Heaven Places Poems

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Details | Free verse |
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013




Details | Couplet |
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.

We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured

except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw

of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle

a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete

to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars

to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires

to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013




Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth? for so long, so long, I tried to search and search Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach. my quest began since day of my birth. . . It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery. Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace. Meandering many miles from a dripping spring, the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye, heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby to hear it's lapping waters as it sings. This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss, the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau. Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss. Supple strong arms cradle me from harm Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood cracking gradually sadness that long clog Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm behold thee not by a necklace of glitter but a love so peaceful and oh so tender that 'til this life is through I'll remember no longer do I want ever be shut! as all these infuse in me reasons to smile and again take a look at yellow horizons with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you! Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity Heaven through my eyes displayed for free! Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world-- do you believe a place called heaven up there? If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl? ©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 01:00 pm, December 26, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
A perfect evening sky full of stars and
a bright, translucent crescent moon.

Hung like a blanket over the tree
filled mountain tops, bursting
in bloom.

The hillside is silently lazy with the
cast of yellow foliage smiling at
the glare of a perfect night.

Small embers sift through the windows
adorned with flickering light.

A quite little town sits in the valley
below. Everyone at home, near the
fire's glow.

Welcoming all the people,
in the distance a church tower is standing tall.
A cross atop it's steeple,
the warm feeling of come one, come all.

I am here on a blanket, kneeling on my knees,
watching the spruce trees as tall as the sky,
swaying in the peaceful, light breeze.

What a beautiful sight as I stare at the heavens
above. A wonderfully lit night,
painted by the angels with love.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
A burning golden river.
A thousand ember dots.
Whose endless waking slivers,
Hide liquid molten knots

A contented purring timbre 
Of viscous weary rock,
Caught in eyes of amber
And weeping molten locks

Its ingot rivlet ripples
Wafting whispers in the air.
Its quaking thunder trickles,
Build shaking sunder mares

Brushing one another,
Aurus tears they bleed
Darkened flesh they smother,
In dripping gilded creed

Burning golden river,
A weaving flame no more
Dusty charred banks quiver
Slaked in starlit gore.


7/17/15

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Arouse the morning   
Light filters on jade waters    
With icy sea stones 

Lapping sounds caress 
God’s beauty for soothing sound 
Uninfluenced joy 

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic monologue |
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose


Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine


Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room


That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'


That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully


To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules


So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray


So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey


God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat


God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day


When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay


The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore


You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '

--->PART FOUR

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
 UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do?   Where Will I Go?

What will I do?  Where will I go?
Which direction I’ll take…  I don’t really know!

In just a moment, I lost all,  that I worked hard to get…
I’m thinking of “letting go.”  
But haven’t done it yet…

The things I held so close...  Have all disappeared.
It happened so fast.  It’s kind of “weird.”

Those I call my friends, don’t really know
 what to say.
Most of them shake their heads, and walk away!

I’ve cried myself to sleep many days and nights.
It’s like someone has “turned off the lights.”

The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone!
I need him to heal my broken heart and home.

Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out?
I know that helping people is what you’re about!

Please help me to pick up the 
pieces that are scattered!
Help me to focus on the things in life
 that really matter!

I need to give you, all of my focus and attention!
I need your word to show me
 some clear direction!

You’re the one that I always need to hold on to!
I need to do this, and to completely trust you!

Thank you Jesus for listening
 and answering my prayer!
I’m thankful that you’re someone who really cares!

Thank you for restoring my life,
 that has been “up-ended.”
With your love, my heart has been
 healed and mended!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
The finest place to stop 
is on the very top.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
<                                            left behind
           
                                              how divine


                                              his choosing

                                               my losing


                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                         
                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

         
                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    
                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal


                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation


                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still


                                       
                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date


                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three




Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
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Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
A place we call "the Heaven"
Is not a spot in sky.
It doesn't take our space,
Does not exist in time.
.
The space and time appeared
When Universe was born,
And "stage" came to existence
From "river" of the Whole.
.
Where souls were bored to death,
No grows and no depth.
So, best way to perfection
Is "play" filled with objections ;)

