Ballads of Fallen Angels

March 22, 2010 at 00:46 15 comments


Cried the skies, the moon and the stars
But held its calm has thy holy grace
Where goes thee my sweet little angel?
Thou who hast fallen from his place
Where goes thee my sweet little angel?

Men saved, thier valor lost
nations drowned in a flooded past.
humble servants, muted slaves
the pain and suffering, carves
memoirs of friends that last.

Battles fought won or lost
Bare the scars of burdens past
Crescents, stones and arks galore
all that makes history’s lore
Ballads and songs of poets old
muted by the winters cold

Legends live only in the past.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Submitted for the OSI prompt:  Aura

Advertisements

Entry filed under: Offbeat, poetry. Tags: , .

Reflections Mr. Bones

15 Comments Add your own

  • 1. slpmartin  |  March 22, 2010 at 01:26

    Very interesting photo to accompany this poem…they work together well…thanks!

    Reply
    • 2. Hemanth  |  March 22, 2010 at 11:27

      Thank you!

      Reply
  • 3. Loch Rob  |  March 22, 2010 at 06:57

    Indeed the legends live in the past. Nice verse and imagery.

    Reply
    • 4. Hemanth  |  March 22, 2010 at 11:28

      Thanks

      Reply
  • 5. SandyCarlson  |  March 23, 2010 at 07:10

    Legends. The past. We breathe life into legends now, though.

    Reply
    • 6. Hemanth  |  March 24, 2010 at 00:13

      I agree. That is a optimistic take on things. Mine was a bit cynical.

      Reply
  • 7. Aayushi  |  March 23, 2010 at 23:21

    loved your interpretation of the prompt…and lovely write!

    Reply
    • 8. Hemanth  |  March 24, 2010 at 00:10

      Thank you… 🙂

      Reply
  • 9. Tumblewords  |  March 24, 2010 at 06:56

    Very nice! I so enjoyed it!

    Reply
    • 10. Hemanth  |  March 24, 2010 at 10:51

      Thank you very much.

      Reply
  • 11. Nalini Hebbar  |  March 24, 2010 at 08:42

    wonderful…old world charm…legends live only in the past…how true…a lot of people but no true hero

    Reply
  • 12. Amity  |  March 24, 2010 at 08:57

    I love the archaic take…I have done a couple using same way…and it has a touch of classic piece!

    What a lovely poem!

    Reply
    • 13. Hemanth  |  March 24, 2010 at 10:54

      @NaliniHebbar, @Amity: Thank you for your wonderful comments.

      Reply
  • 14. Lalit  |  March 27, 2010 at 06:58

    Well said. If it was not for the poets, legends would be long forgotten. Poets are legends too.

    Reply
  • 15. pravin nair  |  March 28, 2010 at 02:31

    Hi there..liked ur poem.thgh legends live in the past their work lives on forever..

    nice writing.keep it up.

    Pls do visit my blog http://www.assorted-platter.blogspot.com

    would like your take on it.

    Tx

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Tweeps

IndiRank

candidconversations.wordpress.com
65/100

%d bloggers like this: