Caressing Angel

Caressing Angel
By: Adam M. Snow

Caress the name of your angel that fallen,
It flows the wind, a ragweed pollen.
Only you can hear it's torment calling;
Open thy ears to it's ever falling song.
A melody which poison thy voice and heart.
Only to tear thy soul apart.
Listen to your siren song,
Awaken your soul to which it belongs.

Reviews

[tynamite]

I love the tone in this. It speaks volumes.

[Jetta Zippora]

Wow. So beautiful.

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you

[Caradoc]

An excellent, enticing poem. It's short, but takes the reader somewhere fantastical, somewhere bordering the edge of dark and light. Where even fallen angels might find love.

I like it.

Keep up the nice work.

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you

[Caradoc]

You're most welcome.

[White Ink]

oh wow! this flows beautifully.. gentle and dreamy. Love it :)

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you

[Cece]

That was very beautiful

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you

[Sarah Hobbit]

Wow I love your working in this! Angels wings are such a soft thing.
Good job
Sarah:-)

[j]

I loved this.
I loved your choice of words, and the fact you didn't need to use much to describe a lot.
A great poem!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I had to read again. many types of angels. I like the flow of thoughts and the very nice ending.
"Listen to your siren song,
Awaken your soul to which it belongs. "
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Catherine Schythe]

Lovely poem Adam. "Caress the name of your angel that fallen." Love that line.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

poison the voice, what an intriguing line! x