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.
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Today 2:28am
Today 2:28am
The Empire or The Fire
When my starlight doesn't shine bright anymore
Will he punch my ticket, letting me through Heaven's door?
Or
Will I be a patron who's partaking of Satan's flames?
A fire and desire hotter than Teena with Rick James
Frame by frame, I'm reflecting on chapters of my book
Forty-five years in the game moving 'round like a rook
I've been shook by crooks but I will never break
Walked through secret gardens, following my snake
Made mistakes that now equate to lessons learned
Playing with fire can cause empires to be burned ...
Will he punch my ticket, letting me through Heaven's door?
Or
Will I be a patron who's partaking of Satan's flames?
A fire and desire hotter than Teena with Rick James
Frame by frame, I'm reflecting on chapters of my book
Forty-five years in the game moving 'round like a rook
I've been shook by crooks but I will never break
Walked through secret gardens, following my snake
Made mistakes that now equate to lessons learned
Playing with fire can cause empires to be burned ...
#father
#heaven
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
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Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:48am
Yesterday 00:48am
Diarrhea
Because we are weak and
demoralized by demons
things take longer when you’re
a pothead alcoholic
tyrant pimp rapist whore
a topless 80s bimbo on
your fridge
we were working towards a
film festival in Berlin
maybe finally making a baby
sliding off the edge of the earth
being in Italy, America,
Australia
confined to a Stephen
King novel
Canadian blues and a 7&7
Venezuela 2
doll parts left at the
loading dock
Christmas in...
demoralized by demons
things take longer when you’re
a pothead alcoholic
tyrant pimp rapist whore
a topless 80s bimbo on
your fridge
we were working towards a
film festival in Berlin
maybe finally making a baby
sliding off the edge of the earth
being in Italy, America,
Australia
confined to a Stephen
King novel
Canadian blues and a 7&7
Venezuela 2
doll parts left at the
loading dock
Christmas in...
#lust
#drugs
#heaven
#apocalypse
#PopCulture
35 reads
1 Comment
TIG
Poem Published
11th Oct 2021 6:06pm
11th Oct 2021 6:06pm
LATE NIGHT RAMBLINGS
Her world is so small now the size of her bed
Dots body, her tent, giving way to her death
The ailments so many, her spirit still strong
wants no water or food now, her time is not long
We care and we pray, her moment at hand
maybe hours or days, for her time in this land
one of her four offspring, preceded her in death
she cared for in sickness, until his final breath
Her daughter (my wife) gives love and devotion
leans into lord Jesus and not her emotion
Dots siblings, there were nine, she made final 2 ...
Dots body, her tent, giving way to her death
The ailments so many, her spirit still strong
wants no water or food now, her time is not long
We care and we pray, her moment at hand
maybe hours or days, for her time in this land
one of her four offspring, preceded her in death
she cared for in sickness, until his final breath
Her daughter (my wife) gives love and devotion
leans into lord Jesus and not her emotion
Dots siblings, there were nine, she made final 2 ...
#God
#Christian
#heaven
33 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 10:21pm
10th Oct 2021 10:21pm
Flowers of Heaven and Hell
a ghost story
When Angela Dryden died her body erupted with flowers. They filled her nostrils and ear canals, shouldered her eyeballs aside, and stuffed her mouth like the centrepiece of a harvest feast. The sombre colours of heaven were evident, soft and muted blues with dark purples, subdued reds. The flowers were proof to those who wanted it of both the Elysian fields and the infinite, beautiful strangeness of God's mercy.
It was, perhaps, no wonder then that the spiritualist church to which she belonged was so protective of her remains, to a point where they came in...
When Angela Dryden died her body erupted with flowers. They filled her nostrils and ear canals, shouldered her eyeballs aside, and stuffed her mouth like the centrepiece of a harvest feast. The sombre colours of heaven were evident, soft and muted blues with dark purples, subdued reds. The flowers were proof to those who wanted it of both the Elysian fields and the infinite, beautiful strangeness of God's mercy.
It was, perhaps, no wonder then that the spiritualist church to which she belonged was so protective of her remains, to a point where they came in...
