Find comfort and peace in nature’s messengers: 10 charming angelic poems

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Have you ever been captivated by the idea of angels and their ethereal beauty?

Angels have inspired poets throughout history, symbolizing hope, love, and divine guidance in their work.

Here are 10 charming angelic poems that celebrate these celestial beings, inviting you to explore their enchanting qualities and the emotions they evoke.

Let’s jump right in!

My favorite angelic poem

#1 “Angel” by Duncan Campbell Scott

Come To

Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.

Come to me when tears have dwindled
Into drops of dew,
When the sighs like sobs re-kindled
Are but deep and few.

Hold me like a crooning mother,
Heal me of the smart;
All mine anguish let me smother
In thy brooding heart.

This is my top choice for an angel poem because it beautifully captures the comforting presence of angels during our darkest times.

The imagery of seeking “cloudy wings” to cover our tired eyes resonates deeply, symbolizing the desire for solace and healing.

This poem speaks to the profound connection we often feel with angels, portraying them as nurturing figures who provide comfort and support when we are most vulnerable.

9 more angelic poems

#2 “The Angel of Life” by Richard Rowe

Lifes Angel

Life’s Angel watched a happy child at play,
Wreathing the riches of the blushing May:
His eye was cloudless as the heavens above,
But there was pity in her look of love.
The flowers he gathered bloomed their brief bright hour,
Then rained their petals in a silent shower:
The boy looked up at her with strange surprise,
And sadder grew the pity in her eyes.

#3 “Dawn” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

An Angel

An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

#4 “The Angel” by William Blake

I Dreamt

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

#5 “The Man To The Angel” by George William Russell

I Have

I have wept a million tears:
Pure and proud one, where are thine,
What the gain though all thy years
In unbroken beauty shine?

All your beauty cannot win
Truth we learn in pain and sighs:
You can never enter in
To the circle of the wise.

They are but the slaves of light
Who have never known the gloom,
And between the dark and bright
Willed in freedom their own doom.

Think not in your pureness there,
That our pain but follows sin:
There are fires for those who dare
Seek the throne of might to win.

Pure one, from your pride refrain:
Dark and lost amid the strife
I am myriad years of pain
Nearer to the fount of life.

When defiance fierce is thrown
At the God to whom you bow,
Rest the lips of the Unknown
Tenderest upon my brow.

#6 “An Angel In The House” by James Henry Leigh Hunt

How Sweet

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright,
Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
An angel came to us, and we could bear
To see him issue from the silent air
At evening in our room, and bend on ours
His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers
News of dear friends, and children who have never
Been dead indeed,’as we shall know forever.
Alas! we think not what we daily see
About our hearths,’angels that are to be,
Or may be if they will, and we prepare
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air;’
A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings
In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.

#7 “Playmates.” by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

God Permits

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, — forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.

God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!

#8 “Madrigale III” by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)

From Heaven

HE ALLEGORICALLY DESCRIBES THE ORIGIN OF HIS PASSION.

From heaven an angel upon radiant wings,
New lighted on that shore so fresh and fair,
To which, so doom’d, my faithful footstep clings:
Alone and friendless, when she found me there,
Of gold and silk a finely-woven net,
Where lay my path, ‘mid seeming flowers she set:
Thus was I caught, and, for such sweet light shone
From out her eyes, I soon forgot to moan.

#9 “Angels” by George MacDonald

Come Of

Came of old to houses lonely
Men with wings, but did not show them:
Angels come to our house, only,
For their wings, they do not know them!

#10 “Angels” by Robert Herrick

Angels Are

Angels are called gods; yet of them, none
Are gods but by participation:
As just men are entitled gods, yet none
Are gods of them but by adoption.

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