Collection of poems about angels from a good part of the world for the readers of Sindh Courier by Stefania Miola, eminent writer and poet from Italy.
[I wanted to collect poems about angels from a good part of the world for the readers of the magazine. Angels are “people” who suddenly appear in every moments to give light to life…they are always in my life. When I had lost hope. I turned to the divine with all my heart asking for help in overcoming a great test. Suddenly, without any logical explanation, a multitude of angels came and fought with me, bringing me help, comfort and love. To the beloved angels, poets who participated in this path, my gratitude –Stefania Miola]
Twilight
Agron Shele – Albania
At the twilight I saw the angel descending
Like only he knows to
His white wings blinded the night
And a bright vail covered the sky,
The glowing shape, like a hanging spirit
The fire, kidnapped from the bosom
That was burning on the eyes of lightning
And was poured as a thunderclap
In the turbulent sea.
Or maybe it was the magic of life
That descends from the God’s throne
To bestow only one flash
That was lost to the sunset
To the ship’s rigs surrounded by seagulls
Permeating invisible circles
Flickering on a cover of mystery
As a mirage remains in my day dream.
At the twilight I saw the only light
Brightening the frame of a siren
That radiates her hair to the waterfall,
Immersing them to the ends of depth
Like a reflection of glory itself
To her arm, covered in emerald
Where the specter of colors brakes
Attracted to a red charm.
At twilight I saw the innocent sight
Of her, who gave birth to life!
Building a monument to humanity
The era that lights the world
To spark another desire
Of tomorrows eternity
Kneeling in front of the altar
To get the sole blessing.
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The angels that I know
Adriano Schiavon –Piemonte – Italy
The angels that I Known
They have no wings
Nor little baby bodies
The angels that I know.
They have heavy shopping bags in one hand.
The other is close to the handrail of the tram.
And sometimes they blaspheme my angels.
And the angels I know have a thousand labors among the wrinkles.
As they sparkle brilliantly in a smile.
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What is an Angel? Who is he?
Adriano Schiavon -– Piemonte – Italy
A winged being surrounded by a divine aura?
I am an agnostic
But I love the fairy tales
My pragmatism combines the figure with the imagination
Then I think I know an Angel
He is alive in this land
And the severity suffers
He chews it, fights it.
He is like us
But he smiles and says it will pass.
He rarely cries and only with those he loves to mess with
Only with those who caress it, does the hair look like wings of God
It is then that a smile appears that sweeps away all the mercy of the Earth
It is then that an Angel appears to me
But I’m an agnostic and I believe in fairies
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Angels
Sandra Mutto– Veneto –Italy
May you be my lighthouse at all times,
My sweet guardian angel.
Be my teacher of Love,
Because in this world there is so little.
May you be the strongest arms ready to welcome me darkest moments.
May you be my faithful friend!
Ready to listen to me, advise me and console me.
May you be a source of inspiration and virtue!
So that I can make sense of my life with your help.
May you always be that angel!
That since I was a child I have learned to know and love.
You my angel, always my thanks.
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The angels
Sandra Mutto – Veneto Italy
Mystical and sweet creatures,
The most precious good that God could give us next to us….
When you hear them arrive everything is so beautiful and luminous
It is as if the butterflies were inside you. at our sunset,
In which we will start to return Home.
The Love that God wanted to give us,
To protect us and guide us
In the tortuous paths of life.
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An angel in my front yard
Naser Alshaikh Ahmed – Saudi Arabia
Outside, up in the sky, the stars were so bright.
So, worried in my bed, I could not sleep that night.
I looked out through my window glass.
I noticed a movement on the grass.
Darkness was creeping into my room.
I felt like brushing lights with a broom.
With all the bounties I have in hand.
Happiness seemed so for to land.
I saw figures appear and then fade.
There was someone out there. I can see a shade.
It was an old man. The man had no home
Squatted like he was waiting for the dome
He raised up and on his feet he stood
Trying to look as strong as he could
What have I done to deserve this?
Should I help or should I be careless?
Shall I neglect him? I couldn’t dare
For I would be hunted by a nightmare
I could be have bluntly and invent a lie.
But a man doesn’t know when he will die.
Something like a revelation poked my heart.
Made me pause for a moment, then restart.
I rushed with a pillow and a cover.
May he need them or may he never
I was confused, so I brought him in.
