Heaven Poems
#heaven
Poems about heaven, the religious or cosmological place where gods, angels, spirits and saints are said to originate from, and be enthroned. Heaven poems about the place where many believe they and their ancestors will live in eternal afterlife. Poems about heaven includes depictions from many different religions and spiritual traditions.
Into The Mystic
When it was so very long ago
Before the earth and
everything below
We were all just drifting,
into the mystic
Festered fears and fails
have I known
Lived homeless tattered
and alone
Maybe I was drifting
into the mystic
A desire for truth in
inward parts of me
My failings now have
served to set me free
How I long to go,
into the mystic
My broken bones I'm
waiting to rejoice
They will heal, they
have no choice
Yes send me now,
into the...
Before the earth and
everything below
We were all just drifting,
into the mystic
Festered fears and fails
have I known
Lived homeless tattered
and alone
Maybe I was drifting
into the mystic
A desire for truth in
inward parts of me
My failings now have
served to set me free
How I long to go,
into the mystic
My broken bones I'm
waiting to rejoice
They will heal, they
have no choice
Yes send me now,
into the...
#heaven
#SelfReflection
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My dear that I met for a minute.
If it would take me 38 years of destruction in my life to meet him
It would be my solution to destroy them
And be there for him
If it would take me some other 38 years of destruction to meet him again I would destroy them again.
And be there for him.
And he is leaving me today
And I am having a nice day
What is the matter with me?
It would be my solution to destroy them
And be there for him
If it would take me some other 38 years of destruction to meet him again I would destroy them again.
And be there for him.
And he is leaving me today
And I am having a nice day
What is the matter with me?
#religion
#heaven
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Glory
My heavy crown of prickly thorns
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
#death
#LifeStruggles
#heaven
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Oh Ye of Little Faith
They say
a good death at home
slipping away peacefully
surrounded by family and friends
is the best way to prepare the spirit
allowing it to adjust more easily
to its new existence free of the body
Personally
I'd prefer to go out with a whoop
riding shotgun for a brace of
Donald Trump's whores
screaming too-da-loo
on a fancy four poster
with a bottle of sunset
but only because I've figured out why
they burn more than they bury
in the USA
a good death at home
slipping away peacefully
surrounded by family and friends
is the best way to prepare the spirit
allowing it to adjust more easily
to its new existence free of the body
Personally
I'd prefer to go out with a whoop
riding shotgun for a brace of
Donald Trump's whores
screaming too-da-loo
on a fancy four poster
with a bottle of sunset
but only because I've figured out why
they burn more than they bury
in the USA
#heaven
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Prayer
God, if you're listening
I have but one request
when I die let me take my snes
I have but one request
when I die let me take my snes
#heaven
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Celestial Vintage
Call the wind, that untethered breath The one they call Mariah
Look up and see that sphere of gold
It warms us all below
Part the clouds, those moving specters as they put their makeup on
Look past them all, see wheels and wheels holding the crystal sky
These grapes of wrath I've planted,
will one day turn to wine
With love and deep forgiveness,
I'll reap my celestial vintage
I can't pass through the firmament with this body I possess
One day I'll turn to spirit
To live in heavenly rest
Look up and see that sphere of gold
It warms us all below
Part the clouds, those moving specters as they put their makeup on
Look past them all, see wheels and wheels holding the crystal sky
These grapes of wrath I've planted,
will one day turn to wine
With love and deep forgiveness,
I'll reap my celestial vintage
I can't pass through the firmament with this body I possess
One day I'll turn to spirit
To live in heavenly rest
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#heaven
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Heaven!
Heaven in itself is a blessing 🙏 filled with wealth, a place where eternal health is sustained and maintained, and life in existence never comes to an end!
Like gold shines, so does your soul, mind, body, as one! A glorious transformation an new beginning, put together nicely 👌 done!
A place where 🤔 even your best wish couldn't bring you a feeling like this! Where the rich and poor don't even exist!!
Only in Heaven can you find such place as miraculous as this!!
Heaven!!!
...
Like gold shines, so does your soul, mind, body, as one! A glorious transformation an new beginning, put together nicely 👌 done!
A place where 🤔 even your best wish couldn't bring you a feeling like this! Where the rich and poor don't even exist!!
Only in Heaven can you find such place as miraculous as this!!
