Poems To Ash by Steven

An Angel’s Tears
By Steven Kottke

An angel's tears are delicate and pure, 
Little diamonds running down a beautiful face. 
But despite their fragile beauty one question remains, 
What could make this angel cry?

Some cry for pure joy, 
Happiness without end. 
But expression gives it away. It's not joy. 
What could make this angel cry?

Some cry in anger, 
The rage that follows misunderstanding. 
Once again, it's not anger. 
What could make this angel cry?

Or could it be sadness, 
Depression and sorrow mixed. 
No, not that, there is an emptiness in the eyes. 
What could make this angel cry?

The only thing left is a loss of hope, 
The worst of all, it can only mean one thing. 
Being trapped in a living hell is what makes this angel cry. 
I only wish I could help more. 

At the First

Standing there, in the crowd
My eyes are drawn to you
You laugh, some unheard joke
Your face lights up
I look away ashamed
For even thinking I would have a chance
Yet my eyes are drawn to you again.

The Waiting

The waiting, the waiting
It never seems to end
Waiting for school to get out
Waiting for practice to end
Waiting to get off work
Waiting for the end of the day
The week, the month, the year
Eight years…
Waiting to be with you.

The Beauty of a Flower

The flowers may outshine all
But does the flower know it is beautiful?
The flower may have many admirers,
But does the flower recognize the admiration?
And you are different, right?
Your beauty outshines all
Yet you deny that you are beautiful.
I admire you to now end,
Yet you shrug off my admiration.
So to compare your beauty to that of a flower is correct
But I wish is wasn’t.