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An Angel's kiss

For I felt the coolest breeze,
As it swept across my face. 
An angels kiss, 
A calming touch, 
In opposition, 
To scorching fire, 
And burning hell.


Its lightest touch, 
A gentle reminder. 
To silent witness,
And hidden secrets, 
That halt the rage.
Escaping the chaos, 
But for a moment .

The heartbeat settles, 
Mind stops whirring. 
And breaths get evened. 
In sense of balance, 
This enchantment, 
Of cooling sensations, 
That dances across my face.

 

 

— Tigger Kaz, Jul 07, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Coventry, England, GBR

Favorite Poets: Michael Rosen , Rudyard Kipling , Pam Ayres , Benjamin Zephaniah

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The poem organizes itself around a clear and appealing physical sensation — a cool breeze on the face — and builds a small, coherent emotional arc from it: relief, calming, and the return to steadiness by the final stanza. That progression is the poem's strongest asset. The movement from "heartbeat settles" to "mind stops whirring" to "breaths get evened" gives the third stanza a concrete, bodily register that grounds the more abstract language elsewhere, and it lets the reader feel the settling rather than only hear it named.

The central image also frames itself well through contrast. Setting the "angel's kiss" and its "calming touch" against "scorching fire" and "burning hell" gives the breeze something to push against, which raises the stakes of that small relief. That opposition is worth trusting more fully. At present the poem leans on named abstractions — "chaos," "rage," "enchantment," "balance" — to carry emotional weight that the sensory images could carry on their own. Where the breeze is rendered directly, the writing is most alive; where it summarizes the feeling, it tells the reader what to conclude. Cutting one or two of these abstract nouns and replacing them with a further physical detail would let the sensation do the emotional work.

One repetition worth examining: the breeze "dances across my face" in the final line echoes "swept across my face" in the opening. That echo could be deliberate, returning the poem to its origin, but as written it reads more like a recurrence than a completed circle. If the return is intended, sharpening the difference between the two crossings — what has changed by the end — would make the repetition feel earned rather than incidental.

A smaller matter of craft: several lines end on commas where the syntax has already come to rest, and a few phrases ("In opposition," "To silent witness, / And hidden secrets") float grammatically without a clear anchor to the sentences around them. Reading the poem aloud and letting the punctuation follow the actual pauses of breath would clarify where each thought begins and ends, and would firm up the connections that currently feel loosened. The possessive in the title and in "angels kiss" also wants its apostrophe.

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