Where Angels Meet

November 30, 2011
By Sydhawk BRONZE, Saint Joseph, Missouri
Sydhawk BRONZE, Saint Joseph, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes you're worst words are remembered the best."


Would you take us to where the angels meet?
With white lights and golden streets?

Where the rest of our loved ones are waiting,
Our faces animated and elating.

Will you meet us where dreams come true?
Where grandfather is waiting, hot chocolate a-brew?

To where we can share past regrets,
So we can say goodbyes finally, and remember the rest.

When I get there, will you be at the gates?
Holding your hand and smiling, like we’re still old mates.

Will everything be like it once was, but tinged with something pure?
Something natural and untouched, that we never knew before?

Would you take us to where the angels meet?
With white lights and golden streets?


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece after a loss of family, but it was for an assignment. It has then escalated to something more for me.

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Sydhawk BRONZE said...
on Dec. 9 2011 at 10:42 am
Sydhawk BRONZE, Saint Joseph, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes you're worst words are remembered the best."

Thanks Youngspeare and Zeesquare!

on Dec. 9 2011 at 10:39 am
ZohaBahir BRONZE, Karachi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Even blood of blood seem to strike no resemblance until the hands and heart are locked up in stiff chains of adversity.

good work! keep it up! :)

on Dec. 9 2011 at 10:38 am
ZohaBahir BRONZE, Karachi, Other
3 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Even blood of blood seem to strike no resemblance until the hands and heart are locked up in stiff chains of adversity.

Good work! :)

on Dec. 9 2011 at 6:42 am
youngspeare BRONZE, Nairobi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
We wouldn't ask a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals; in turn we'd all celebrate its tenacity, we'd all love tz will to reach the sun well we are the roses n these are my damaged petals don't ask me why thank God and ask me how

Awesome! The rhymes totally psyced me up.. :) Great piece!
Please check out my poem "Ghosts of the Past" and rate/comment? Would really appreciate it!


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