Caressing Angel

Caressing Angel
By: Adam M. Snow

Caress the name of your angel that fallen,
It flows the wind, a ragweed pollen.
Only you can hear it's torment calling;
Open thy ears to it's ever falling song.
A melody which poison thy voice and heart.
Only to tear thy soul apart.
Listen to your siren song,
Awaken your soul to which it belongs.

Reviews

[Nath]

I like the mixture of fallen angels and sirens in this poem - the former flawed celestial creature that either should be pitied or scorned and feared like the sirens that lure men to their deaths. But even if a song seems to draw you near danger for your soul and heart - like love for instance lets you risk a broken heart - at times it is worth it. Great poem!

[Amila Jay]

Lovely poem :))

[Southern Cross]

Even fallen angels need understanding as we all at some point fall from grace.

[Tate Morgan]

Interesting idea I suppose we all fall sometime dont we

[MOON]

Lovely write , flow and thoughts.

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh sometime.we.want.what we can't or should not have. Fallen angels are always difficult to obtain but if you find yours hold them dear for you may not get a second chance. Just my thoughts on this piece. Might be way off base here.

[Renée]

Beautiful Adam..the first line starts it perfectly !

[Skye]

Your words are so beautiful, I love it

[VelvetRosetta]

I honestly loved the first few lines of this...its what made this piece stand out. I love dark writings mixed with angels and music...They seem to go well together.

[Secret Lullaby]

Great poem. Loved it. This was beautiful!!