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Heaven Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Heaven

These Heaven Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Heaven. These are the best examples of Heaven Ode poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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Ode to the Madman

Ode to the Madman

It was heaven in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees and I was in hell.
But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs.
And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both,
Under the dauntless palms.
I took in the majesty of the gods
As they bowed to each other,
Like kow-towing Chinamen in white robes.
I took in the flames and the feathers, both.
I took in the shadows and the spotlights of the stabbing sun.
The book was Women by Bukowski.
I lounged by the winking, blue-eyed pool,
Eyeing the half-naked women in bikinis,
Reading the drunken madman,
Sipping daiquiris on ice
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
The way she walked as she brought me my drinks,
Was a Revelation and a turn-on, both.
It seemed, as I discerned from her big-breasted body language,
That she already knew the answers to life’s unasked questions.
That she had already traveled 
To the farthest star in the galaxy.
That she had already tasted the wine of eternal wisdom.
Yes, it was the way she walked.
Bukowski would’ve smiled and said:
“Comon honey, let’s dance!”
I was in heaven and in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees, and I sweated.
But I saw paradise under the dauntless palms.
Ode to the madman!
“I sip this daiquiri in your name.”
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.


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The face of love

Trying prayer, realising

 it doesn't stop right there.

 You say a prayer and hope

 that its enough, that your

 words of love have reached

 Heaven above. Just stop and

 think how we have asked? Was

 it behind a mask of sorrow and

 shame.Thinking we are not good

 enough to receive a blessed gain.

 We have it all wrong as its what

 Jesus has already done. None are

 worthy its Gods free gift of grace.

 So raise your head, truly open your

 eyes. Look up and realise love does

 have a face, thank you Jesus


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THE CRY OF HOSANNA

His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than 
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!


Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!


Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna! 


All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace! 
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!










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Belief

Making new friends, turning new

 bends. Upon a steep mountain slope

 focused on breaking old trends. We are

 children of God all saved by the same grace.

 We should all do the good Lords work, yet

 that's not what gets us through heavens gates.

 That my friend is believing in Jesus. Perfect man

 and perfect God, our sinless saviour nailed our

 sins to the cross


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A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

Here was a game of football
Like you’ve never seen before,
Two teams of football players
Who had just passed through 
death’s door?

All struck down by lightning
In a game of pace and skill
And the score line when the 
lightning struck was still nil-
nil

When the players reached the 
Pearly Gates
The lord was standing there,
With the devil in the shadows
Just waiting for his share

They both knew that these new 
players
Could command “Top of the Bill”
Seven minutes after kick-off
It was still nil-nil.

Heaven picked a team whom
Were a credit down on Earth,
Hell, a team of schemers
Who would cheat for all their 
Worth

Heaven hit the crossbar
And it gave the Lord a thrill
But halfway through the first 
half
It was still nil-nil.

Hell piled on the pressure
And they played like men 
possessed.
The remainder of the first 
half
Heaven struggled second 
best.

A golden goal would win it
And hell went in for the kill.
When the whistle blew for 
half time
It was still nil-nil.

The second half it started
And both teams were on their 
guard.
Heaven played like demons
And by heck they tackled 
hard.

And then Heaven won a 
penalty
The whistle it blew shrill
But Heaven missed the 
spot kick
It was still nil-nil.

Then there was a breakaway
By hells big number nine,
For hell to score the golden 
goal
It would have been a crime.

The winning goal was imminent
But Heavens save was brill
Then Heaven scored the golden 
goal
And it was now one-nil.

You may think this short poem
Is about a football game
Just remember good and evil
Are competing just the same.

For eternity they’ve battled
And you bet they always will
Until someone scores the 
golden goal
Its Heaven one – Hell nil


BY
DARRYL ASHTON