Copyright © Russell Grushco | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A God who is not a human
Not a soul or created thing
A God who always hears and sees
Yet we cannot hear or see Him


A God who tests us, hence we cannot
See Him, a God who never lies
A God without human weakness
-Not Born- A God who does not die


A God who made us with a purpose
To worship Him, worship Him alone
A God who wants us to be Muslims
And Heaven our Eternal Home


By worshiping only One God
And following God's Rules and Laws
Allah is He. God is Allah.
Allah: The God who has no flaws


Allah is not the God of Arabs
Not all Arabs believe in Him
Allah is the God of all of us
Who made everyone and everything


If you ask 'why the name Allah? '
I ask you, why's your name your name?
Imagine your teacher says 'I'm Jane'
If you disbelieve you could be 'lame'

She says, 'Class, I'm Jane; I'm your teacher'
You say, 'I don't want a teacher 'Jane''
Your teacher says, 'my name is Jane'
You say, 'Don't teach, unless your name is changed'


If one has done that, they have rebelled
They're arrogant; they want attention
If you're a troublesome student
Then all you get is detention


So if Allah says that He is God,
That Allah is God, and God Allah
Then believe in God, worship Allah
To avoid Hell and its boiling lava


Allah is One, the Only True God
Allah created you and I
Allah has no children nor wife
Allah needs no bodyguard nor spy


Allah is One, God is Just One
I said 'One God', not 'God in Three'
One God who rules the whole universe
'More than many gods'? How can that be?


If there were many gods as some claim
The whole world would be upside down
False gods would vie with one another
As kings would fight for the same crown


God has no son. God has no daughter.
God has no wife, God did not marry
God is too Powerful and Perfect
God does not weaken nor get lonely


God is Allah, Allah the True God
If you now believe, please testify
That there is no god but Allah
And God was never crucified


Once you have recognized Allah
Remember that Allah has Rules
Rules that must be followed by all
All of God's servants, including you


God commanded us to pray to Him
To Pray to Him each day and each night
To worship Him our Creator Allah
Is the reason why God gave us life

--->PART THREE

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Heaven,
The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

Hell,
The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

Earth,
The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.




Copyright © shaye .... | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |
God's promise for every believer
after death to be with Christ
to live in His mansion in heaven above
prepared for us our own heavenly slice

For me heaven will be truly real
there we'll be with Jesus all the time
always in His presence what glory indeed
our spiritual condition always in prime

All the wonders of this new world
revealed in a moment so divine
finding out things never had known
all of this before was just a sign

Nature will be all inclusive
the lion indeed will lie with lamb
there peace will be serene
bringing fullest heart felt calm

Yes heaven will be real place
what was visionary will be true
all the promises will be fulfilled
sharing among the heavenly crew

Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
I want to go to a place where flowers sprout without watering where birds sing to their hearts 
content where nothing but peace flows through the air I want to go to the place that was 
made just for me, with love and care where I can sing, and dance, and be light in spirit I 
want to go to where I can be with My King and Father in His magical place Where I can be 
happy and walk on oceans, and not be afraid to go near it Where everything will be just so 
easy and no longer hard Where all my scars will be healed and washed away with just His 
look Where I will fear no evil and will not be scared I want to go to the place where I can not 
just have one house but have seven The place I wanna go is called Heaven

Copyright © alexandria waller | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet |
Copper pennies she would save throughout her younger years,
to indulge in penny poker with her husband and her friends.

She’d tuck away her winnings in her special penny tin, 
hoping each and every week that she would win again.

But alas her nights of poker would come crashing to an end,
with her husband’s passing followed by the death of poker friends.

She kept her tin of pennies for the memories they possessed,
their significance in her life was more extraordinary in her death.
 
For when she passed the hurt was so intense I could not bear, 
for her gift of life to me was gone, my soul was in despair.

Then suddenly without warning pennies started to appear, 
strategically left in places to remind me that she’s here.

The places I have found them are remarkable I attest,
like atop of my salt shaker, for to her salt was the best.

