I saw the Angel sing aloud.
Wake up sleeping world!
His power withdrew from a voice of fire
His guise glimmered in blinding light
He is the Bright Morning Star.
the Angel, how he sings
sweet melodies on twisted dreams
he fights the Serpent's epiphany;
this is what brings life to thee.
And so sobbed the Sun,
twisted endeavours that make blood run
endurance of hate not found
the Angel, how he comes.
the night owl screeches in pain
feigned in fear again
the Angel, how he sees
how he frees.
and now I die
left to drown in a cradle of discontent
filth consumes my mind,
dries my blood.
but the Angel extends his hand and lifts me
away from this sordid plane
and flies me to heaven
this Angel, how loving is he.
this Angel, how he sings!
A contest entry
- Show your love for Jesus by Shining for You.
700 points, ended August 4, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
why so random?
Comments
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I enjoyed reading this!
Great write!
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I enjoyed reading this poem. I like your vocabulary and word choice in the beginning of the poem.
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Capitalize the first of every line.
Line 5: capitalize "the"
Great poem about our Lord. -
well done
With God on our side we should not fear the evil of this world for he is with us always .Good luck in the contest
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