a child of
the nights
darken sky
flame from
this candle
light softly
her way for
a little blue
angel child
she has fallen from the light
lost child waits in the night
hold tight little miss angel
saving her
charms for
the one to
come with
grace and
not see the
scars she’s
hiding nor
the pain of
being one
un claimed!
she's just
nobody's
angel
not
1
Author notes
Written August 5th, 2006
A contest entry
- Poem shapes & formats by Ringside.
550 points, ended February 7, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Shape poetry any theme you like any topic by Entwining Beauty.
300 points, ended July 22, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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what a great job you did on the shape of this piece
angel child
she has fallen from the light
lost child waits in the night
hold tight little miss angel
saving her
charms for
the one to
come with
grace and
not see the
scars she’s
hiding nor
the pain of
being one
un claimed!
she's just
nobody's
angel
not
1
I like those lines the most they are very good good write
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Congratulatons on the bronze a heartfelt piece and great job on the shape with it. Sherry
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Congratulations on the bronze with a powerful and amazing shape poem. An excellent read...Sue
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i love this wonderful poem, i love the words and the powerful expressions you have used, i like the way you have made the dagger its really cool, good luck in the contest, and as always keep up the wonderful writing, ~Amy
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Oh wow this is simply breath taking power of pain and sadness and the shape is amazingly done good luck
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Congratulations on the Bronze!
So sorry I thought I had commented on this
Excellently formed. I did like how you finished
to make the point.
Linda
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Oh wow hun, you should do more of this shape poetry it was magnificent... can't be easy to do it in shape like that so hats off to you and the message so sad, truly like a dagger to the heart.... to be unclaimed, unloved and unwanted.... well done on the bronze babe, well deserved
Karen
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Wow, I love the dagger. chilling. Great job. Thank you for entering the contest and good luck.
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This is really very good. I love the picture you paint with the words visually as well as mentally.
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Unclaimed and yet desirous of a paternal hand and a maternal love which beckons and your poem drips hot wax upon the soft hearts of the readers' and then I am no different in this context and your words bespeak despair amidst beauty and beauty amidst angst Shubs
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When the light falls from the sky
And darkness begins setting on the horizon
The howl of the wolf, Will become vein
The demonic souls of hell,
Will lurch out at our innocence
As if these angels had never exsisted..
Man kind will become extinct...
No more being human...
A very powerful write
That drew a million different images
Up inside of me..
Damn going to have to
Kneel again and say this quick
Thou own eyes
Have yet to see
An angel
Even closely
Resembling
Love torwards me
Til thou
Sliced his wrists
And comitted him self
Onto his own grave
The grave I call my stain
Poetry..
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Beautiful
To be an angel you must first know pain.
And to love an angel you must see the pain within her eyes.
And to feel an angels touch, you must know pain also.
What a wonderful inspiring heartfelt write.
Thankyou so much for sharing with me.
Edited on Aug 05, 7:37 p.m. because ''.
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