Heaven Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
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What gorgeousness is Beauty most treasured,
that breathes life, air, and health into starving lungs,
so ecstasy that's beyond being measured,
make even angels rejoice and speak in tongues?
Nothing is more blissful than passion enjoyed;
and nothing's greater than love supernal,
which inspires joy when two hearts are alloyed,
in union of mind and soul eternal.
Love everlasting and preternatural,
and Beauty incomparable, divine,
transcendent, and utterly ethereal,
transform lovers that join, and intertwine.
To love is beauty, and beauty will not move:
what more could the world need now to know,
than heaven and earth were made from Beauty's love,
and grace, that sanctify with a sacred glow?
Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!
Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!
All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.
Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.
Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.
Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.
Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep her alive.
Three growing grandkids she embraced and loved;
her gentle heart they shared for just a while.
Then, years flew by- two generations grew-
to crown her Great-Great Grandma with a smile.
I feel her presence in the things I do,
as part of her still grows and lives in me;
and everything she taught me carries on,
as I, a Great-Grandmother now, can see.
In clouds, I often see her gentle face
and know that she's with God, and not her grave-
for she's my Saint in Heaven- there to be
the inspiration I will always crave.
My fate past death and judgment of my soul
stirs up deep thoughts more often as I age.
Will promises beyond life's final stage,
well-shaped by faith, grant Heaven as my goal?
I dream I died- the darkness is so still-
but suddenly swirls into beams aglow
that sweeps me up on rays of boundless flow
into the mist of God's almighty Will.
With Him, I feel dear loved ones and their glee
embrace my soul, and with no voice- appear
to speak in silence, sensing my replies-
as angel spirits too, now welcome me.
I wake at peace with closure to my fear.
With God, I'll be, as my strong faith implies.
A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce more things in heaven, earth
than are dreamt of in your philosophy
and as the night the day, thou canst not then
be false to any man, nor die but once.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and
our little life is rounded with a sleep.
To sleep! Perchance to dream a little dream -
and lo! what light through yonder window breaks?
The fault lies not within the stars, but in
ourselves; we know what we are, but know not
what we may be, and yet, what’s in a name?
The course of true love never did run smooth...
If music be the food of love, play on,
for all that glisters is not gold, and you,
dear sir, have loved both wisely, well indeed.
Rest easy, bard, for well thou wore the crown.
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Phrases from various works of Shakespeare in honor of the bard's birthday
A friend of ours just passed away this year-
a special man within our senior set.
His daughter prayed to God that He may hear
her wish for signs her Dad- his Maker, met.
The service at the funeral was deep-
as holy scripts and soulful hymns were heard.
'Amazing Grace' brought tears, as some did weep;
the other song- its recognition, blurred.
This unique hymn was one her father chose-
to play when that time came to lift his soul,
with words and meaning that to him were close;
embracing death with peace- his final goal.
Then, at the grave, the Deacon ascertained,
he did not know that second hymn portrayed.
But, on the way, God's message was ordained!
That same hymn from his radio was played!
Our friend's dear daughter then believed for sure
that God had answered her lone, soulful plea!
"My Dad is with his Maker- blessed and pure;
God's message sent via this hymn, to me."
November 1, 2021
Contest: "S" Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: 4 - Soulful
True Story - Funeral was October 29, 2021
God Made Seas Which Him Would Please
God made seas which him would please;
Many mountains high along with tall trees;
Always seemed so smart and very clever;
Could tell by all the things He did endeavor.
Birds sang so shrill while small babies cry;
Saw huge her of animals as they pass by;
Rays of hope reflected when inspected;
God's Son as our savior He had selected.
So we would exist God food would provide,
And always inside me His Spirit did abide;
Each wild wave came rushing to the shore;
On bright beach sand we are sure to adore.
With God we will be calm and really relax;
Free from burden not having to pay any tax;
Doing things God is completely capable;
Provide food for us on each and every table.
With all of His commandments must comply;
God radiated whole world as well as beautify;
Even though we are uneasy and hesitating,
Trinity in heaven for all of us will be waiting.
Heaven Must Be a Big Place
Almost Ten Years Since Sandyhook
There is something we must face;
Heaven must be a lovely big place;
Many faces can be found all around;
All faithful have been heaven bound.
Left my grave after there I had laid;
A home for me in heaven He made;
Killed by someone who was mean,
And left behind such a terrible scene.
