Hell Heaven Poems | Examples
These Hell Heaven poems are examples of Heaven poems about Hell. These are the best examples of Heaven Hell poems written by international poets.
At birth I enter the cell
Heaven and Hell
Here on Earth, it’s hard to tell
Heaven and Hell
The reading from the Holy Pell
Heaven and Hell
A highway or a stairwell
Heaven and Hell
Milton and Dante, do tell
Heaven and Hell
Screwtape’s nephew learns well
Heaven and Hell
A king and the witch’s spell
Heaven and Hell
Emotions a hurricane swell
Heaven and Hell
A voice left in quell
Heaven and Hell
Watch out for Luther’s inkwell
Heaven and Hell
Past the shadow and death’s dell
Heaven and Hell
The bell’s knell
Heaven and Hell
The 13th pealing as well
Heaven and Hell
Resolution:
Covered by a pall
And that’s all
A death and pangs on Earth
And then eternal birth
we live in hell
waiting heavens open gate
and new beginning
How strange to be of the last;
to write in the end and dregs of time,
but must needs believe, as in the past
that many to come might be reading mine.
A part who knows the grains run out
and another hoping for posterity;
with this contradicting mud about
to still pen down some clarity.
It breaks my heart how few might read,
but more torn I’d be if not to write -
for creating in me is a greater need
and I must still try with might on might.
Even if my audience be one indeed,
I will write for Heaven and give hell spite.
There is a saying that goes like this;
If you know Christ as Lord and Savior,
you have nothing to worry about,
but if you don’t, you have every thing
to worry about,
If you healthy and saved you have nothing
to worry about,
if you are not you have
every thing to worry about,
if you are saved and die
and go to heaven
you have nothing to
worry about,
but if you are not you have
every things to worry about,
because in hell
You worry about
whether you are
going to be
boiled or crispy fried.
So what are you
worrying about?
(“Beyond the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
I imagine the book of life
Is written in clear distinct font
While the book of death
Is indistinct, written in smeared scribbles
About people whose lives were equally ambiguous.
Heaven thus is without a doubt
While Hell is the place
With room for all the rest.
(11/29/25)
Everyone thinks they’re heaven bound
Who’d want a trip to hell underground
We figure despite faults and sins
We will be forgiven and allowed in
We choose to be orange optimistic
Despite red actions being pessimistic
We really aren’t kind to our fellow man
But want God’s grace, in a bigger plan
I too am a product of human sin
Satin has a contest I don’t want to win
Turning away from sandy selfish ways
Striving to grow my soul strong in faith
Prayer and a dare to just be kind
Seems it is rare to give to find
hell is a fountain of youth
the age of a fountain is the age of a youth
the age of a fountain is the age of hell
hell is a ageless youth
hell is a ageless fountain
paradise is a ageless hell
paradise is a older hell
heaven is older than hell
heaven is older than paradise
heaven is a older hell
fountain of youth is a older fountain of youth
old is older than heaven
old is older than a fountain of youth
the young and the youth is the old and the youth
young is a younger youth
young is younger than heaven
young is younger than hell
young is younger than a fountain of youth
paradise is a young paradise
paradise is a young heaven
paradise is a young hell
There are things I've done in my life
I don't believe can be washed away
No matter how much I repent
I will burn come my Judgment Day
I'm at the point of giving up on God
I feel he has given up on me
I used to pray to him every day
All unanswered as far as I can see
I know all that is in the Bible
And what each book has to say
Psalms 23 says Lord is my shepherd
Well I'm the lamb that went astray
I never felt at home in his flock
I guess my wool was too black
I left the path of righteousness
With no plans of ever going back
Maybe you can pray for me
My prayers got nothing in return
St Peter at those Pearly Gates
Can send me to Hell to burn
Mikey, oh Mikey, you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position against all the poor
With lies and deceit, you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words, you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Don’s little puppet, a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll, a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying and silly word games
And prepare for eternity burning in flames
O Rhyme! how I express my joy in thee;
but sorrow drains desire, and grace received,
depriving me of your vivacious sea
of gilded imagery. I deceived,
for happiness and cheer leap from my page:
though melancholy, the womb of all odes,
the false bliss which bloomed in the soil of rage,
doomed me, and love, to life's despondent roads.
But I, both human and bard, now declare:
brave words inspired, but deep insight brought pain.
Like diamonds, forged by pressure and fine care,
bright hope reflect'd its glory, then healed my brain.
Hence, my rhymes, sung with new elation's blood,
build heaven on earth where only hell has stood.
I know her well, and she knows me too well,
the way we two talk, the whole town can tell,
ten years wed, fire she spits,
drives me crazy, out of wits,
how wedding cakes can change heaven to hell!
the underworld rumbles and summons
beckoning in groveled whispers
with undertones of shady pretenses
haunted by gods and demons
who brazenly wave their book of souls
tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife
meanwhile here kings and rulers
wealth in pocket pauper in heart
build their towers to climb to heaven
every last of these towers of babylon
will one day come apart at the seams
they’ll disintegrate and fall to dust
greed and hate and malice
feed self-fulfilling prophecies
of wars designed to never end
man’s self-destruction on auto-pilot
will one day rise their corpses from fetid ashes
and lead their crusade into eternal damnation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Heaven
Glorious beautiful
Experience everlasting joys
Jesus permeate every corner
Everlasting burning punishment
Weeping in gnashing
Wickedness dwells
Hades
03/26/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
How far from earth are heaven and hell?
And which way do you go to get there, pray tell?
Did God create a GPS for the soul?
Or did he give little devils or angels the role
to escort you to the place where for eternity you'll dwell?
It was so hot, my nose melted off my face.
It was so hot, my blistered feet got fused in place.
It was so hot because of an infernal fire
that God eternally stoked to fulfill his desire
to flash fry those who'd refused to be in a state of grace.
If not for this fence, there'd be no shade,
and we'd be burning up watching this hellscape parade
of hellhounds and lizards ~
and three-headed wizards ~
and griffins with gross gizzards ~
making the little kiddies afraid.
His music is mesmerizing but can one compare it to the sense of Heaven or Hell? He screams as the Voice of Rock and many of his songs are indeed angelic, but what of the ones that turn the fire on? I can see him sampling both, after all Glenn is a God.
what is the rare truth
journey to heaven or hell
to rest or to burn