Poems About Heaven Published by Members Recently Online
#heaven
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Aug 2021 7:13pm
29th Aug 2021 7:13pm
Who's Eru Iluvatar?
Tell me, who is Eru the Creator?"
Who has ever heard of him?
Vague memories gave air to
a space where the faded could sing,
to create a world of itself's perfection,
nothing could repeat the landscape,
therefore, Eru's a Son Co-Ordinating the action
point of the progressive attainment of fate.
"Let's make a mortal of our image Own"
The Father, the Son and the Spirit Holy proclaimed.
The paradise son promised before the Father's throne
to protect his realm from rebellions disdained.
Therefore, if we think...
Who has ever heard of him?
Vague memories gave air to
a space where the faded could sing,
to create a world of itself's perfection,
nothing could repeat the landscape,
therefore, Eru's a Son Co-Ordinating the action
point of the progressive attainment of fate.
"Let's make a mortal of our image Own"
The Father, the Son and the Spirit Holy proclaimed.
The paradise son promised before the Father's throne
to protect his realm from rebellions disdained.
Therefore, if we think...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#heaven
#JRRTolkien
552 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
Astrophilia
Magnetized since birth
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
#universe
#stars
#heaven
#astronomy
#spiritual
1114 reads
20 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
Astrophilia
Magnetized since birth
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
#universe
#stars
#heaven
#astronomy
#spiritual
1114 reads
20 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
Astrophilia
Magnetized since birth
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
#universe
#stars
#heaven
#astronomy
#spiritual
1114 reads
20 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
Astrophilia
Magnetized since birth
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
#universe
#stars
#heaven
#astronomy
#spiritual
1114 reads
20 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
Astrophilia
Magnetized since birth
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
#universe
#stars
#heaven
#astronomy
#spiritual
1114 reads
20 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
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
58 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
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
58 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
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
58 reads
0 Comments
case28
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 7:33pm
23rd Feb 2023 7:33pm
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
656 reads
7 Comments
case28
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 7:33pm
23rd Feb 2023 7:33pm
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
656 reads
7 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
19th Dec 2022 7:34am
19th Dec 2022 7:34am
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
321 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Heaven Published by Members Recently Online
