Angel A. Lockwood

Rookie - 261 Points (07//64 / Nyc)

Angel A. Lockwood Poems

281. Carpe Diem 11/4/2012
282. A Wing And A Prayer 11/6/2012
283. Simply The Best 7/8/2012
284. Shout Out To Hip Hop 8/12/2012
285. Thieves 9/11/2013
286. Taking Flight 2/23/2014
287. Mountain Moves 9/13/2013
288. The Meeting 9/16/2013
289. Long Journey 1/20/2015
290. Get Ready 10/14/2015
291. 4g's 3/3/2013
292. The Delimma 7/5/2013
293. Healed The Mind 6/18/2013
294. Wind Song 9/4/2013
295. Real Love 7/21/2013
296. Measurement Of Gratitude 8/12/2013
297. Woman's Wit 8/28/2012
298. Paranormal Soul 1/28/2013
299. My Love 11/10/2012
300. News, News, News 1/9/2015
301. Love Letter To God 9/10/2013
302. The Agreement 9/16/2013
303. Eagle's Song 3/18/2012
304. Choices 10/30/2012
305. Gift 9/5/2013
306. Thus Far 8/22/2013
307. Places 3/4/2014
308. Change, Change, Change 5/19/2012
309. Music Man 3/4/2013
310. Grandma's Love 9/10/2013
311. A Letter To My Dear Friend 10/21/2012
312. The Words You Say 9/18/2013
313. Lucky 9/2/2013
314. Time Traveler 8/21/2013
315. A Hidden Message 9/12/2012
316. My Hobby 7/7/2012

Comments about Angel A. Lockwood

  • Angel Lockwood (3/11/2015 1:22:00 AM)

    Thank you. Anytime

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  • Justice Aaa Justice Aaa (2/14/2013 8:48:00 PM)

    i enjoy reading your poems and would love some advice for my future poetry still learning =)

Best Poem of Angel A. Lockwood

My Hobby

I awoke early one morning, and to get a head start
I went directly to the neighborhood Hobby Mart,
I really enjoy going there, for I get to explore alot as,
I put some really interesting items in my little red cart
I have now chosed so many items,
I am usure where I am to start
Now one of my biggest decision, is to hobby or not
My hobby is an activity,
which is suppose to be,
simply recreational for me, while I unfold and just be free
Yet, when strolling in the mart, pushing that cute little cart
If that simple thought isnt clearly remembered
What...

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Eagle's Song

Flying high in the sky, soaring
very high. High as an eagle
Yet only in my mind's eye.
Not giving up, yet continuing,
to try.
Gliding, through the gusty wind.
Until wings and the wind somehow blends together, as an acoustic, melodic strum, and births a song.
A gentle, distinct sound.
Is this the purpose?

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