Angel A. Lockwood

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

Angel A. Lockwood Poems

81. Stuff Like That 11/9/2012
82. Happy Holidays 11/10/2012
83. Happy Thanksgiving 11/18/2012
84. Christmas 11/19/2012
85. America 11/21/2012
86. The Little Girl Down The Lane 11/21/2012
87. Think It Over 11/23/2012
88. Night Walker 11/23/2012
89. Memories 11/23/2012
90. It's All About You 11/25/2012
91. Need Of Vacation 11/25/2012
92. Need Of A Vacation 11/25/2012
93. Private Eyes • ( :) 11/27/2012
94. Simplicity 11/28/2012
95. Yesterday 11/30/2012
96. Opportunities In Chaos 12/2/2012
97. Happy Days Are Here Again 12/3/2012
98. One Day 12/3/2012
99. Mixed Emotions 12/9/2012
100. Sweet Suzie 12/9/2012
101. It's A Secret 12/9/2012
102. What A Difference A Day Makes 12/9/2012
103. Entrapment 12/14/2012
104. Home 12/16/2012
105. Smile 12/16/2012
106. Nite's Flight 12/18/2012
107. Fantasy World 12/19/2012
108. It's Time To Fly 11/4/2012
109. The Poet's Page 11/4/2012
110. Autumn 11/5/2012
111. The Day After Tomorrow 11/5/2012
112. Perennial 11/11/2012
113. Expectation 11/12/2012
114. Rain 11/15/2012
115. Ill Be Seeing You 11/15/2012
116. Love 12/22/2012
117. Our Last Christnas 12/25/2012
118. Flying Among The Stars 12/25/2012
119. Poemhunter 12/25/2012
120. Keeping My Mind 12/28/2012
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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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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