Angel A. Lockwood

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

Angel A. Lockwood Poems

41. Art At Work 10/3/2012
42. Me The Instrument 10/4/2012
43. Mom's Memory 10/4/2012
44. Instrumental 10/4/2012
45. Competition 10/11/2012
46. What's It All For? 10/12/2012
47. Faith, Grace And Love 10/13/2012
48. Why Pretend? 10/14/2012
49. Fall Leaves 10/14/2012
50. Searching 10/15/2012
51. What Defines You... 10/16/2012
52. Good Day 7/9/2012
53. Act Like A Giant 7/9/2012
54. Ms. Jackie Blue's 7/17/2012
55. My Heart Goes On 8/28/2012
56. Daily Motivation 9/3/2012
57. 911 9/12/2012
58. Happy Birthday 9/12/2012
59. Don'T Believe The Hype 9/13/2012
60. Content Matters 9/13/2012
61. Good & Faithful Friend 9/15/2012
62. Free To Be 10/17/2012
63. Just By Chance 10/18/2012
64. Special Celebration 10/18/2012
65. Philadelphia News 10/19/2012
66. Just Another Sunday 10/21/2012
67. Difficuties 10/23/2012
68. Where Have We Met? 10/25/2012
69. Orchard 10/29/2012
70. We Can Do Magic 10/29/2012
71. Hope Against It All 10/29/2012
72. I Will 10/30/2012
73. A True Bond 11/2/2012
74. Outside Looking In! 11/3/2012
75. Cashmere Morning 11/4/2012
76. Election Day 2012 11/6/2012
77. Fleeting Moment 11/8/2012
78. A New 11/8/2012
79. Eyes To See 11/8/2012
80. Pomagrantes Fruit 11/9/2012
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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Can You Imagine?

What if kisses, were a form of healing?
Who would the Drs. be?
How would it effect health care?
Or what would be just as a fee?
What if showers washed away fear, and all it's residue vanished into the farest of seas?
What if people never needed to ask, how
you were doing?
Because each ones heart could actually hear.
What if air was an elixir?

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