Poems About Heaven Published by Members Recently Online
#heaven
anxiety in the city
and as I walk down
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
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3 Comments
anxiety in the city
and as I walk down
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
117 reads
3 Comments
anxiety in the city
and as I walk down
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
117 reads
3 Comments
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
160 reads
6 Comments
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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6 Comments
WIND MOUNTAIN MORNING ('A CHEWENA SONG of ASSIMILATION') 7-4-2000, on Wind Mountain, near Tres Piedras, New Mexico
sunrise reveals
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
#heaven
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0 Comments
WIND MOUNTAIN MORNING ('A CHEWENA SONG of ASSIMILATION') 7-4-2000, on Wind Mountain, near Tres Piedras, New Mexico
sunrise reveals
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
#heaven
325 reads
0 Comments
WIND MOUNTAIN MORNING ('A CHEWENA SONG of ASSIMILATION') 7-4-2000, on Wind Mountain, near Tres Piedras, New Mexico
sunrise reveals
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
#heaven
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0 Comments
WIND MOUNTAIN MORNING ('A CHEWENA SONG of ASSIMILATION') 7-4-2000, on Wind Mountain, near Tres Piedras, New Mexico
sunrise reveals
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
#heaven
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0 Comments
WIND MOUNTAIN MORNING ('A CHEWENA SONG of ASSIMILATION') 7-4-2000, on Wind Mountain, near Tres Piedras, New Mexico
sunrise reveals
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
#heaven
325 reads
0 Comments
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
120 reads
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
120 reads
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