Angel

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  • bacar10
  • BACK IN MOTION. I TOOK A YEAR OFF WRITING POETRY BUT RANDOM FEELINGS ARE BACK SO STAY TUNED. I JUST POSTED A NEW POEM 3 DAYS AGO CALLED WIFE. I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Angel

Angel

He is like GOD to me.
The sun that gives me light, I can see.
Creator of my essence,
Responsible for my presence.

My confidence comes from inspiration.
He taught me how to be patient.
Idolized in my eyes.
The heart of a giant, what a size.

I am in his image, for I am him.
The man who touches many mens souls.
His teachings will forever be with me,
The root of my family tree.

Without he, I am a dead soul.
With he, I have total control.
A privilidge to shake his hand.
An honor to be embraced by this man.

You can hear angels sing,
Cause GOD gave you a pair of wings.
So hum an angelic tune,
To let me know that I'll see you soon.

You said, "Woogie get in gear".
And now failure is my only fear.
Be forgiving, that I am.
Fury is gone, to a far off land.

Absent in the physical,
Got me feeling miserable.
Pictures of happiness gone.
As I wept from dusk til dawn.

I will carry out your duties,
for your work is not done.
I will forever be humble,
Not forgetting where I come from.

Want you here for selfish reasons.
I wish I knew you were leaving.
But knowing that you feel no pain,
Is what helps me maintain.

So when you meet an angel,
Look to the sky,
For I know now that
my grandfather can fly.

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Wakeitha commented on Angel

05-18-2012

Awesome, your poems takes my breath away, the way you write it keeps you wanting more.

bacar10

05/21/2012

thanku for your support. that put i smile on my face cuz i second guess my work a lot. means a lot to me.

shakeme4life commented on Angel

09-15-2010

This is one of the best poems i read on this site , and i'm super suprized that there wasn't one comment in sight , well let me be the first to say , i'm lost without you , bebe & and cee cee winans ,

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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