#evil
#flowers
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2021 6:38pm
22nd Sep 2021 6:38pm
(...)
(…)
When we meet again in the dying air—
Sailing breezes in skies that glow
With the light of some devil’s prayer
Upon the sighs of souls below.
We dream today of all that was ours—
Now the tears of yesterday have dried
At the altar of the remembered flowers,
Where I lie eternal by your side.
Morning on forgotten petals that weep
Upon parting lips that bid not adieu,
As though we lie together in sleep
Where once these blossoms grew:
When we meet again, the sun may not rise,
But what stars shall...
When we meet again in the dying air—
Sailing breezes in skies that glow
With the light of some devil’s prayer
Upon the sighs of souls below.
We dream today of all that was ours—
Now the tears of yesterday have dried
At the altar of the remembered flowers,
Where I lie eternal by your side.
Morning on forgotten petals that weep
Upon parting lips that bid not adieu,
As though we lie together in sleep
Where once these blossoms grew:
When we meet again, the sun may not rise,
But what stars shall...
#love
#boyfriend
#death
#lover
#heaven
34 reads
1 Comment
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 1:47am
16th Sep 2021 1:47am
Cradle
To hold
To protect
To guide
The place where life begins
Civilization is formed
Where love takes its first breath
and becomes a self-sustaining force
In the words of Shakespeare, "Live in thine eyes. Die in thy lap"
Or at least kiss your pussy so properly that you think you've died and gone to Heaven
I love for my Lady
to guide and direct me this way
"With her hands cradling my head as her voice tells the intensity of her pleasure while her nectar cascades over my lips"
To protect
To guide
The place where life begins
Civilization is formed
Where love takes its first breath
and becomes a self-sustaining force
In the words of Shakespeare, "Live in thine eyes. Die in thy lap"
Or at least kiss your pussy so properly that you think you've died and gone to Heaven
I love for my Lady
to guide and direct me this way
"With her hands cradling my head as her voice tells the intensity of her pleasure while her nectar cascades over my lips"
#love
#heaven
#sensual
107 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 11:37pm
15th Sep 2021 11:37pm
Evolution Of Reincarnation (Three Year Anniversary Of Reposting)
Much needed spiritual rest
I’ve returned to inspire the best
I’ve looked over the mountaintop
Things I’ve witnessed will not allow the flow of my mind to stop
I’ve tasted hunger
Seen the lifeless look on the faces of whoremongers
Beauty gone, virginity robbed while they were so much younger
Money will no longer be evident in this life
Turmoil led by continuous strife
Implanted devices denial if not
The mark of the beast will mark its spot
Elements of mankind
Mentally...
I’ve returned to inspire the best
I’ve looked over the mountaintop
Things I’ve witnessed will not allow the flow of my mind to stop
I’ve tasted hunger
Seen the lifeless look on the faces of whoremongers
Beauty gone, virginity robbed while they were so much younger
Money will no longer be evident in this life
Turmoil led by continuous strife
Implanted devices denial if not
The mark of the beast will mark its spot
Elements of mankind
Mentally...
#dreams
#angels
#rebirth
#heaven
#LifeCycle
94 reads
11 Comments
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 11:48pm
14th Sep 2021 11:48pm
Other Side of The Rainbow
Is there a pot of gold on the other side
After enduring our storms along this ride
Will we hang glide with angelic wings
In paradise, where everyday is Spring
Seeing is believing so only time will tell
Sooner or later it'll be clearly revealed
Will we all be healed of mortal afflictions
And rehabbed from our sinful addictions
Receiving final prescription on judgement day
Able to stay in glory or abhorrently cast away
Or will we replay the game in a different form
As energy dissipates & generates a new norm
After enduring our storms along this ride
Will we hang glide with angelic wings
In paradise, where everyday is Spring
Seeing is believing so only time will tell
Sooner or later it'll be clearly revealed
Will we all be healed of mortal afflictions
And rehabbed from our sinful addictions
Receiving final prescription on judgement day
Able to stay in glory or abhorrently cast away
Or will we replay the game in a different form
As energy dissipates & generates a new norm
#rainbow
#rebirth
#heaven
#addiction
#healing
54 reads
3 Comments
Joshsam
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 7:29am
12th Sep 2021 7:29am
After melt.
