Angels are the people down there,
The ones to good for good heaven in the air,
They go to the universe, happy and free,
They sing songs merrily,
Their hearts turn into balls of fire,
Beautiful, couragely, and brave,
And the world's breathe they save,
Into a thousand different journeys in their own paradise,
Into their own special heaven, that they only like.
They sing for the angels, higher than them,
They don't cut below the dress, they laugh higher then the hem,
They're purer than the angels, almost as good as our lord,
They fight evil demons, with the good fire sword.
Their hearts when finished their journey,
When they've finished their task,
Their hearts fly up in the air,
Turning twinkling stars at last.
A contest entry
- The Stars by Peachy.
750 points, ended March 1, 15 entries
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Bueatiful ideas and images in this poem. Pen on
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I love the idea of this poem, how the angels turn into stars.
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Its very nice actually and i love some of the phrases specially,thanks for sharing!
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they dont cut below the dress they sing higher than the hem, wow thats incrdibe imagry, this is excellent
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different journey in their won paradise those are great words because we think of stars or traveling to stars as a journey it is good you mentioned stars at the and good and evil, good flow of ideas with rhythmn good free verse
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