Angels

A poem about how much I miss my loved ones that passed away.

You can’t see them,
but they’re there.
You cant taste their scent,
but they’re there.

You think of them everyday.
It might be scary, that I must say.
As I pray each night.
Hoping to see the light.
I would love to see,
them come down for me.

You can’t see them,
but they’re there.
You cant taste their scent,
but they’re there.

They watch over us.
For that, they mus’.
I wish they spoke.
This is not a joke.
My heart tangles.
These are my angels.

You can’t see them,
but they’re there.
You cant taste their scent,
but they’re there.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[D Poet K]

see, i told you that you were a good writer for a beginner especially. the other people who left you a comment are proof that i wasnt lying =)

this poem does have a feel of a song, most likely because you used the "you cant see them but they're there, you cant taste their scent but they're there" a few times. which was good, that was my favorite part, it was poetic.

[DrumMajorPod]

I agree with the second poster--the poem definitely has the feel of a song. =] Excellent work!

[Isidora]

I rather like it. It flows much like a song, and it feels rather bitterweet. Nice work!

[Samuel Dickens]

How delightful, Justin! I like your poem very much. I'm not any kind of expert on such things, but I know what I like, and I like this. I could tell you personal stories that would lend credence to a belief in angels. Sam