Angels Cry
Tears fall from an angels eyes
Her love forever sees ser tears
He reaches to wipe them away
Yet fall back doth he from the angel
Insubstantial is his love
He only hears her cry and sees feels her
Tears fall
Forever in peril does he put himself
To be with her is his only hope
To hold her in his arms one more time
To love her one more time
As he falls into the precipice
His wish is fulfilled he he holds her in his Arms again
Then he dies
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Me and You...Maybe | 3 | 09/14/2009 |
| Forgivness | 4 | 09/14/2009 |
| From Grace | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Angels Cry | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Drifting and Floating | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| The Proud One | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Her Cry | 2 | 05/04/2009 |
| Multiple Loves and Heart Aches | 0 | 02/11/2009 |
| Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong | 4 | 01/30/2009 |
| The Only One I Never Get To See | 1 | 01/26/2009 |
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