The Gate
The Gate
When I'm feeling dreary, and go out for a walk,
I stroll to Heaven's gateway, to hear the angels talk.
The door is always locked, and I can never quite get in.
I stroll to Heaven's gateway, to hear the angels sing.
I peek through all the bars, to see the pearly gates of heaven,
I see memories and gravestones. The angels of the seven.
I wonder what their stories are,
I wonder what they make,
Of all the flowers beside the graves,
As petals start to flake.
Do they know what's going on,
The illness that's unfurled,
Or do they think we simply left,
And left them to this world.
One day we’ll go through these gates,
And join The angles song,
But for know I’ll keep them in my heart,
And simply move along.
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This is my very first poem, I really hope you enjoy please let me know how I can improve.
Really liked this. It was sort of uplifting and fun but had deep meanings. If this is really your first poem you are lucky. My first poem I burned and buried fifty foot deep so it would never come to light.
One note. There does not have to be rhyme if you have to force it.
Thank you very much I'm really glad you like it. Oh really ? thank you so much for the advice btw that really helpful ?
Quite nicely done and natural.
Just found, I didn't know, the seven angels or archangels correspond to days of the week: Michael (Sunday), Gabriel (Monday), Uriel (Tuesday), Raphael (Wednesday), Selaphiel (Thursday), Raguel or Jegudiel (Friday), and Barachiel (Saturday).