To Heed an Angel’s Call

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Silent whimpers in the night,

you choose to be out of sight.

You long to speak out you cries,

as your spirit slowly dies.

I have sensed your agony,

tasted your tears of honey.

Alas, I have closed my eyes,

as I suffer my own lies.

My fragile angel in need,

you are in torment indeed.

To touch you is to reach me,

a plunge to a stormy sea.

How I ache to answer you,

to get you out of your blue.

Hence, to mend your broken wings,

a sorrow for such weakling.

My dearest little angel –

you, I refuse to handle.

It is clear and plain to see,

to save you is to save me.

A whisper from within.

© Phoenix Montoya @ May 26, 2012

To Heed an Angel’s Call

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Angels are great inspirations for most writers, particularly for poets. An angel can be interpreted differently. While an angel is usually referred to as a creature from heaven, with a beautiful face and with a pair of cottony, white wings; an angel can also be pertained to a being from hell. In the poem of yours truly, the angel is someone of a pleading type. I believe she is someone with a good heart, yet a really broken one.

‘To Heed an Angel’s Call’ by Phoenix Montoya (that’s me!) is a five stanza poem with four lines. The poem has seven syllables, with the last words rhyming within the two consecutive lines - line one with two and line three with four.

‘To Heed an Angel’s Call’ is a common poem type that makes use of metaphors. The poem tells about the pain of a guardian angel. In the poem, this angel is pleading to her human. She is about to perish as the person with whom she is caring for has chosen the path of darkness.

The poem ‘To Heed an Angel’s Call’ can be categorized as a life and love poem. It shows human nature in his decision to do right or wrong; the misery within his heart; and more importantly, guilt - as all men possess love and kindness within them.

A whisper from within is a calling of the conscience. And as mortals, it is our decision to listen.

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Your Angel

Guide and protector of the lost,

she is patient and kind.

Your true friend till the end.

She who whispers the noble acts,

and sobs at your mischief.

An angel of pure love.

She keeps you secure from your foes.

With her comforting wings,

you are safe beyond reach.

Alas, white wings turn into black,

as enemies get close.

Ready to fight for you.

She is willing to be cast out,

to fill her hands with filth.

And live her life with lies.

An angel of light turning dark,

damned for her broken pact.

Your friend without a flaw.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @September 2, 2010


More poems by this author:

White Lies

I am Yours

Coming Home