 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 16:25:25 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 174786
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Wingless Angel
[time] => 2013-01-11 00:47:59
[hometext] => when i write poetry I only write what comes to mind so no hate :)
[bodytext] => She was at the top. At the top of the world, she wore her crown. A crown of power which many envied. No one knew how she got there, but nobody got the chance to ask. So there she sat, upon her throne. Watching us all from above. She was the queen of all, but it wasn't much. Some called her an angel, others left her nameless. The things is, nobody knew about the crown she wore. As years went by, it only got worse. being nameless would've been a blessing. At the end of her reign, as she dismounted her throne. She went back to the place she called her home. The place where she didn't matter. In fact she was hardly wanted, although that was the way she wanted it She couldn't of left if they did. On her last night, she drew her last breath. Dreaming of all that she had left. Dreams of one day learning to fly. She let these dreams pass her by. She wrote down her goodbyes, and took a look around. And on her desk she saw a crown. She picked it up and put her notes down. she laid down in bed, tiara carefully placed, she waited for it to sink in. The next day was the worst by far. She made her way up, even higher than her castle. She went straight to the clouds and up into heaven. And opened the gates. It was the day she discovered she was always an agel without wings. Just wishing for a chance to fly. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 61 [informant] => loverunsdeep [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com