Angel statues frozen in time,
As you hear a wedding chime,
Hearing the preacher mumble,
Faces of the statue crumble.
Silently out side they lay,
As you bow your head to pray,
Wings of angels cold as stone,
In the garden all alone.
Some say they were once real,
Once they could, touch and feel,
They say that they fell from grace,
And somehow wound up in this place.
They're so confused, cold, and still,
Alone in the garden on the hill.
Hi Chris, I like this very much, rhyming poetry is my personal favorite. You are talented and expressive......10
This is a thought provoking poem Chris! It makes one wonder why those statues are frozen in time. I also wonder about the connection to weddings. Perhaps there is an inference drawn between the deterioration of marriage when couples lose that which originally brought them together...do they in fact...turn to stone? ? Nicely done. Hugs, Dee
Hi chris as requested i read your angel statues. Open to many interpretations as you have readers i enjoyed the read as for technicalties you have a consistent rhyme pattern you chose to use rhyming couples whic is a good choice for waht I thin you are trying to convey. Howvever you inconsisten line lengths indicate a lack of meter.And interrupt the smooth flow of your words, May I suggest you aquire a good source book which will explain the different metres used in poetry Miller williams patterns of poetry is a good one You can pick up a used copy on amazon quite cheaply
Very nice, rhyming free verse. Your lines flow well and the abstract message gives many interpretations. Compliments to you.
oh my goshh..your an awesome writer and i can relate to most of what you have written..i really like this one, its pretty. =D you seem like a really awesome person, too bad i dont know you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chris, I think you have potential... and if you want to be a successful poet, read and write as much poetry as you can, and most important of all, don't be dissuaded by the judgements of others... perseverance is the key... all the great poets sweated over their work, often over a single word for hours or longer... and in some cases spent years working on a poem before they were satisfied with it.. I don't have that kind of discipline and could never be a poet, but maybe you could develop it... believe in yourself and much is possible.. nice effort.. jim