I found one on my keyboard as she knows the time I spend,
working diligently on a computer from morning till day’s end. 

Of all the twelve I’ve found so far, the most incredible I think,
is the one left on my birthday in the center of my sink.

For each one I receive I thank my mom from deep inside,
For sending pennies from heaven makes my aching hurt subside.
  
This story is quite sincere, so I felt it must be told,
As all my pennies from heaven are as precious as pure gold.

Copyright © Rebecca Beirne | Year Posted 2007

Details | Couplet |
Have heard heaven is such a sight
And one day drop by I just might;
Maybe around will ride my bike
With my friend whose name is Mike.

They say that streams are so clear
Whether far away or standing near;
Mountains are covered with much snow;
Every star twinkles and always will glow.

God made heaven a nice place for me;
No better one could there ever be;
It is pleasant and perfect I'm sure
And heaven forever will always endure.

Wrote a poem and went and said it
And I am glad Mike helped me edit;
Mike and my poems are everywhere;
Together we make a terrific pair.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
I was whisked away to Heaven;
It truly must have been a dream!
How else could I be writing this,
And telling you what I had seen?

The streets are transparent gold,
I can't believe my eyes!
It's as though I am floating,
In the heavenly skies!

The multi colored city walls,
Are made of precious stone.
And everywhere you walk to,
You are never there alone!

Everywhere you look to see,
Are God's people big and small.
Most amazing to me is that,
I knew the names of them all!

Overflowing with great joy,
Were those with whom I spoke.
No one was in pain or crippled,
Nor even a heart that was broke!

It wasn't lit by sun or moon,
But by God's glorious light!
I have never before seen,
Such a beautiful sight!

Then in the light's midst,
A humbling figure I did gaze!
Jesus my Lord and King,
Falling to my knees I offered Him praise!

I was overwhelmed as,
Jesus took hold of my hand!
Welcome home He said to me,
And then He lifted me so I could stand!

He gave me a hug,
And we began to walk.
I listened intently,
As Jesus did talk!

We came to a stop,
And I looked at His face.
I said "Thank you for the cross,
And taking my place!"

"Thank you for sacrificing,
Your blood and life for me.
So I can stay here,
With you for all eternity!"

Inspired by God
12/22/2006
Neal A. Carl

Copyright © Neal Carl | Year Posted 2007

Details | Diamante |
                      hell                                        
               hostile, haughty
         weeping, wailing, wishing
     Satan, sinners, savior, saved ones
         Singing, smiling, shining
              Golden, gorgeous
                      Heaven

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2009

Details | Bio |
Is it the same in Hale Ewa
Where the bars are  slow to wind
Are the regulars still clever
As they chatter in the kind
Is the Alawai still flowing
With giant frogs still growing
To the ever pounding
Same resounding surf
Is Kaiser pink still covering
The Royal Hawaiian Hotel
Does the tiki bar still spin
Or is it all skyscrapers
and the sun just can’t get in?
Fifty years and counting
Since I stepped upon the sand
In baggy shorts and go aheads
 Aloha shirt aflapping
With tomorrow looking grand


Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ballad |
There is a place where few have been
No beginning and no end
A place where I am prepared to go
They say you reap what you sow
I have done my share of very bad things
I flew home to piss on my ex-wife\'s grave
Drinking, smoking, lots of lust and sin has helped me come out of my shell
I am experiencing a hard mix between Heaven and Hell
Practicing Witch Craft one step away from a human sacrifice
I could feel the blood in my veins turn to ice
My life has been a twist and turn affair, never a straight line
If I were to ask you are you dark or do you shine
Nobody is holier than thou, so stop the fake front
Come clean with the bad things you have done
Do a gut check and you will be able to tell
How potent  is your shot will be of Heaven and Hell
There is chess board in everyone\'s life and we are all pawns
Just which side is your bread buttered on
Do gooders, most are sinners behind closed doors
Money is the root of all evil, yet churches ask people to give more
A percentage of your income to make the preachers rich
They have no interest in you, yet you are one dollar away from sleeping in a ditch
Sinners openly display their intentions in life
Wife cheats on husband because husband cheats on wife
Go ahead and pray for forgiveness for all your daily sins, another trip to the well
Here, the bar is open, here's your hard mix of Heaven and Hell
Catholic Priests molesting alter boys, they will definitely face the heat
Is there forgiveness for them to reach their Heavenly retreat
Where do you fit in with the grand master scheme of things, no one can tell
Everyone will be able to place their order for their shot of Heaven and Hell

