The angels fall from
heaven but we wonder why.
Because there is just
too much of heaven.
Souls crying for release
from their torture in life.
The reaper reappearing from his
grave that I buried him in.
Pools filled with money
for our own comfort.
We can not buy death
off with money.
Because there is no
love or friendship.
A turn of the hand will
show you your destiny.
And yet we are all
money dependents.
Just maybe we don't have
TOO MUCH OF HEAVEN.
Author notes
i was listening too Eiffel 65-Too Much Of Heaven when i wrote this my poems have inspired by the music i have been listening to reaceently so please bear with me it will pass soon enough i hope.
A contest entry
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Comments
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I like your style ~ in poetry ~ you really have a unique style all to your own ~
Thanks so much for entering the "Set the bar" contest ~ I do appreciate you sharing your work with me ~ best of luck to you! -
You were listening to Eiffel 65-Too Much of Heaven? That must have been nice for you. Who is she when she is at home?
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very sad indeed.
can feel the pain. -
"Pools filled with money
for our own comfort.
We can not buy death
off with money."
true, true, and true!
we can't buy death off with money, however we can buy a little more time if we play our cards right but how many of us do that, we blow our money on drugs and items we don't need- instead of using it wisely...
well it's always nice to read poems inspired by other works of art.
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