Angel Nor A Saint

by LadyPearl   Jan 1, 2007


Guardians, awake from your tapestries
Light the torches where Angels sing
Bring your scriptures, bring all your rules
Let them burn to the very last thing

Silver coils, shaped like those serpents
Print upon my skin so fair
Underneath a stream of innocent actions
Lay dreams too close a glare

When the black bell rings and morals torn
There my wings shall shine
It's feathers ripped yet sewn once again
More dull than those so fine

I drink the water flowing from frail mother Earth
So gentle are my hands
Yet it's liquid ponders along my unfit thoughts
Those in which still stands

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tainted Beauty

    Wow Noni, I've always been blown away by your writting, and this is no exception. This was utterly beautiful, the description and imagery were so clear and perfect. The flow and rhymes were flawless, and I really can't find anything negative to say about this poem. Great work darling.

    --Steph

  • 17 years ago

    by Rona

    Very nice! I love the imagery in this poem. I think you did a very good job choosing your words because they all came together so well. Well, nothing to suggest to make this better, cos it's already fine the way it is =P
    Great job!
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by bon

    I like the wording in this poem..the flow was not as good as i hoped it would be but it still showed emotion so i liked it. it was nice..keep up the good work

  • 17 years ago

    by Freddie

    I agree, good choice of words. I can realli c how ur feeling. keep writing! 5/5!

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Very well written piece. Good word choices. Your sadness comes through in this poem. Your talent shines through in your poems.