For he might be the key, the key to heaven.
Deeper in my soul I began to realize
Blessings to be shared not to monopolize
Now the man was so satisfied.
He smiled and looked at me with pride.
He turned into a butterfly
And flew off the window so high
He was very happy flying around.
With sparkling lights that touched the ground
Flapped his wings and waved goodbye
It was an angel that came by.
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Angels of Truth
Maid Corbic – Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina
Love still lives
The joy is great
For the sleepy eyes of this one
Which are yours only
Love builds peace
Long live the angels
And love develops
When I least expect it.
I certainly know now
That love is stronger
And when we are happy
And when we are sad
The angels of sorrow are here
And without you everything is empty
Because love is clearer
When I least expect it.
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The Angels of God
Luz Milla Castellano – Colombia
My beloved, my lord, hold my soul I go to your lap,
Sun flower petals golden paths,
Angels hold my hand
The angels of God,
Holy children with their gazes open the sky,
Their souls full of dreams in the gloom of the monsters of the world,
His hands do not hold guns with bullets,
They hold trumpets of freedom,
Soldiers of God in a desolate world that sings of hope,
The angels of God are the children,
The game of war breaks glass in their sweet minds,
In their innocent hearts,
Their weapons are love,
How not to cry with their tender eyes, with their sweet faces?
Golden fireflies dance in the dark night,
The light of her heart showing new paths of love,
The angels of the Lord, the brightness of life remains,
Crossing borders, crossing the limits of unconsciousness,
Love exists on the wings of angels,
His hands drawing landscapes of freedom,
The angels of God!
The angels of God fly in the seed of the dandelion there where dreams are,
Where the wind waters love, holy food the word of God,
The angels of God looking for my love the angel of the Lord, my Lord,
Flies hummingbird carries the message, a new awakening,
Where history is filled with angels in love in pandemic times,
What was will no longer be it’s time for love, angels do exist,
The soldiers of the Lord, the children sing, they no longer cry,
They are the angels of God.
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The Angels of My Life
Luz Milla Castellano – Colombia
Angels
My mother
That I felt and saw,
My father my protective hero,
My playmates,
My friends shields of goodness, fellow adventurers,
The angels of heaven always by my side, my father sent many, his infinite love extended his sacred hand to take care of me,
The angels on their white horses with their hands full of psalms take care of my life,
The horsemen of love, the same ones from the apocalypse of the beginning and the end,
The angels of God in the bodies of children, their pure eyes showed me the creator,
His holy songs praise God,
The war made them saints, their pure heart gave them victory, and the gragon of evil was destroyed,
The angels of my life are many, sometimes they cannot be seen, their holy light closes the eyes of those who doubt, but there they are, there where the heart looks and the eyes are blind, the angels of my life, of your life, of our lives, there are the angels of my life.
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Jung in the Shadows
Alan Patrick Traynor-Ireland
The roar of the woods
Rectangle trees
Long cast Red Book shadows
A dodecahedron in her face
Yes, a song sung before from the salariat
Stonechat
Outside of Reading Gaol
Like a saffron beaked sage
Like a javelin
Leaves the throat
The Eternal PI
Because love has nothing better
To do!
So you Rise up from a Lake
Rage the savage machines
Excalibur
In the triangle flesh of her heart
Lose your soul
Amid your tourmaline whispers
Chivalry is a blade
An unfathomable exility where mitres roar.
And weep in the trees of Hedera
A gold yellow helix
Wrapped around your feet
Guenevere, beneath you
Where children play like salmon
In the rivers of architecture
Bending words through the helicoid light
Where often I did meet Dionysius the Areopagite.
In the hectic Shadows of Angels
Their gold spiraling blood that circles
Up through the existential wrists of Heaven
Did you see it Jung
In the Shadows
In the feudal chair the Lord of Alchemy
On Hadrian’s Wall
The vindolanda white king of death
Steel ringed taloned horns of sycamore gap
A harrier king
That clasps
The king of Hastings
And death shall fall like an Owl
Between you
Artemis in a train station in Athens
Waiting to be kissed
Like a red Swan
Heaving on the Stars
Like a silk worm wanting to be saved
Like the blood
That ran down
Your leg in Agrotera.
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Message
Sai Prakash – India
I saw her not once many times
That too early into the mornings.
