Sysiphus prose poem

Since Sysiphus had been driven out of Hell, as a punishment for his rebellion, and since it was written on its entrances that he is a persona non grata – since that old time, Sysiphus is still carrying up his

We Hope

We Hope short poem

We hope for eternity We hope for relief We hope for peace We hope for change Our hopes shattered Our hopes shredded Our hopes shambled Our hopes shortened We still hope not to die We still hope not to ail

Angel In My Eyes

Angel In My Eyes short poem

You there, strong-willed and so brave, smart and so kind. You there sitting and having a hard time, eyes holding back tears you’re afraid to let flow. Let them fall angel, let them all go. You’re not just a fighter

Season Of Ochre Robe

Season Of Ochre Robe short poem

Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and

Angry Eagle

Angry Eagle short poem

Loyal to the mount and the sky above The Eagle really only wants to soar high On the wings of love Oh but lest he be provoked he can be your Worst enemy or your worst nightmare… He is a

Reading Emily Dickinson’s Poem

Reading Emily Dickinsons Poem short poem

If Hope is the thing with feathers, perhaps Life is that stony thing, that stony Enigma. If someday, somehow, somewhere, I catch some glimpses of what makes a heart, a stone, and what makes a stone, watery before someone dies…

Poppies

Poppies short poem

As poppies drip blood red petals Among the fields where souls do roam A silenced voice away from home Buried deep with twisted metals Khaki men are dead and rotting As poppies drip blood red petals Overgrown with rats and

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

Goddess

Goddess long poem

You are a Goddess, held upright With hands that warm the soul and a voice that soothes. Like water you take any form. Spreading in a dream that falls like drops of reign. You are a Goddess, in the form

The Journey Of Life

The Journey Of Life prose poem

The journey if it begins Is a long one. Spanning into days and years. Would you be able to bear With me for so long? Would you be able to wake up To the steady degradation of me? Every day,

Show that you Care

Show that you Care short poem

Stay true to you Stay away from the other you Don’t lie and you wont ever cry Don’t do the things you shouldn’t do And don’t feel troubled about the things you did or want to do Stay strong, don’t

Alive To Me

Alive To Me short poem

I can see your face, hear you laugh As if it was only yesterday. I see you run,jump and smile Delight in watching you play. Where have you all gone? You are all still real to me I see you

A Testimony To Emptiness

A Testimony To Emptiness ballad

The poet takes the fall The ballads turn to the darkest alibis The bottles’ staring at me Emptied faster than they could sing The sorrows’ in the sky Clouded thoughts reigning from within The memory of your touch Buried in

His Life. His Death.

His Life. His Death. short poem

Like the dew of the morning brings And takes away at dawn The bliss and the joy of what was created at night, he too, when he chose to get the cords pulled, did not blink to think twice about

Left Right

Left Right prose poem

When I was in college To attain knowledge Left Right was the command Became a brand Of my drill master Shouted in fervor And every morning followed Never evaded that code It became customary A nutrition free To activate physique

Pain

Pain short poem

Pain none can share Pain one need to bear Pain one can inflict Pain none can escape Pain rues the mind Pain is part of life Pain none wants Pain is the villain of peace Pain inflicted on Mother when

On A Walk In He Park

On A Walk In He Park short poem

Version 2 changes On A Walk in The Park One day on a walk in the park we ran into an arc of the past with a start You ask how many years have passed more than fifty hold fast

Dawn

Dawn short poem

Day’s beautiful moment starts at dawn, It finds me in the mysterious hands of night. It’s loveliness does not fade, when the sun rises. A day starts with a freshness of the dawn, It brings a ray of hope, which

Spare A Little Miracle On Me

Spare A Little Miracle On Me short poem

I’ve always been optimistic about my Life but now I’m not so sure, I can’t even Think straight anymore… It seems as tho life is just passing me by And I can’t find anything to hold onto No more oh

Peace

Peace short poem

Be with me in this zone of pain. My poems was walking through me. The flute I broke, in the river of silence. Someone was whispering to me in sleep. Why this desire of awakening in darkness, when light was

Life

Life short poem

Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever

A Walk Along The Tides

A Walk Along The Tides long poem

I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held

Self-esteem

Self esteem long poem

Submerged in the bitter waters of negativity I felt like I was walking on air It’s as if my air of arrogance allowed me to defy gravity To make me less dense than a strand of hair I was proud.

Home

Home short poem

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

Illuminating Love

Illuminating Love long poem

time after time I sit and wait for your call pouring from a thick alabaster flask a sip of port think back to a nursery rhyme to evoke lasting feelings intact conclaves of better days with your hand to touch

What Has To Stay

What Has To Stay short poem

Like I want to erase the fear before I light a remote fire in the blue veins. Actually this was the crisis of self pride in manic depression seeking the anonymity of toes tracing the footpath. Becoming a paper-boat in

Until Next Time

Until Next Time short poem

Life Full of pain and strife How cruel, to snatch away all the good things I had Until I was left with only the bad Why did you have to leave so soon? I miss the times when we used