Eden Poems - Poems about Eden

Happily jumping inside the Devil's mouth, dodging his teeth snatching delicacies of destruction to feed on. You know, Apples from Eden bloom year-round in concrete soil fertilized with bloodshed. The low hanging fruit comes without bruises. It usually lands in someone's hungry hands before decomposition gets an invitation… So this way of life lives on finding a replacement to bleed because The...

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The skyline wheezes through gauze-thick breath, its lungs ossified in scaffolded sighs, where children etch constellations on smog, and pigeons strut in soot-stained pride. Dark as coal, and quieter than sleep, the city dreams in monochrome, its rivers choked with yesterday’s sins, its gardens traded for silicone. Traffic flows like veins in a dying beast, pumping noise into the marrow of stillness. We built this...

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She collects souls to be their shepherd, to keep them — and their short lives — safe. All moments, catalogued in the chaos and cosmos. She watches them thrive. Her curiosity appears as wit, sharp with double entendres, an intelligence cloaked in playful tongues. She heals wounds that leave invisible scars. She wraps her mind around others’ worries and offers another way — a kinder path, a...

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The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes, That’s how time flies, With hope to rise, And potential born of dedication, Yet drowned beneath trepidation. You’re the descended curse from Eden, Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding. Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity, You are the seed of Adam and Eve, Footsteps echo in melancholy. You pray for wealth, not to be holy, Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly. But silence guards...

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Gasping as she glimpses out of the 2D The majestic colors full and in 3D ...

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One love, one life, one God, and one story for each of us. Love we each make our choices, who to love and who to leave. Some loves just don’t meet our needs. Some loves just can’t see, all that we need. Some are perfect, but are unavailable, because they are already in a relationship....

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Creation cries through wind and wave and tree, Tree roots clutch soil like prayers yearning free. Free rivers sing, but choked by human hand, Hand scorched the skies, now breathes a dying land. Land we were gifted, Eden’s greenest grace, Grace we forgot, now storms our hearts replace. Replace the waste with care, the greed with love, Love heals the earth—our charge...

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Love for us is always a tryst inside of Eden intimacy shared in the most exotic of places Whispers born from of our deepest desires and adoring looks of contentment on sated faces Your touch brings me from bud to full bloom Tenderly, you embrace me beneath moonlit skies It's there we meld; soul entering soul with each kiss Each caress...

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The Earth opens her mouth, but only smoke escapes. No words—just the long exhale of something dying too slowly. She once spoke in green— a dialect of leaf and wing, of rivers fluent in direction. Now, her language is static and flame. We stitched motorways across her skin, called it progress. Drilled into her marrow, called it wealth. Even silence has texture— ask the glaciers, ask the bees. She...

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The Great Halls of Eden (A lone voice whispers) Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor Tomás de Torquemada Dressed in a dark robe With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake I can remember when Love brought me through a gate To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection Cruelty Intolerance, and Fanaticism And when she nearly broke me within each...

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[Note : For FINISH MY POEM CONTEST Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose Tuesday 15/4/25 1st two verses by Mystic Rose Rose ] (3rd Placing in Contest) As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a...

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Everybody cooks at their own time and temperature. Your journey is for you, mine, uniquely, for me. We are not 'sameness-evolved' meant to be. We all grow our spirits separately, so, too, our emotions and philosophies. Uniqueness serves our soul’s artistry. Some of us are new souls, others advanced. Earth-mingling our unique is not circumstance. If manifesting divine potential were a tangible, it...

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‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden copper red the taste another from the darkness in shadows I wait desperate for love one more face I need to feel it to feel alive in this place no heat skin against my skin it's cold and unforgiving I'll forgive myself...

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This is your Garden of Eden It’s a garden that needs weedin’ And it needs seedin’ To get you Heaven ready This is Satan’s offering Offering you to sin and skip the drossing (He offered Christ a shortcut to His crossing) To get you [not Him] Hell ready Once able to choose the good or evil freely Now only able to choose the...

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What if..? The snake had not deceived the first human to eat that apple. Like animals—naked, primitive, homeless, wanderers— We would still have been only the salts of the earth in Eden. Eating all fruits except those of knowledge and life... In a garden where we do not work, but God works for us. Perhaps we would be born, but never...

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