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? |

          I fly to Heaven on the back of the most glorious and beautiful beings, an 
Angel. Its wings lined with elegant gold and a crown of leaves that wave swiftly in 
the air. We soar through the silky white clouds and end at the everlasting resting 
place, there to hail the Lord our God. The gates open and I see the most 
astonishing place. The gardens have slow, trickling water and animals running 
unreservedly and feeding on herbal vegetation. Also, they sip from the fountain of 
eternal life. The flowers attract my attention with their breathtaking aroma and the 
buckeye tree sprouting its bloom. I suddenly feel a warm familiar breeze brush 
across my face, reminding me of a past summer. I walk in my milky white, 
contented robe to find a beautiful lagoon with waters so blue and so perfectly 
clear like the souls of the people present. I dive into the water and momentarily 
emerge. Adjacent to my right a dolphin swims. I grab a hold of its tarsal and go 
for a ride. I return to the shore where I stood earlier and laid down in the sand. I 
watched the clouds move slowly across the sky. The tide flows in leisurely over 
my feet, as if massaging them. The sound of the bird overhead and the water 
crashing into the shore put me into a tiring, peaceful mood. I awoke a while later 
to the sound of a familiar tune I have heard once before and then I walked with a 
friend across the beach talking of everything we discovered about the enchanting 
place, and we were joyful that this is where our lives will be spent, in this blissful 
place. 

Copyright © Kurtis Donnersbach | Year Posted 2006

Details | Monoku |
looking upwards I cry aloud-Venus disrobes,her cloak of 
cloud.
Brian Strand 8Sept 'write it in one line'

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
A breath of fresh air on a warm summer morning
A blessing in disguise that came without warning

A drizzle of rain falling from the sky at steady pace
A song sung by an angel with such grace

A place of peace filled with harmony
A fortune of forgiveness for you and me

A love so strong and endearing
A time when all wrongs start disappearing



 

Copyright © Barretta Freeman | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cinqku |
Archways
of acers,
tunnels of oak
in cathedrals of beech
arbors

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
There is a heaven
 There is a hell
 There is the black void
 
Dear Heaven,
 I am a good little soul
 I've done good things
 I've done nothing wrong
 Why are you sending me away?
 
Dear Hell,
 I guess I'm a good little soul gone bad
 Heaven sent me away
 Can I stay here?
 Okay I guess I'm not wanted here
 
Dear Black Void,
 Heaven and Hell didn't want me
 Thank you for not judging me
 I see you've taken many wandering souls in
 I'm going to make myself known
 
I am a little soul
 That's who I am
 Heaven and Hell can't change me.

Copyright © jessica broward | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Heaven 
I tried to ascertain just what EYE might be. 
EYE = Eternity. 
A rally long time. 
E = MC 3. 
Heaven. 

A boy running in a straight line and never tiring never 
even stopping just running and running and never out 
of breathe never worried about his little heart, no start 
or beginning and no ending. 

Wait , no that is not eye. 

Heaven. 

Three Old Men walking with walking sticks. 
Walking in a straight line ,stately, and with dignity. 
Three Old Men whom are dignities , walking in the desert, 
passing bye a tent,turning out of the heat because 
Abraham hailed them. 
Please kind sirs stop in here and eye will feed them. 
EYE am Heaven. 
Eye am on my way to destroy the Sodom and Gomorrah. 
For the hue and the cry of it has reached to me in Heaven. 
Heaven. 
Sometimes fire upon the wicked just to save them. 
Heaven. 
Life instead of death deserved. 
Heaven. 
Manna in the wilderness instead of a man in a red dress. 
Heaven. 
Eye could now go on and on and on and on and on and on and on, 
Heaven??? 
  

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2006