Whispering into my ears
Her eyes locked into mine
May be an angel carrying some divine message
Sent from the far cosmos
No translators to my aid
Often I missed to interpret
But to admit she with her untiring efforts and appearance
Came to me again and again
Her bright face a beacon of light
Urging me to be something that I am not before
As soon as I wake up from my dream she is no longer there
Only to appear the next day before dawn
This time I made up my mind
To decipher what her presence and message mean to me
Though sleeping I kept on meditating
She did arrive with more radiance this time.
I could read her lips
Oh! Bard this is the right time
For you to leave your indelible
Mark on the reader’s mind
Write your verse with more depth and dedication
Let every soul rejoice your verse and words
You have the blessings of the cosmos and beyond
I felt her soothing hand on my forehead
Opening my eyes I still see her aura
A pen that glitters like the
Northern star left back for me
By my bed side.
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Angels
Rosa Resende – Portugal
Today I dreamed of you in the dark night
The wind, were violin echoes
I felt your face lit up
Packing my soul
You are the angel that shines my way
To whom I give myself with affection
I feel your radiance
That calm my pain
You were breeze and dream
Wrapping me in love
You were my spirit of light
You were the song of my heart
You were a rainbow and a smile
You were an angel hugging my cross
Flying and being born in love
There are moments of magic
Gilding my existence
My dear angel
Your presence
Makes me feel love in poetry
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One day
Mirella Vinardi – Caselle Torinese, Italy
I see an Angel
One day
He look at me, and I look at him
In his blue eyes
In see the Sky
I see his hurt and my
I see an Angel
One day
He was sitting
In the street
When i look
Into his eyes
I see another world
Better world
I see an Angel
One day
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Angels, from mortal to cosmic
Luis Antonio Aranda Gallegos (ScriEscribano) Mexico
Angels, supernatural beings;
Active in various mythologies,
Willing to serve every day;
Of Lot, they were cordial protectors.
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Benevolent, heavenly beings;
They are protectors of utopias,
Of divine designs, they are watchmen;
Portentous repellents of evils,
Messengers from Creation,
They closed the earthly paradise;
Hagar had, through them, salvation.
They distance the people from the banal,
Path of the great Annunciation,
Custodians until final destination.
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An Angel on Earth
Shamima Shawket- Bangladesh
A key clenched in her fist
A three-year old in her lap
She is just six.
But has already seen how hard
Life is.
Mother gives her taka fifty
Before leaving
To subsist on the whole day.
That buys cheap snacks,
Nothing nourishing—
Only chips, pickles or ice cream.
She eats these and feeds her
Brother too.
But their small, frail bodies gain
No strength.
The malnourished bodies cling to each other.
For them, there is no school, no studies
All she knows is that she must guard their hut.
Where there’s nothing except
Few old clothes and some
Pots and pans
And she must take care of her little brother.
No divine word or angel comes
To them from the Creator.
Day after day, they contend
With harsh reality
Bereft of any assurance or
Miracle.
***
The Absolute
Giuseppe Cataldi – Lazio -Italia
The Absolute that passes by
Me when he realizes that I peek
Shakes rattles and shakes his head
He is happy at the party
Has a beautiful fast pace
Long legs give him comfort
They are the ones that kick me after
And I feel it on me
And I roll and seek shelter
Maybe I tell myself he did it on purpose
Without me he can’t live
Is a stray mine an intrusive Angel!
The Absolute who lives next
To me endure every mess
I make He doesn’t judge,
He just shrugs his shoulders
And winks at me
If I’m wrong I tell him: disappear
I’m tired now but he doesn’t
Give up so tender with my intentions
So firm to my conclusions
Yes I love flowers! I tell him to save me
But a despot navigating in the head
Makes league with the Absolute
He lowers his voice and smiles next
To him we are talking
But do I tell him what I want to do?
Better not I’ll catch it off guard
He won’t play with my feelings.
Usual stuff of good and evil
And everything I should do but
What balls dear Absolute?
Reset every now and then
And don’t plagiarize me!
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Stefania Miola is an eminent Poetess, Art Critic and Journalist from Italy. Since 2015, her three books have been published – “One sky – the only true one”, “Violets in the Desert” and “The scent of the white rabbit”. All books are awarded nationally and internationally. Her several poems are present in anthologies of various publishing houses.