When I close my eyes I can see them again,
Their beautiful eyes are crying tears of hurt.
Once their wings were so pure and so white,
and now they're all shredded and matted.
I look at them and know it's all my fault.
Their halos of spun golden thread shone so bright,
they fell from the heavens and shattered to pieces.
What of the harps that once sung so sweetly?
the strings are snapped and the bodies are broken,
the precious music will never be heard again.
I look at them and know it's all my fault.
Each time I make them hurt, I ask myself why I did it again,
but still I see the angels and their broken halos,
their crumpled wings, destraught faces...
A contest entry
- Anything Free Verse by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended March 5, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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Definitely a very beautiful poem. Not specifically what I was looking for in the contest but a good read non-the-less.
thanks,
John -
Beautiful words, friend. Bittersweet too...thank you for entering. This one will not leave empty-handed.
...Will -
I can actually invision angels, until you got tinto broken halos and broken paiinful stuff, big chage. Good poem though.
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lol..I was jusdt kidding!
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AND YOU TOLD ME THIS WASNT GOOD???!?!?!?!? If you DONT enter this in a contest...i will truly go mad with frustration, hack your account...do it for you...then killmyself...then you...!
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i love this its a real change from the rest of them, well done i love
"this bit Each time I make them hurt, I ask myself why I did it again,
but still I see the angels and their broken halos,
their crumpled wings, destraught faces..." claps for beth!!
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