Poems About Heaven Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about heaven seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
The War In Heaven.
Upon the golden fields of Heaven,
In the shade of immortal white towers.
Alongside life's clear river dwelling,
And amid endless undying flowers.
Archangels and Angels recall and reflect on...
...
In the shade of immortal white towers.
Alongside life's clear river dwelling,
And amid endless undying flowers.
Archangels and Angels recall and reflect on...
...
#heaven
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THE SOULS OF MEAT & THE ETERNAL ANGUISH OF WORMS
the souls
of sows
and beefy cows
fill heaven's
grassy plains
and souls of
chickens
roam
to scratch
the earth
of god's
domain
so souls of
worms
can find no peace,
the souls
of bugs as well --
what's heaven
for those chickens
then,
for worms
and bugs,
is hell
and worms
and bugs,
they know
the wrath
of chicken's
mighty beak
and think
their sins
have
caused
their woe
and after
mercy
seek
so...
of sows
and beefy cows
fill heaven's
grassy plains
and souls of
chickens
roam
to scratch
the earth
of god's
domain
so souls of
worms
can find no peace,
the souls
of bugs as well --
what's heaven
for those chickens
then,
for worms
and bugs,
is hell
and worms
and bugs,
they know
the wrath
of chicken's
mighty beak
and think
their sins
have
caused
their woe
and after
mercy
seek
so...
#animals
#heaven
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Linear Time in the Great War
A plot line seems easier to follow when it runs in a straight line from start to finish; beginning, middle and end, so I understand why people favor a view of time that excludes other possibilities. But that doesn’t make it right. The Bible does not describe time as linear, but relative. Observation of our natural world also reveals different time lines running at different speeds or even directions!
However every curse has a cause, and that means every plot line crossing our paths has order even if we somehow failed to notice. If you are reading this, some prior cause made you...
However every curse has a cause, and that means every plot line crossing our paths has order even if we somehow failed to notice. If you are reading this, some prior cause made you...
#war
#God
#heaven
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Red Robin
When will I see you again ?
Will we ever have this connection again
or is it lost forever?
We spent a lifetime together
You nurtured me I was a part of you
Perhaps we will connect in memories
Maybe I will see you in the wind,
The stars or the ocean
I’m going to be looking for you everywhere
The Red Robin will signal to me
The white feather will flutter to the ground
But will I know?
When will I see you again ?
Will we ever have this connection again
or is it lost forever?
We spent a lifetime together
You nurtured me I was a part of you
Perhaps we will connect in memories
Maybe I will see you in the wind,
The stars or the ocean
I’m going to be looking for you everywhere
The Red Robin will signal to me
The white feather will flutter to the ground
But will I know?
When will I see you again ?
#grief
#mother
#family
#death
#heaven
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the singing bowl [gong]
take me to nirvana
down an alley
in mullumbimbi
where silent ombre hippies
shuck faux chakras
in temples of fire and steam
sadist priests conjure
blissful depths of inferno
in a vortex of eucalypt ghost flame
the rite of sweat and chloral rapture
[gong]
euphoria gurgles and puffs
amongst the golden...
down an alley
in mullumbimbi
where silent ombre hippies
shuck faux chakras
in temples of fire and steam
sadist priests conjure
blissful depths of inferno
in a vortex of eucalypt ghost flame
the rite of sweat and chloral rapture
[gong]
euphoria gurgles and puffs
amongst the golden...
#heaven
#hell
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Will One Be Happy In A Ghostly Realm?
What will keep the spark of love
one knew on earth
alive
when one is bodiless
and “lives” without an end to time
within a realm of ghosts?
Is it not sure
that boredom with one’s mate
whom one, deprived of eyes
and hands and the facilities
of flesh,
has no ability to see
or touch or kiss
will then eventually
set in
and ennui too
will fill up full
the fabric of one’s never-ending “days”?
one knew on earth
alive
when one is bodiless
and “lives” without an end to time
within a realm of ghosts?
Is it not sure
that boredom with one’s mate
whom one, deprived of eyes
and hands and the facilities
of flesh,
has no ability to see
or touch or kiss
will then eventually
set in
and ennui too
will fill up full
the fabric of one’s never-ending “days”?
#heaven
#PopCulture
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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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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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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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The Stars Are A Highway To Heaven
The moon in the midnight sky takes me through the hourglass of time.
I can hear a yearning ancient voice calling me inside my gazing mind.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
It's where I want to be.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
A place where I am free.
I feel the pulling strands attach to me, and I fly up high into the dark sky.
I dream of going home one day, it gives me the deep wish and desire to try.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
It's where I want to be.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
A place where I am...
I can hear a yearning ancient voice calling me inside my gazing mind.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
It's where I want to be.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
A place where I am free.
I feel the pulling strands attach to me, and I fly up high into the dark sky.
I dream of going home one day, it gives me the deep wish and desire to try.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
It's where I want to be.
The stars are a highway to heaven,
A place where I am...
#inspirational
#peace
#spiritual #heaven
#spiritual #heaven
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Happy Birthday Momma
Happy
birthday
to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Dear Momma
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
It's hard to think you'd be 82
I'll always love you and miss you
Happy birthday to you
birthday
to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Dear Momma
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
It's hard to think you'd be 82
I'll always love you and miss you
Happy birthday to you
#love
#mother
#family
#birthday
#heaven
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