| Outside I sit, And look. . . And listen. Outside I am comfortable. Above my head, I can see The great, big puffs of whiteness Gliding across the sky Outside I can hear the calls of nature. They seem to drone out The noise of modern life. I can hear the wind Blowing through the trees, Shaking all the leaves. Outside I can not only hear The wind But I can feel it; Flowing though my hair, As if every strand were like the leaves Upon a tree. Outside, I sit And look, And listen, And feel. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| In the Depths of My Heart Deep inside my heart Dwells a divine entity. He has the power to comfort me And the power to heal me. He has the patience to guide me And the patience to forgive me. He is always with me, Therefore I am never alone. He loves me And He does so unconditionally. His gifts to me are infinite; He surrounds me with them each day. His power, patience and love are so strong That if you search in the depths of your heart, too, You will discover that he also dwells in you. |
| These are some poems that I have written at one point or another in my past. They are not very organized so they may seem random. But you can find the poems I put up more recently toward the bottom. I hope you enjoy reading them. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| Waiting I sit alone, waiting for something. Outside thunder rolls across the sky; Lightening flickers above the trees. I sit alone, waiting for something. The sky is grey; The earth wet. I sit alone, waiting for something. Somewhere above me angels weep; Their sorrow stains my windows. I sit alone, waiting for something. From inside I can here the rumbles fading away. The lightening's brilliance is diminishing. The angels are drying there tears, Yet the grey gloom in the sky remains. I long to feel your arms around me. I need to hear your voice surround me. I need your kiss to breath life past my lips. I need to feel your heart beat against mine. I sit alone waiting for something that will never be. |
| All of my poetry is in some way a therapy to me. Some are about life, some about friends, others about nature, and of course many about love (the most typical muse, I know, but it does tend to be quite inspirational). I share some of them with you in hopes that you might find something in one of them that might be in some way theraputic to you one day. I hope you enjoyed getting a glimpse into my little world of poetry. |
| Study Break In the grass a breeze tossles my hair and glides over my shoulders, soothing my sun-kissed skin. The sun warms my body and the fabric that lays upon it. My hair absorbs the radiance of the sky. And a single flower waits to be picked. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| Who Whispers My Name The sound of rustling leaves Caused by the light hand of the wind Whispers my secrets. The rythmic ticking of the clock on the wall As time steadily moves forward Calls to me. The beautiful melodies of the birds As they weave through the trees Sing the song of my life. Every sound around me speaks to me, Whispering, Calling, Singing. But what do they say? I hear their voices but I don't understand Who whispers my name. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| Dream Eagle I fall asleep to the steady sound of crickets in the night; In my mind, an eagle has taken flight. She flies so high that I can barely see What her future has in store for me. She tells me not to look back; "Be sure not to look down; Look straight ahead; As we soar above the ground.� So I held my head high As we flew through the sky; It didn�t take very long to realize Why she wanted me with open eyes. I looked ahead through the clouds of gray And saw the dawn of a beautiful day. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| Do you remember? Do you remember the time when we would run and hide? Do you remember the time when we climbed the rocks outside? Do you remember the time when we would make a big mess? Do you remember the time when I would play the lady in distress? Do you remember the time when you would play both kidnapper and hero? Do you remember the time when we would laugh �til tears flow? Do you remember the time when we built our magnificent tents? Do you remember the time when toys of paper would keep us content? Do you remember the times we went to the beach? Do you remember the time when the bottom of the pool we couldn�t reach? It all seems so long ago, so easy to remember though, those times when we were so young. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| Listen I try to talk to you. But you don't listen. I try again. Still, it is like I�m on mute. Do you even care? Why do I try? Why do I try so hard? Could you even comprehend? You could. I know you can. But yet, you still act as though, As though you couldn't. Even now, as I try to tell you this, It's as if you are looking through me, Like I am an empty glass. But I am not empty! I am full. Full of emotions. Emotions that need to be heard. Listen to me! Ugh! It is no use. "What?", you say?! Nevermind. It wasn't important. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| Winter Rose A green bud sitting upon a bush Under the pale light of the moon; Cold and lonesome, shivering in the night. Snow begins to fall. Wind whistles through the trees. The ground slowly turns white; Glowing under the stars. The sun Begins to peek just slightly over horizon. The field looks like the beginning of time; Untouched Undisturbed. A dear finds its way through a thick maze of trees; The only sign of life around. Curiously, he makes his way to a bush. Upon it, A solitary red rose. A rose So beautiful, So divine, That no mortal could even Begin to describe it�s eternal existence. Its bright red petals So delicate, So soft; Like the flushed quivering lips a lover�s unspoken words. Its thorns So sharp, So intimidating; Even the most attentive hands can be pricked if unaware of their abundance. The dear sniffs the flower, Taking in its delightful aroma; So sweet, So pure, So inviting. All too perfect. . . He turns and follows the path left in the snow; Returning to the safety that rests within the forest. |
| The Ocean's Story Cool, white sand Glowing Under a dark blue sky Of a million dazzling stars And a bright, smiling moon. Hear the steady hush of the breaking waves As they gently caress the water�s edge. �Shhhh. . .� If you listen, You can hear the lady of the ocean As she beckons for your silence. "Shhhh. . ." As the crest of a wave dives into her depths. "Shhhh. . . Silence . . . And you will hear Neptune tell my story." |
| Claudia Anghel (c) 2001 |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2001 |
| The Ocean�s Fury On a clear day, When the sun is shining bright, The ocean is calm and innocent; No sign of anger is in sight. As time goes by, The wind picks up; The current starts tugging, The waves seem to wake-up. On a cloudy day, Vexing currents are brought in. The waves start to break; Letting out the ocean�s sin. After the waves are done Scraping at the shore, The sea turns calm; The way it was before. |
| Claudia Anghel (c) 2001 |
| Waking Dreams I went to sleep last night; My mind and body so tired I forgot to turn out the light. I had wild dreams last night; Dreams that made me smile And dreams that made me shake with fright. Prince charming was in my dreams last night. He saved me from a fire breathing dragon In a groosom bloodbath of a fight. A sound stirred me from my dreams last night. I slowly rolled out bed And turned out the light. |
| Claudia Anghel (c) 2001 |
| Claudia Anghel (c) 2001 |
| Lost Love I often sit and wonder of what it might be like how much longer would it have taken if we had never had that fight. I often sit and wonder will I ever find a love so true? Will I ever find the love I though I had found in you? I often sit and wonder why this endless pain? Because I realize how it was all wrong And it makes me feel ashamed. I often sit and wonder if it could have possibly been mended? No... You were lost before it even ended. |
| Claudia Anghel (c)2002 |