FLying Children

FLying Children

A Poem by Angel

Flying children,
In the sky,
With white wings,
Pass me by


I watch them go
and I know


They will not return


Flying children
do not hear,
the guns and bombs
that draw near


The crying men,
 and the close end


Will come to only us


Flying Children have escaped
the war,
the death,

this awful  fate.


But we’re still here,
as death draws near


And have no wings to fly


It’s up to us,
to change the garden,
that will not sprout,
if the ground should harden


For the wingless children,
who cannot fly,
and will not pass over
in the sky.

© 2011 Angel


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This is really good!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Definitely can't find fault with this... Brilliantly written with beautiful imagery. Well done! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


This poem reminds me of a beautiful Russian song I once heard, and shares the solemn beauty of it. The second to last verse is my favorite. Very well-written and a superb read, good job! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Absolutely loved it, i cant think of any criticism, each word grows wings when read and they just take off, when reading it i feel like im flying overhead, watching this unfold, the terror, the crying and the guns and bombs. Perfect imagery. Wonderful!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Angel
Angel

Calgary, Alberta, Canada



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