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.
Evil Is My Name
Evil is the mind of the saints, resurrected.
666 is my name; untainted.
Alone at the top, but acquainted,
With all the suffering souls,
The evil of the bottomless pit.
Know me and know my name.
I am here for the fame.
Follow me to the promised land.
Marry me to your reign.
Our power will be seen on a world stage.
Come together
Let's multiply.
666 is my name; untainted.
Alone at the top, but acquainted,
With all the suffering souls,
The evil of the bottomless pit.
Know me and know my name.
I am here for the fame.
Follow me to the promised land.
Marry me to your reign.
Our power will be seen on a world stage.
Come together
Let's multiply.
#God
#heaven
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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Here Goes
A big secret
have I
and, I can't
live with it
any longer.
Here goes...
Well
Everyday,
I witness
a miracle
and, I mean
Every...single...day
Every night
after the hornbill shuts
I fall asleep
as if to die.
Then,
I delve deep...
Sometimes deeper
into an alien world.
Every morning
just after
thanksgiving,
When birds offer
their sacrifices
with melodious chirps
I wake.
Here goes...
Well
How is it?
That...
have I
and, I can't
live with it
any longer.
Here goes...
Well
Everyday,
I witness
a miracle
and, I mean
Every...single...day
Every night
after the hornbill shuts
I fall asleep
as if to die.
Then,
I delve deep...
Sometimes deeper
into an alien world.
Every morning
just after
thanksgiving,
When birds offer
their sacrifices
with melodious chirps
I wake.
Here goes...
Well
How is it?
That...
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
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I don't know....
whether said plain despite bore or cringe- whether said with some poetic crafty spin- how much would it matter- when guts spill like confessions to a "priest"- though without seeking "forgiveness" for quote on quote sin- though instead understanding
being of this species some-one labeled as "human"- it's been made a thing to have contempt- and to condemn- anyone that sits in a space one doesn't fit in-a space that feels superficial and pretentious- like inside of some building to praise an ideate-some human easily could have...
being of this species some-one labeled as "human"- it's been made a thing to have contempt- and to condemn- anyone that sits in a space one doesn't fit in-a space that feels superficial and pretentious- like inside of some building to praise an ideate-some human easily could have...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#heaven
#philosophical
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Sunrise, Sunset
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
For You are with me
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
Lead me always to the light as my breath at times may become shallow
Bless over my mind when my words are too weak to manifest upon my delayed swallow
Receive me, thy Lord, as the cord of my life returns to the cocoon of my existence
My astral traveling, a star dust in the stratosphere interwoven of many placentas
I have been reborn, may Deja vu...
I will fear no evil
For You are with me
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
Lead me always to the light as my breath at times may become shallow
Bless over my mind when my words are too weak to manifest upon my delayed swallow
Receive me, thy Lord, as the cord of my life returns to the cocoon of my existence
My astral traveling, a star dust in the stratosphere interwoven of many placentas
I have been reborn, may Deja vu...
#heaven
#spiritual
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The Choirs of Heaven
From the highest reaches, where light burns eternal,
the Seraphim stand,
six wings aflame with God’s unending glory.
Their voices tremble the cosmos:
“Holy, holy, holy,” they cry,
infusing creation with love that cannot fade.
They are the breath of Heaven,
the fire that cleanses,
the pulse of divine perfection.
Beneath the blaze stand, the Cherubim on guard,
knowledge cradled within their countless faces,
wisdom pouring from these angels eyes like rivers.
Once they barred the gates of Eden,
their swords aflame to shield a...
the Seraphim stand,
six wings aflame with God’s unending glory.
Their voices tremble the cosmos:
“Holy, holy, holy,” they cry,
infusing creation with love that cannot fade.
They are the breath of Heaven,
the fire that cleanses,
the pulse of divine perfection.
Beneath the blaze stand, the Cherubim on guard,
knowledge cradled within their countless faces,
wisdom pouring from these angels eyes like rivers.
Once they barred the gates of Eden,
their swords aflame to shield a...
#angels
#heaven
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Ass-U- RE.... Upon The Stars
Within the cathedral of remembrance my dewy Creole skin you softly titillate
My passion, my desires, will be the rewards to thwart a downwards fate
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular spines
Within the pages of my existence, once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, rash action, suffering eludes the destiny of my time
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind
I am the light, the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Queen kissed by Father Time, the...
My passion, my desires, will be the rewards to thwart a downwards fate
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular spines
Within the pages of my existence, once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, rash action, suffering eludes the destiny of my time
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind
I am the light, the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Queen kissed by Father Time, the...
