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Angels

by Chandni


Angels in the sky

Angels in heaven

Angels that fly

Angels lucky number seven

Angels right beside me

Angels right next to you

Angels hidden in a tree

Angels in the ocean oh so blue

Angels in your head

Angels in your mind

Angels heard everything you said

Angels aren’t hard to find

Angels here

Angels everywhere

Angels they take away all your fear

Angels they always play the game fair and square

Angels all around

Yet not all of them are found…..


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Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:24 pm
Angel17 says...



It was a simple poem. It was okay but maybe you could create some imagery. :D

Welcome to YWS, hope you like the site.




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Wed Nov 30, 2005 10:45 pm
Duskglimmer says...



Have it be the main subject of the poem instead of just being tacked on at the end. It's just a suggestion...




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Wed Nov 30, 2005 10:43 pm
Chandni says...



thnx for your opinion but what exactly do you mean by putting more on to focus ??




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Wed Nov 30, 2005 10:42 pm
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This feels like a list... with an idea introduced at the end that is never really explored.

Honestly, it reads more like a brainstorm to get ideas than a finished poem. Maybe you could expand more on that last line and turn it into the focus?

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I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights