Paradise Life Poems | Examples
These Paradise Life poems are examples of Life poems about Paradise. These are the best examples of Life Paradise poems written by international poets.
must a man lose everything
to divine those truths inside -
must he bare his marrow else
deny what flesh should hide -
and will he open up his veins
thus through his blood, abide:
there is a thrumming stronger
than what beats in his breast?
must a kingdom wage a war
to stand and prove its might -
pave its streets in solid gold
and show its doctrine’s right -
oh must it build its parapets
in stone, to grandest heights
to know without one question
there’s a paradise that waits?
must a god be sacrosanct
through all that he applies
faultless in his form or law
while innocence thus cries
must he let his redress act
midst truth as passion dies
or is that err of humankind
how love so finds its breath?
for love is yet the only force
that triumphs over …
death.
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No this world
No present, new past, new tradition, no this life, never
This world is running out, just check the time, still alive
No, this culture, no, this science, it’s already dead kind
The present, the new past, and tradition kill the world
Innocent is guilty, and the sinner is the innocent here
Hmm, I am guilty here, the accusation is my respect
The love of old times, texts, and prophets, ancient eras
This is my sin, psychology is killing my life. I love paradise
The past life
Only
Real moral
And only
The creation
The origin
The original
One
There is only
One
The first couple
The human pair
Create again
Beginnig
Origin of
New World
The
One
I heard the trees rustling,
Whispering something untold,
I tired to decode it,
And found the secret of life.
Secret is simple—
Live, laugh and love,
While hearing,
And feeling the pulse of nature.
The rains are here, relentless as ever
The grass blade is excited like never
The season of hibernation is over
Swirling in water, as a duck dumpling
in sauce
The blade of grass has come home
A rich gourmet of moisture and nutrients
Thrusts the roots, taking its journey southward
And the shoots going northwards
The grass blade has taken its place.
As the rains continue in its season
The lush of greenery fills the reasons
Natural beauty in lyrical passion
Paradise in a paradox, Laying among
the lilies.
Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas.
~ Henry Louis Mencken
Who cares if I but die today
or a day after, for all I care,
There's nothing else to do or say
No thoughts to write or share…
Why would I linger on in despair?
So let me live my last days my way
To drink, dance, cheat, steal or lie,
You are welcome to join, if you may,
I'll feast and frolic, least worried to die
drinking wine, whiskey, rum and rye.
If I do none but good deeds and pray,
Will you guarantee heaven when I die?
I'll be honest and walk a straight way
On the words of the Lord I shall rely…
Will I then in Paradise blissfully lie?
Oh, I am aware about the afterlife,
I rather enjoy this life here and now
Neither heaven I crave nor eternal life
Unless you wanna go first somehow
Verify this place with joys did endow.
A LITANY OF TODAY'S FROTHING POETIC WAVES
GLORY BE TO GOD
Healing thanks to God,
sun risings, and sun settings;
Each day, a blessing:-
OF PARADISE LOST
Apple fell from tree,
Teasing snake tricked she and he,
Leaving you and me,
Evicted from paradise,
Where all was peace, love, and nice:-
HALTING EVIL WINDS
Horror winds blowing,
Breezing political grief;
God’s halting coming:-
GLORIOUS SUNSHINE
His sunshine lights up
The spirit of each day’s heart;
Come God, light up mine’s too,
Always reflecting your light
In daily labors of love:-
OF ANY AND EVERYTHING
What can God not do?!
Not a question, an answer;
Glory be to God!
There is nothing God can’t do!
Thus, be today’s awareness:-
Eve took the apple, and gave it Adam, and everything changed.
We were taken from paradise and moved to another place.
That is now causing us to choose life or death.
The apple was powerful and changed the world we should pay attention to the words and pray.
God told us to follow all the rules.
Walking now endlessly trying to find our way back to thee.
We lost our path and can’t see, anyway to find our way.
Some have died trying to get there, some have found the path that leads to thee.
We hope and pray to find our way.
A vein in me narrows a little bit every day,
I have tethered myself to shallow promises;
strengthened my organs of clay,
and deceived them to believe
Forever is either momentary bliss or death.
But then I heard a call in the blinding dust, echoing;
I saw you assembling pieces of my skin,
meaningless, disintegrated, ignored-
And sewing them up considerately;
A new form generating in creases of cordial hands;
a miracle stitched up all together,
by an artist devoted to life.
A New Society
Eras, centuries, and histories have disappeared
New social systems are emerging and disappearing
But it all disappears, is destroyed, is forgotten. Time is a killer
And a doctor. Doctor. The past can not feel the suffering of a fire
There is no perfect society. We can just create a better one than the last
I am a believer in the next, best, and long-lived super society
The Galactic Society. We are humans. We must be extraterrestrials
We climbed from the tree a long time ago. And we were expelled from Paradise
So, let’s go. We need, we must, and we will create a new super Galactic Paradise
New Society
Is it a dream?
Still
Now
The pain increases every day
bit by bit, I have no say
I do what I can to ease it all
but it’s been a real long-haul
from cramping feet to head in a vice
swollen fingers, no paradise
aching hips, joints all stiff
inner workings gone skew-whiff
pins & needles, exhaustion too
I get no help, so I push through
muscles ache, it’s hard to heal
feel like perhaps I got a raw deal
Insomnia, brain fog, twitches & more
just some of the symptoms I endure
no two days are ever the same
Its wretched Fibro’s twisted game
The invisible illness no one sees
a chronic condition considered a disease
widespread pain & yet I smile
but some days wish I could turn down the dial.
The meaning of living,
is to feel life...
Life is verse,
reverse,
universe...
we live in paradise on earth
when we live a beautiful childhood...
Do you want to see stars in the sky,
then turn off the light...
Do you want to talk to them!
then be a poet...!
If it is to escape from life,
it is not worth living...
But if it is to live,
then it is worth escaping from death...
Sensible Flower
Butterfly on the flower,
A red rose follower,
A dripping dawn’s dew,
Sorting a day anew.
A buzzing sound of a bee,
Like waves in the sea.
Flower in the field,
Where honey is made.
In wild fields,
Where nature nurtures its seeds.
The yellow color from sunrise,
The morning is like paradise.
Red roses rise in green grasses,
The land is not barren but filled with grace.
Flowers are everywhere!
Flowers here, flowers there.
Rain falls down fairly often,
Birds as pollinators bind the pollen.
The sky smiles with excitement,
As clean oxygen migrates in contentment.
The roots are getting older,
Flowers are still fodder.
A person's mind, Life, body, is intended/
For the person it was given to/
Not to be messed with in any ways/
In sacred gifts, we find our own/
The mind and life, a body's throne/
By God's design, our vessel created for us alone/
To tarnish such, our souls are maimed/
Life is too precious to seize and bind/
Sadistic ploys, deceit so bare/
To harvest trust, a hollow snare/
Unmask the face, let truth alight/
Reveal the self in honesty/
Never play with heart's intent/
For actions hold divine lament/
On judgement day, our deeds unfold/
The weight of a black heart, it's story told/
Respect life, the love, the core/
For Paradise awaits/
Beyond the door/
My liberation
My salvation
Even with fog and ice
She's my Paradise
I embrace her
Whenever
Aches of existential sea
Embrace me
If I see you in heaven,
will you still be eleven?
Or will you have grown into a man ~ dark, handsome, and tall?
And when we converse,
will you be able to expound on the universe?
Or will your thinking still be eleven years small?