After the fire.
Embers slowly fade...
Back to the earth.
Through into dust.
Deeper deeper.
Blackness.
Surrounding.
Distant sounds.
Baffling.
Air.
Icy, spiking.
Heartbeat.
Now slowing.
Hands.
Transparent.
Form.
Lost, wasted.
Hope.
Fleeing into the dark.......
A voice.
Whispering.
Calling.
From a far.
Love's definition.
Reaching out.
Suddenly.
Light that dazzles.
...
Embers slowly fade...
Back to the earth.
Through into dust.
Deeper deeper.
Blackness.
Surrounding.
Distant sounds.
Baffling.
Air.
Icy, spiking.
Heartbeat.
Now slowing.
Hands.
Transparent.
Form.
Lost, wasted.
Hope.
Fleeing into the dark.......
A voice.
Whispering.
Calling.
From a far.
Love's definition.
Reaching out.
Suddenly.
Light that dazzles.
...
#peace
#heaven
#redemption
55 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 2:46am
10th Sep 2021 2:46am
Clear Blue Coffee Dream
Clear Blue Coffee Dream
“Hey you, quit staring at my derriere. In fact, go find a seat boo.”
“But I haven’t paid. Are you suggesting that I benefit from the largess of this coffee shop by getting a coffee and bagel on the house?”
“Oh darling John, I had no idea you hadn’t done your free market duty. Of course, let me ring you up. Thank you for being so honest though a voyeur.”
“You know my roving eyes are a compliment to your beauty. I don’t gaze at just any lass.”
“I bet you say that to all the Barista girls.”
“None other than you...
“Hey you, quit staring at my derriere. In fact, go find a seat boo.”
“But I haven’t paid. Are you suggesting that I benefit from the largess of this coffee shop by getting a coffee and bagel on the house?”
“Oh darling John, I had no idea you hadn’t done your free market duty. Of course, let me ring you up. Thank you for being so honest though a voyeur.”
“You know my roving eyes are a compliment to your beauty. I don’t gaze at just any lass.”
“I bet you say that to all the Barista girls.”
“None other than you...
#love
#marriage
#rebirth
#coffee
#heaven
51 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 6:18am
9th Sep 2021 6:18am
His Ripples
The tiny ripples in his ocean will always belong to a different ocean, and those ripples trigger his devotion as he sails my seas, and my heart belongs to the ocean as I rest upon his sun drenched vastness whilst cradling his salty tears, embracing his flaws whilst holding his woes to enable him to find the calm in the midst of a storm, unlatch him from the screams that haunt his waking hours as they hold his heart hostage.
Cooling his explosive hothead whilst humming my song upon his lips, straddling his waist whilst we sit face to face, sharing breath and sentiment, lightly...
Cooling his explosive hothead whilst humming my song upon his lips, straddling his waist whilst we sit face to face, sharing breath and sentiment, lightly...
#love
#sea
#heaven
#hell
#healing
89 reads
4 Comments
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
7th Sep 2021 6:24am
7th Sep 2021 6:24am
A Bird's Agony (Finally Free)
There's no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you
That's an amazing quote attributed to the great Maya Angelou
As the caged bird flew outta its cage and engaged a symphony
Singing loudly about being free to express tales about its journey
Conveying how dichotomies keep enemies in a constant state of war
Even Biblical allegories provide revelations about how they'll be more
It relays how much of a chore it is trying to soar to empyrean
And how its seen many scenes of things done by human beings
Saying how taxing these...
That's an amazing quote attributed to the great Maya Angelou
As the caged bird flew outta its cage and engaged a symphony
Singing loudly about being free to express tales about its journey
Conveying how dichotomies keep enemies in a constant state of war
Even Biblical allegories provide revelations about how they'll be more
It relays how much of a chore it is trying to soar to empyrean
And how its seen many scenes of things done by human beings
Saying how taxing these...
#conflict
#war
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
66 reads
8 Comments
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