Angel A. Lockwood

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

Angel A. Lockwood Poems

201. In Loving Memory Of Trayvon Martin 7/22/2013
202. Nyc 7/22/2013
203. People Of The World 7/23/2013
204. Frienemies 6/29/2013
205. Nisey's Special Day 7/25/2013
206. Yellow Butterfly 7/27/2013
207. Love Letter 7/28/2013
208. Beautiful People 7/29/2013
209. Bright And Morning Star 7/29/2013
210. Today! 7/31/2013
211. Jazz Brunch 8/4/2013
212. Love Is.. 8/11/2013
213. A Turn In The Road 7/20/2013
214. Final Diagnosis 8/17/2013
215. The Difference 8/17/2013
216. Smiling Facez 8/22/2013
217. Outer Limits 9/1/2013
218. Is It Okay? 9/10/2013
219. Heros 9/13/2013
220. What Is Hollow? 9/13/2013
221. Happy Moments 9/14/2013
222. Inside My Love 11/12/2013
223. Observing Obstacles 11/13/2013
224. Transcending Time 12/28/2013
225. Me Holiday 12/29/2013
226. The Scream Of 2014 1/2/2014
227. Change Of Mind 1/14/2014
228. Natural High 1/28/2014
229. Let It Be 1/28/2014
230. Life Changes 2/16/2014
231. Let It Go 9/29/2013
232. Low 9/29/2013
233. Stir Crazy 9/29/2013
234. Special 11/1/2013
235. Thoughts Of You 2/23/2014
236. I Feeling Pretty Optimistic 1/9/2015
237. Sting Of Death 1/15/2015
238. The Taste Of Defeat 1/16/2015
239. As I Walk 1/17/2015
240. This Time 1/18/2015
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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