Heaven And Hell Poems - Poems about Heaven And Hell

A single thought runs through my head, As I wonder what went wrong, My friends must think I’m dead, They haven’t heard from me in so long. I tried to walk, but I fell, The road to heaven goes through miles of hell....

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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? ...

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Once upon a time, there was a world, a one-derful world. Before they needed explanations that became their defining moment. Contrasts, and differences that tore them apart. Heaven and Hell are constants, from their privileged beginnings; they are made to appear by design, inseparable throughout. They are making the point, concerning both, divisiveness and oneness, like some binding...

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Standing on the precipice of fear and awe, We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty. We make all our heavens and hells. This edge of possibility, where we search uncharted interstellar dimensions, the wormholes and blackholes beyond our comprehension. Intelligent maker of such things, If it is evident anywhere, then, we are surely too small to know. Does it drift through space like an...

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As I wrote about Hell My senses got heightened I wrote an incredible poem But deleted it, frightened I'll try again, but from a safe space Like Tenacious D Lost something great in haste But here I am, afraid to describe Fire and fury, Hell in it's glory Infinite torture with no place to hide There's a theory that Hell's here already That's not too...

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Highs and lows no Goldilocks zone Supine, prone Window open, closed Too warm, a tad cold Lows, more highs trepidation, Top on, top off Wow aroused what the hell! I’ve just been there, back in heaven not for long, it’s gone so is my pillow Awake! oh for the love of… what a night Stupid late Pizza! By David Kavanagh...

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They went to dwell in heavens Yet,turned them into hells after some days. And my soul flies far, day by day farther and farther In search of heavens....

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Heaven Peaceful, White Relaxing, Calming, Resting God, Angels, Demons, Devil Jumping, Scratching, Turning Crimson, Turbulent Hell Tuesday, January 4, 2022 ...

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white dresses for peace cute bras and panties in black Zion and pit cruce...

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heaven angelic, glorious, rejoicing, ascending, lifting empyrean, blissful, hades, netherworld condemning, descending, flaming ...

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Burning hearts Brought forth from the blooms of spring It comes in no singular form Only under the indefinite term One comes to know it by February is when the plantling appears March is the season of new love Nay New hope Passion coursing through our venation Mutual equivalent exchange Nay The exchange of energy That only creates more energy To be bestowed upon us The moon rays shining...

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Long lilac grace brave bold embrace familiar dread face I know. Serene soft kiss feeling fine bliss tame lorn tenderness I think. Holding hot chance calming close glance daunting vague dance I know. Weary worn eyes divulge dead whys long imagined lies I think. Trite terse dream languid love’s theme sad imagined scheme I know. (click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)...

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One day I am in heaven with contentment The sun everywhere warming me up Daffodils follow me through the yard Giggling as they make friends with the violets Then something happens I stub my toe, I break a finger, A grizzly bear eats my arm off. Bam. I am in hell, angry, sorrowful, keening and wailing. I have found your arm! My mother...

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with you next to me death doesn't scare me you are a goddess who makes me feel immortal...

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A man wearing funeral clothes Tongue tied, an unspoken tryst. He smiles, like an affectionate holocaust A quadrupedal wood, the locus of a hoover act. An assigned peacemaker painted Over the Judas kiss. And the one in a dress I dont pray, Nor his cousins are my prey. So i return, my oldest friend He bulids a concrete wall on my chest, Waiting for my heart to...

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