Heaven-hell Poems

Heaven-hell poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of heaven-hell poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on heaven-hell are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Death- An Inevitable Truth

Death  An Inevitable Truth short poem

Death will drain, Life’s every strain. All things will mend, After death in the end. Be it big or small, Death has its role. Death is not a notion, That fears no pill or potion. Life is a maze, That

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In Sleep

In Sleep short poem

A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes

A Scrapbook Of Memories

A Scrapbook Of Memories short poem

A storm cracks it’s thunder at me I look out to the faded death of night I’ve made myself a scrapbook of memories First is the woman, in dim gravure She throws her clothes at strangers Her life is loneliness,

Happiness, Happiness

Happiness, Happiness prose poem

Upon a child’s first cry Upon boy/girl getting laurels When father gets promotion When a new house is bought When the first poem is published When love is reciprocated When good food is served When a beggar gets sufficient alms

Mr. Stubborn…

Mr. Stubborn... ode

With a sinking heart he compiled All the memories that are scattered behind He resigned from his past and assign himself for the mankind Jogging on the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind It was just

Chronicity

Chronicity short poem

I was keeping a vigil in holy town on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have a dirty mind? This luciferina, will not tell the truth. Venus and Venus flytrap had a parallel birth. And I was facing the

A Martyr’s Eulogy

A Martyr’s Eulogy elegy

On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The

Love Is

Love Is short poem

Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.

Hope

Hope short poem

The best gift we can give is the gift of HOPE, To leave someone encouraged by the words we spoke, It doesn’t cost a penny it just takes a little time, To let them share their story and maybe I’ll

Existence

Existence short poem

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

Chained

Chained short poem

I am trapped in my own little space I am looking for a door to freedom Trapped in the darkness of the past Waiting for someone to unchain me Here in the darkness There’s a thought of what could be

Sky

Sky short poem

So beautiful view to see So beautiful view to feel When i look at this beautiful view I always feels happy And that the power of looking at the sky Birds look so good The group made by birds in

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers?

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers? short poem

Difficult it was To look into her eyes Without getting mine moist. Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares While bidding adieu. And eyes won’t lie, you know? Eyes, they conceal an ocean Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we

The Letter In Red

The Letter In Red long poem

I lay awake, on my bed one night, Instantly, my room, was filled with light. There stood an Angel, who put a letter in my hand, The writing on this page, I could not understand When I looked back up,

Fear Of Falling

Fear Of Falling short poem

Thinking, contemplating my current situation. Scared. The lights of the city are turning down. From this view I can see everything. I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone. Slowly, dying together. From

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood

Good Days

Good Days short poem

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

Worthy Mother

Worthy Mother short poem

Inspiration, a nest of love, robust, tough, and polite, the queen of queens, and its only right, yet I feel wrong, for in this life, I was not able to treat you right, all the diamonds in this earth do

I Am Happy And I Know It

I Am Happy And I Know It short poem

I am happy and I know it This all seems to fit After I fell through sadness’ pit I had to be happy I had to be beaming And not screaming This is such a nice feeling Of excitement and

Faithful You Faithless Weather

Faithful You Faithless Weather short poem

She plays in rain like a queen Such a beauty, such a teen World dreams yet to be seen Smart enthralled, lean and keen Touch of rain is touch of class Water can be seen in a glass How can

Sad Woman In Me!

Sad Woman In Me! long poem

People crying in the east and west Few for the dreams built to be the best Few for the food or attack of pest Few for the losses with wounded chest Few over their davestated nest Pity for few and

Guiding Light – My Teacher

Guiding Light   My Teacher long poem

Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,

It is never too late!

It is never too late! short poem

I wish I could dance, I wish I could sing, If only had I tried to learn, When I had a chance! I am scared of the water, Don’t know how to swim, I need to lose about 5 kilos

Stepford

Stepford prose poem

Sorry that I refuse to be a good man, The one that bends to a will without breaking. The one that shouts your praises from mountain tops While saving kittens And Organizing decadent bouquets of flowers made by Boxes of

Sample Of My Wishes

Sample Of My Wishes short poem

Sitting in a bright green garden sipping on some tea Sampling the wishes of the beautiful mind of me Flowers bloom in colours of the rainbow and my eyes are simply set so free A yellow Chinese dragon flies above

Tarnished For Carring

Tarnished For Carring long poem

You know the hardest things in life. Is to be supportive to a person who has serious problems and will not admit in having them. Life is like a streaming water flowing and still but deeper than and angry waves.

I Feel

I Feel long poem

I feel like I’m going to spin in circles. I feel like falling onto the grass and staring at the clouds. I feel like laughing and acting like a child. I feel like drinking alcohol and smoking some good stuff…

Election Blues

Election Blues short poem

That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

The Master’s Meal

The Masters Meal short poem

When you’re in a service, and the Holy Ghost is there, Here is something with you, I need to share. When you go to the Alter to kneel down and pray, Don’t worry about what people might think or say.

Food the Leveller

Food the Leveller short poem

With my sincerest apologies to James Shirley The glories of our spoons and plates Are filling, quite substantial things; There is so much amour of the palate; We lay our hands on all manner of things: Bread toasted brown Flora

Then Came One O’clock

Then Came One O’clock prose poem

It was a tall and white door with the knob at the level of my heart. I knocked discreetly to enter in audience at the cross spiders tamer. A fat and redhead man, chewing his whiskers minutely. I was wet

Humility

Humility short poem

While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst

In Spite Of

In Spite Of short poem

In spite of the world, I must do good No other course fulfils The sense of purpose for a life Correction for our ills Let drinkers drink, drug pushers push Let sex become their god Let me, for my part

Self Confidance

Self Confidance short poem

One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener

Mind Travel

Mind Travel prose poem

Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat? Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat I give to you a pebble to make it real for

Silent Whispers

Silent Whispers short poem

The silent whispers by the stone grave The mobled creatures the darkness crave The fallen beauties layed down in brave The tear drops the midnight wave The lonely pathway the sand pave The horror chuckles the sound gave The gloomy

The Legacy

The Legacy short poem

There is far too much evil in this long misused world, too much force-fed fear. Too many bent and broken lives adrift on a torrent of tears. Too many innocent children being brainwashed in too many crowded halls. Pointless graffiti

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Metaphysical View

Metaphysical View short poem

Sitting between the knees, I am being bathed by intense anxiety and fear of harsh light. A canopy of doubts confronts the dignity versus anarchy for a watchman who will not dare open- the vault of truth. A fatal ire