Worn faded beauty are the wings of the angel,
Who sits upon a throne made from gold.
Cello upon lap now broken wood,
Many tunes in which it has held.
Her last songs are being played, disappearing memories of her love.
The black rose has fallen to cast the end
The arrival of death has been nearing,
And her sweet songs of hope are slowly eroding.
Your time has come as it was known,
Sitting staggered upon your throne.
Don't shed your tears upon your lap,
Let them fall into your cello.
She will be there to catch the storm.
Share memories, until the stone.
You are nearly lost, my dearest angel,
We all die some time.
But play me a last tune, so I remember,
To keep playing, for in spirit you are by myside.
Author notes
I play cello, so I was glad the picture included this beautiful instrument! The angel of the cello is dieing, but she will be by the side of every person who pursues her beauty! She will support and be wherever you go. Believe in the cello angel!
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired! by SpydurPoet.
675 points, ended September 9, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A chance for gold by Virgoan.
500 points, ended September 24, 2007, 49 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Contemporary and beautiful!
"The arrival of death has been nearing,
And her sweet songs of hope are slowly eroding." - nice lines
Thanks so much for sharing and I wish you all the best in the contest. Keep writing fellow poet.
>>>VIRGOAN
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Wowsers.
Distinct honorific sanctity to a longing artist!! Play for life!!
I have a friend who plays cello and who is inspired by another...
She plays with Tricky Pixie:
http://www.trickypixie.com/
And my player has been sparked by:
http://www.cellobop.com/
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BEST
Sam your a beautiful person, and now alot more people know. -
SAM YOU KEEP THE ANGEL ALIVE. I see you focus in your music and I see those little angel wings on your back, then when Anthony walks into the room they turn to black charcoal and shrivel up! Hehe joking... or am i?
I love the meaning you have put into this poem. I think you'll get a place!!! I loved the metaphors within the piece they really got to me.
'The black rose has fallen to cast the end
The arrival of death has been nearing,
And her sweet songs of hope are slowly eroding.'
I really loved this verse. The image of a black rose being thrown and landing on the stage really got me. Hehe and plus I love how you used the word eroding it gave me the image of music being torn into strips before my very eyes!! NOOOOO
GOOD LUCK! GO TEAM ALFRED
Sorath
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i loooooove you all
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This was an amazing poem. Glad to find someone who plays strings. I used to play the violin. Thanks for entering ths contest!
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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This is absolutely
My FAVORITE poem by you
Holy shit. Great job. You better win the contest, or I'll have to kill somebody
Simplicity in your words paint a canvas of vivid imagery.
♥
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i love the lines:
"You are nearly lost, my dearest angel,
We all die some time."
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so sad and beautiful.
nice work.
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