Angels Song
Barron trees black as fire
tourtured souls amid the mire
Rivers flowing red with blood
seek salvation from above
Where angels sing their songs subline
soul's rejoicing love devine
Seeking God and thee shall find
a place in heaven for all of time
unique227 commented on Angels Song
05-29-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Angels Song | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Butterfly | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
| Deaths Array | 3 | 05/28/2009 |
| A Shade of Gray | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| A Victim to ther Flame | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| Thy Heart Belongs To Me | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| THE WIND IN THE WILLOW | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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