God to heaven all of us would take;
Always will respect Him and His sake;
As a child Mom said that I did behave;
Soul He made for me was sure to save.
Jim Horn
Winter seems to be so severe;
Had tormented while it is here;
Spring is now and am impressed;
Up things seems to be all dressed.
Another new year did reappear
While my horse thinks it is *****;
Each flower has began to bloom;
Swept leaves away with a broom.
Remained alone in my room day by day;
No longer on earth will remain and stay;
In heaven beloved God would receive;
Behind all of my loved ones did leave.
Jim Horn
A fish in tank, still moves it's fins, and swims at the very edge of safety, but why?
A Bird in Cage, still flaps its wings, and pokes its beak, and sees the blue blue sky, but why?
A Child in Womb, kicks and kicks so to get out of the warm safe heaven true, but why?
A Fish will be meat to other big fish, and birds find worms to eat, and cats to defeat.
A Child will maybe rise, only to find, about Humanity, the Human lies.
All of my trees appear to have been bare
Leaves with pine needles lay everywhere
Grass no longer green we can always tell;
To see all of God's works will sit for a spell.
Birds still eat food while they are singing
Reminds me of how I often am have being
In God's sight things will be at their best
Have thought of Him much as I do rest.
What if gracious God I would have been,
Saving people from hurt and so much sin
Much responsibility for me to try and take
Helping all those whose hearts do break.
God I am glad that You are who You are
Savior of souls as well as a guiding star
Heaven will have so many stories to tell
How horrible angel had ended up in hell.
Disciples there did tell us about things
How in heaven all of the angels sings
Savior born who for our sins sufficed
Who one day was called Jesus Christ.
Now my Savior seems so close and near
Did die and to heaven would disappear
After He had been raised from the dead
Drank his wine and had eaten his Bread.
Love and loss are a heaven and a hell;
a purgatory and limbo, a place
of sorting out: a place where lovers fell;
and drift into reflective, lonely space,
a realm that's not a lover's citadel,
but still a place where souls may yet embrace.
God Created Unity and Infinity
God made ships including sea and shore;
Our family and friends who we do adore;
Wonderful wife that children would yield;
Friendly farm with flowers found in a field.
For us, God created every day and week;
Those who may be both humble and meek;
Rivers running and tides as they change;
All of the planets and stars neatly arrange.
God caused and created chemical reaction;
Addition, multiplication along with subtraction;
Every inch and, unity combined with infinity;
Homes that God gave us and each amenity
God made great oceans that turn and toss;
For His son to die on, He created a cross;
Much strength and energy to us He gave;
In battle, He taught us how to be brave.
Had been in heaven and God would meet;
Saw Him there sitting on judgement seat;
Regardless of appearance or color of skin;
Saved us from shortcomings and each sin
On Halloween- so many years ago,
our grandkids had a pet named Georgie cat;
a sweet Tuxedo cat for sure, although-
could offer soothing purrs or claws combat!
Kids dressed him up in a red-devil suit-
were so surprised he did not hiss or stir.
Just slight annoyance on his face, so cute;
to dressing up, he sweetly did defer.
The glare within his gold-green starring eyes
so much enhanced his red-horned costume, that
our Georgie with his Halloween disguise
became our holiday's much-loved black cat.
But now, in heaven- where dear kitties go,
we're left with memories- and one photo.
As Georgie angel purrs neath halo-glow,
we smile- remembering his devil show.
October 12, 2020
Contest: Halloween Meow
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Revised from a shorter 12-line Rhymed Poem
posted October 14, 2015,
to this longer 16-line Iambic Pentameter Poem
United States With Golden Gates
When we saw the United States,
Were greeted by golden gates;
Best place where we want to be;
God does abide in our society.
Truth to each other everyone tells;
Could hear clanging freedom bells;
Independence they all did declare;
While Jesus with us is always fair.
(Fairest Lord Jesus)
God many good things did grant;
Wide wheat fields started to plant;
Milk was made from many cows;
Peace on earth He always allows.
Prayed for people and pandemic;
Those who died or are still sick;
Saw morning sun starting to break;
Each soul to heaven God did take.
Did grow dark after sun had set;
We have hope while fools will fret;
Pure and perfect us God had made;
Past soon into serenity shall fade.
Jim Horn