Poems About: HEAVEN
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If thou art fair, deal, lady, fair,
And let the scales be even;
Forbid the poising beam to rear,
And pull thee down from heaven. read more »George Moses Horton
254.Abanadi, Sir Am I In Heaven
[ This is a poem with the title as if pronounced with such
a meaning in our dialect ' abanadi siram ay ' in
English ' Oh my God this is so good '
Its with a deep thoughts to a funny poem ] read more »Ency Bearis
255.Heaven's Little Angels
Through the innocence of children at play. . .
Smile down heaven's little angels to show them the way.
Watching and caring for them from above,
Always keeping them in God's love. Every little whisper, every little tip tap toe, read more »Carolyn Daste Hurtado
256.A Touch Of Heaven
All creation is burdened by sin
And softness is really quite hard
What we feel as gentle and light
Heaven reveals all has been marred. read more »Richard Merrell
257.Hearts First Word. II
And all her soft dark hair
Breathed for him like a prayer,
And her white lost face
Was prisoned to sonie far place. read more »Isaac Rosenberg
258.Heaven and Pre-Heaven
Standardized to the mutable penultimate,
The step just below the heaven unknown hitherto,
And unshackled from all steps trodden ere,
The ultimate I can now behold; read more »Bhanu Padmo
I imagine Heaven
as a wonderful, happy place.
Where joy and contentment,
brings a smile to every face. read more »Ron Tranmer
260.Today... 'Blessèd and only Potentate'
No mortal man can bear the awesome sight
of the One in unapproachable light
Blessèd and only Potentate from heaven
To Him all honour and power is given. read more »Roy Allen
The society of heaven.
Man through his efforts
seeks relief from
this burden. read more »Solagbade Oyefara
262.Heaven only knows
Heavens fate nobody knows
Its beauty is like a purple
Damask clustered rose read more »Mark Heathcote
263.HELL OR HEAVEN
In heaven, only the pristine, immortal and the noble dwell.
In hell! Let’s say the house of inferno, the skeptics perish.
Like dawn is for heaven and dusk is for hell.
Heaven is haven its self read more »Bryan De Poet
With a sparkle in her eye's gleaming
the sweet smelling scent
of Jasmine on her skin
and wild flowers freely flowing read more »Spiritwind Wood