#earth
#heaven
#philosophical
#water
#wisdom
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O Fiery Heart of a Poet
The fiery heart of the poet shines through ages, His furnace forged quietly and unseen in the dark, Finally his heart is inscribed with a name only heaven can read and angels know,
He is haunted by the "One" who walks in fire and lives in the shadows away from light,
He journeys through paths unknown, hidden and strange finding nourishment for his soul while enlightenment finds the mind.
He hears the voices of innocence singing in the distance, laughing like children in Eden's call, yet the shadows that follow him still fall,
for our innocence is...
He is haunted by the "One" who walks in fire and lives in the shadows away from light,
He journeys through paths unknown, hidden and strange finding nourishment for his soul while enlightenment finds the mind.
He hears the voices of innocence singing in the distance, laughing like children in Eden's call, yet the shadows that follow him still fall,
for our innocence is...
#admiration
#angels
#heaven
#hell
#inspirational
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Sanguine Paradise
In crimson folds where Seraphim weep
And ancient thrones in silence keep
A sanguine Paradise concealed
By shadowed rites and fates revealed
A garden forged in martyr’s tears
Where saints and sinners quell their fears
Here, holy hymns in whispers sound
To trace the lost, the star-cursed ground
The lilies burn like censers bright
Veiled echoes of celestial light
Yet blood and incense thickly rise
A darker psalm to pierce the skies
No sacred dawn shall grace this place
For Eden’s fall hath left its trace
In...
And ancient thrones in silence keep
A sanguine Paradise concealed
By shadowed rites and fates revealed
A garden forged in martyr’s tears
Where saints and sinners quell their fears
Here, holy hymns in whispers sound
To trace the lost, the star-cursed ground
The lilies burn like censers bright
Veiled echoes of celestial light
Yet blood and incense thickly rise
A darker psalm to pierce the skies
No sacred dawn shall grace this place
For Eden’s fall hath left its trace
In...
#dark
#evil
#heaven
#hell
#night
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Mysteries of The Ascension
High in the heavens, past earth's dim sight
Where clouds and stars embrace the light
The Lord arose, in holy guise
Beyond the reach of mortal eyes
What mystery binds His upward way
As angels sing and watch and pray?
What secrets lie in heaven’s span
Unknown to dust-bound heart of man?
The stones bear witness, cold and clear
To steps that vanish from us here
While faith and wonder rise above
To realms unseen, in perfect love
Did angels lift His form on high
Or light itself dissolve the sky?
Did winds...
Where clouds and stars embrace the light
The Lord arose, in holy guise
Beyond the reach of mortal eyes
What mystery binds His upward way
As angels sing and watch and pray?
What secrets lie in heaven’s span
Unknown to dust-bound heart of man?
The stones bear witness, cold and clear
To steps that vanish from us here
While faith and wonder rise above
To realms unseen, in perfect love
Did angels lift His form on high
Or light itself dissolve the sky?
Did winds...
#angels
#Christian
#God
#heaven
#religion
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bagatelle
Bagatelle
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up...
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up...
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
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Liturgia
Where saints did sing
And angels sighed
Now shadows cling
Where light has died
Once, walls of gold
And domes of flame
Held prayers untold
In Heaven’s name
But silent now
These arches weep
In solemn vow
In hollowed sleep
The Theotokos
In sorrow’s grace
Her gaze bestows
Upon this place
O voices lost
Return once more
Bring back the cost
Of faith and lore
For I would rise
In hymn and light
To pierce the skies
And end this night
And angels sighed
Now shadows cling
Where light has died
Once, walls of gold
And domes of flame
Held prayers untold
In Heaven’s name
But silent now
These arches weep
In solemn vow
In hollowed sleep
The Theotokos
In sorrow’s grace
Her gaze bestows
Upon this place
O voices lost
Return once more
Bring back the cost
Of faith and lore
For I would rise
In hymn and light
To pierce the skies
And end this night
#Christian
#God
#heaven
#kindness
#religion
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Valley of the Gods
Valley of the Gods
The fog forms a halo
Around majesty in rock form
Can’t pass through have to go around
Thorny path uneven and unnerving
Deep in blue canyon a waterfall
Narrow beauty moss on the walls
Mist dips down and rolls over
Rain falls pitter patter
Rising sun orange blaze
Go with the torrent ride the surge
Walk down the waterfall
Descend down time
A split in Mother Earth
Sliver of water so deep
Look up and see a small slice of heaven
Emerge on...
The fog forms a halo
Around majesty in rock form
Can’t pass through have to go around
Thorny path uneven and unnerving
Deep in blue canyon a waterfall
Narrow beauty moss on the walls
Mist dips down and rolls over
Rain falls pitter patter
Rising sun orange blaze
Go with the torrent ride the surge
Walk down the waterfall
Descend down time
A split in Mother Earth
Sliver of water so deep
Look up and see a small slice of heaven
Emerge on...
#heaven
#sun
#utopia
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