Not all angels are born with wings
With halos hidden and wings not grown
They take whatever life brings
Even if it means being alone
When shadows begin to devour
They are the first ablaze
Even if the problems are ours
Their light will never faze
These angels are few and faraway
And are often entangled
In another's dismay
I'm still seeking
For an angel near me
Patience is weakening
For there is none to see
A contest entry
- Rhyming Rumble 1 ( part one of a 3 part series ) by RuthKephart.
525 points, ended April 5, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Well I think it's bad, what do you think?
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Just back for another look
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Very nice. I did enjoy this very much. Nice rhyme, beautiful flow. Sad in the search, but then, some things are. You have evoked emotion. Well done and best of luck. ~Pamela
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I'm not sure if you're missing a line on stanza 3 or not or if you meant it to be that way...sort of threw me off a bit there but if I'm being honest I enjoyed the flow, rhyme, and message in that stanza more than the others. I believe with a bit of fine tuning this could be a really great poem but there are some problems with meter right now. Feel free to make any changes you want as I'll be back for at least one more reread before judging. Thank you for the entry and best wishes in the contest
Ruth
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