Heaven!!!
...
#utopia
#heaven
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Vidalia Vortex
Vidalia Vortex
a whistlestop for Coolidge
whose visage shadows fallen idols
deep in the oxbow lakes of heaven
where the blues is a guitar of the delta
with boat ramp to forgotten cypress lodge
of deep dreamers in holy silence
of monochrome
from misty Vidalia vortex
whose onion eyes
see where pirogue plies the mattress soul
of Lafourche turned liquid lane
for lovers in a silent movie
when Zydeco becomes a Thibodaux anthem
for Creole ghosts
who melt into the marsh ...
a whistlestop for Coolidge
whose visage shadows fallen idols
deep in the oxbow lakes of heaven
where the blues is a guitar of the delta
with boat ramp to forgotten cypress lodge
of deep dreamers in holy silence
of monochrome
from misty Vidalia vortex
whose onion eyes
see where pirogue plies the mattress soul
of Lafourche turned liquid lane
for lovers in a silent movie
when Zydeco becomes a Thibodaux anthem
for Creole ghosts
who melt into the marsh ...
#dreams
#nature
#spiritual
#heaven
#surreal
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Opening My Window
Pocket doors have meaning, not as much as windows…
Windows are the home of the soul,
Pocket doors;
They’re just secrets
The change or shift in attitude,
A passage of drag access
I’ll keep that in mind
When I’m beaming
From last night’s
Window light boom.
Windows are the home of the soul,
Pocket doors;
They’re just secrets
The change or shift in attitude,
A passage of drag access
I’ll keep that in mind
When I’m beaming
From last night’s
Window light boom.
#utopia
#heaven
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This poem is called Got a Headache....?????..
...Well...if you do....
you know what to do....
Take a Tylenol.....
....
And if you have stomach problems.....
.....you take the Pink Stuff....
....
Yes...everyone knows what to do...
.... if they have either of these two..
......
But... if you have a broken heart....
......everyone does something different...
...
I say....If your heart is hurting...
.....Go to Jesus....
Yes....
.....He....can help you and...
......... He will...
Yes....
Look to Jesus....
.....but don't look in the... ...
you know what to do....
Take a Tylenol.....
....
And if you have stomach problems.....
.....you take the Pink Stuff....
....
Yes...everyone knows what to do...
.... if they have either of these two..
......
But... if you have a broken heart....
......everyone does something different...
...
I say....If your heart is hurting...
.....Go to Jesus....
Yes....
.....He....can help you and...
......... He will...
Yes....
Look to Jesus....
.....but don't look in the... ...
#love
#God
#Christian #heaven
#Christian #heaven
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Full moon part 1of 3
Just another night I hit my local bar.
Leaving my artistic studio,
Long off-white curtains on my windows,
Tall ceilings and hardwood floors that creek,
Constantly water drip drops from the sink,
Buildings hallways are hollow exit leading to an alleyway that is very narrow.
Flash backs of every mortal that I’ve been gifted
It’s the full moon that lifts the dead.
Something is different tonight there’s a new soul to be gifted
The gift of immortality, my thirst for tonight is not for quantity,
A blood🩸 rich and hot...
Leaving my artistic studio,
Long off-white curtains on my windows,
Tall ceilings and hardwood floors that creek,
Constantly water drip drops from the sink,
Buildings hallways are hollow exit leading to an alleyway that is very narrow.
Flash backs of every mortal that I’ve been gifted
It’s the full moon that lifts the dead.
Something is different tonight there’s a new soul to be gifted
The gift of immortality, my thirst for tonight is not for quantity,
A blood🩸 rich and hot...
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
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DREAM
To dream is to forget reality
giving yourself a moment of freedom.
To dream is to say no to the impossible
but also reach what is inaccessible.
To dream is to invent roses
when in life there is not much.
To dream is to walk in your secret garden
as serenely as a wren.
To dream is to create a world of one's own
illuminated by a sun of joy.
To dream...
giving yourself a moment of freedom.
To dream is to say no to the impossible
but also reach what is inaccessible.
To dream is to invent roses
when in life there is not much.
To dream is to walk in your secret garden
as serenely as a wren.
To dream is to create a world of one's own
illuminated by a sun of joy.
To dream...
#sadness
#love
#hope #heaven
#hope #heaven
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