#steempoems

Turn up your head, welcome in the angels. Angles of light, holy words dancing on photon beams. The enemy will be waiting at the gates, but he shall not prevail. Your sword of power, and shield of light

OH! MOTHER NATURE The breeze that soothe pains the crow that shows the date visible only through its display Accessible, in as much as you witness a new day the beauty that never faints; it prefers to

This poem speak of man's desire for peace and the inevitability of conflict or war. W.B Yeats (1865-1939) was an Irish poet whose early poetry showed a yearning for love and peace, and who found in nature