Hell's Great Pain Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

Hell's Great Pain

Rating: 5.0


It's not the molten lake of fire,
The dungeons dark and damp.
The heaving mass of mournful souls
Upon whom we might tramp.

That makes of Hell the savage place
We dare not ever go.
And makes us tread the narrow path
To Heaven, don't you know.

No, these are but the manifest
Of symbols we might use,
Just to give our little children
Advice on which to choose.

The savage pain endured in Hell
Is yet more true and real,
If you should ever feel the love
That Heaven can reveal.

I know this for I ventured there
For oh so brief a time.
And felt the love of God's embrace,
His glory so sublime.

It came to me in such a dream
As I cannot explain.
And satisfied my mortal soul
So much, I felt no pain.

The lesson that I learned from this
Came after I awoke,
And realized I lived again
Encoiled in mortal yoke.

So this, in truth, is all we need
To know of Hell's great pain.
The knowledge of the love we'll lose
And never know again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eyan Desir 07 February 2009

nice stroy, not a bad poem

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Lee Crowell 06 February 2009

a great read from beginning to end I can't agree more with the concept you are conveying about afterlife thanks Greenwolfe

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Eric Adams 05 February 2009

all in all this is one of my fav now i love it

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Indigo Christman 04 February 2009

I'm blown away... you seem to be quite an incredible poet. I like your style of writing... I wrote a short story recently in an old- fashioned classic writing style similar to yours. I was surprised by how much character it gave my story and how much I actually enjoyed writing in that fashion. For some reason it is nice to know that someone else in 'the now' enjoys it as much as I do.. (though I must say you are much better at it than I can ever hope to be for years to come.) I find this particular poem incredibly thought provoking and priceless with it's brilliantly terrifying imagery.

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Tsira Goge 03 February 2009

So this, in truth, is all we need To know of Hell's great pain. The knowledge of the love we'll lose And never know again. ................................................. This last stanzas the super - especial... The pain well operates over poets, whether not so, Wolfey .. 10....... Tsira

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Cristy Upshaw 29 May 2009

very vividly written. such wonders and thoughts I dnt think I have ever encountered.

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Hadyn Rodriguez 15 March 2009

very nice poem i like it alot

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James Nall 12 March 2009

this is probably the best poem i have ever read. you touched on the subject with an unequaled talent. thanx

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Brytney Moore 10 February 2009

I wish to write as good as you you are of someone to look up too indeed. good poem, Bravo!

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Mark R Slaughter 08 February 2009

Another well-penned poem of deep thinking. I enjoy your work. Mark

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