Sealiah

You had the Voice of an Angel
When you were young and sweet
They heard your voice and lulled you away
Where diamonds glitter among the elite.

One diamond is no different from another
One diamond can be replaced.
They smile, laugh, and dance tonight
They dance and laugh your life away.

You never should have left our Home
You never should have gone to stay
For now your smile is just a mask
The laughter has now gone away.

The Angel's Voice is tired and broken
The Angel's laugh is gone.
You never should have trusted them my sweet
Come home and rest in the sun.

nomadicrhymer

Hey Sealiah...where u been off to? Missed you! How's the little one doing?

Very nice write…heartbreaking emotion layered with sadness and regret.

Nomad

Moonchild

Kinda sad but beautifully expressed.
Love your ending! This is a very good write
and has good structure and meter. Well done, enjoyed

Bear

emotiomal heartbreaking poem SEALIAH wonderfully written but also very sad
hugs kisses
tom

Tha-Emissary

Rest in the sun. I think I want to do that. but I got a feeling the global warming if gonna global fry me. So I'll pass. I like the wording it's almost gives me a feeling of watching the City of Angels. Maybe that's what you're hinting at with the last lines. You have a spectacular style!

SarahNSH

Hello Sealiah!

Well, this is my first time reading and reviewing your work, I believe, so first off I'd like to say that it's nice to meet you! Secondly, well, I enjoyed reading this poem of yours. I think that the emotions of the poem are very strong and I also liked the rhyming you used with your poem. I felt that the rhyming was unpredictable and I definitely enjoy it when I can't predict what rhyme is coming next and what the poet will be using for the rhyme. I felt like the poem flowed easily into the next line and I especially liked the last line of the last stanza, I think that was a great ending to your poem.

Anywho, I'm glad that I came across this and thank you for sharing!

JeffMeyer

Sealiah:

Love and puppies and souls and sadness. That's what the vast majority of poetry I read dwells on; but I'm glad to see this piece tackles a real-to-life issue that I have argued on many occassions (never to my peers' comprehension; I've seen a lot of head-shakes over this one). Glamour, sports, the High Life--too easily are our young ones drawn away into the spotlight that burns thier away beauty like a candle in a blowtorch (how's THAT for simile overkill?!).

Much the way Tori Amos' "Mother" laments this bad decision from the starlet's point of view, begging for someone to "leave a light on," your own piece makes good on the request and leaves more than just a lamp in the window. And what better can we do than have the door open when Baby comes home with nothing left in her flashy bag but a stack of Mama-I-Need-You's.

You can tell this piece reached me personally; sorry if I rambled. Thank you for sharing this with us.

--Jeff Meyer