Buddhist Poems and Poetry about Buddhism
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Buddhist poems, religious poetry written by those in the Buddhist faith. Also poems about Buddhism, offering different perspectives on the religion. Poetry incorporating symbolism, ideas, practices and beliefs from the Buddhist faith.
slipalong
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 9:54pm
13th Jul 2019 9:54pm
Maroon
You flew so far to be self aware
From shores of friends
But to their hearts still tied
The notes of your being echoing across the seas
Transformed but somehow still the same
Robes dark red and shaven head
Christened with another name
A doctrine seeps invisible
Our silent chant the strech of weeks and months
Enrichment not in time but in its want
Any belief is a two way street of needs
To give and graciously recieve
Red river claimed you for a while
And cleaned the stains from your old life
New rebirth,...
From shores of friends
But to their hearts still tied
The notes of your being echoing across the seas
Transformed but somehow still the same
Robes dark red and shaven head
Christened with another name
A doctrine seeps invisible
Our silent chant the strech of weeks and months
Enrichment not in time but in its want
Any belief is a two way street of needs
To give and graciously recieve
Red river claimed you for a while
And cleaned the stains from your old life
New rebirth,...
#Buddhist
#faith
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
Bodhiharma Came From The West Playing a Deck of Fifty-one (51)
dis-A-sociation for the
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
#love
#hate
#grief
#Buddhist
#faith
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 6:19pm
5th Jul 2019 6:19pm
ZenOgram From The Faithless (Dappled) DaDa
head'hard rocket
missile came to go.
tiny pieces (of paper)
for snow
on zenmountain po-em
in some ancient sense.
O pleas don't ease me nor grease me
if I slide thru a present tense
Time "is running out" Look at that
little fucker fly !
(don't look now as it might be greater later)
Better hurryUp'n cry so bloody high(as to die)
when holiday spirits bring about
"bums busting (in) air" (gave proof to wha_? )
Nonsense totale ! ( tho who's to care ?) ...
missile came to go.
tiny pieces (of paper)
for snow
on zenmountain po-em
in some ancient sense.
O pleas don't ease me nor grease me
if I slide thru a present tense
Time "is running out" Look at that
little fucker fly !
(don't look now as it might be greater later)
Better hurryUp'n cry so bloody high(as to die)
when holiday spirits bring about
"bums busting (in) air" (gave proof to wha_? )
Nonsense totale ! ( tho who's to care ?) ...
#happiness
#death
#religion
#Buddhist
#philosophical
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4 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Bumped 27th Jun 2019 11:32am
19th Mar 2019 1:56am
19th Mar 2019 1:56am
Mindfulness
Who is it
that resides unchanging behind my masks
Stillness speaks
in soft calligraphy on my heart
This moment
is like no other
My senses fall away
like the icy shell of a comet
leaving only a trace
across the horizon of my being
There is no more
there is only what is
In this moment
I am whole
that resides unchanging behind my masks
Stillness speaks
in soft calligraphy on my heart
This moment
is like no other
My senses fall away
like the icy shell of a comet
leaving only a trace
across the horizon of my being
There is no more
there is only what is
In this moment
I am whole
#love
#Buddhist
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11 Comments
poetrician
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 12:25pm
22nd Jun 2019 12:25pm
you is you
you is you
besides your flesh
that bound physiology
not emanating being
nor words or intent
there is no cause
or good nor bad
but intersections that'll have us cling
to influences of want
yet, in all thing of things
want is a game
and is is what is
want is a spice
that should be shelved
when meteors shatter
destroying cards dressed as houses
for things are just things
where pain can be suffering
in non-playgrounds and fairs
whose machinations tear us from self ...
besides your flesh
that bound physiology
not emanating being
nor words or intent
there is no cause
or good nor bad
but intersections that'll have us cling
to influences of want
yet, in all thing of things
want is a game
and is is what is
want is a spice
that should be shelved
when meteors shatter
destroying cards dressed as houses
for things are just things
where pain can be suffering
in non-playgrounds and fairs
whose machinations tear us from self ...
#Buddhist
#peace
#suffering
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2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 11:33pm
13th Jun 2019 11:33pm
Systematic Seismology
the man on the mountain
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom...
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#meditation #wisdom
#meditation #wisdom
923 reads
18 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 9:21pm
10th Jun 2019 9:21pm
A blur
The days which pass so fast
are all a blur in my mind.
Weeks pass,
Months pass,
Years pass,
Decades..
A whole fucking life
Poof.. Gone in an instant.
But we're here now,
that's where we are forever
only ever in the now.
Those Buddhists know what's up.
are all a blur in my mind.
Weeks pass,
Months pass,
Years pass,
Decades..
A whole fucking life
Poof.. Gone in an instant.
But we're here now,
that's where we are forever
only ever in the now.
Those Buddhists know what's up.
#Buddhist
#marijuana
#humankind
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
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4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 3:36pm
2nd Jun 2019 3:36pm
Proverbially, As One's Proverbial Process Precede's Itself
Blind alley. Trust fund.
Eyes on the alley.
Who's got it?
Premonition from the post-partem
world, (Where'd that kid
go anyway?)
Oh'oh....the ol'bastard's gonna
start cryin again' (Where's
the damn toilet paper?)
Where's them eyes that blind the alley,
Wimpering trickles of dirty
water? As life
Goes Down the Proverbial Drain.
No comfort to be touched.
Just wet and dirty stone.
...
Eyes on the alley.
Who's got it?
Premonition from the post-partem
world, (Where'd that kid
go anyway?)
Oh'oh....the ol'bastard's gonna
start cryin again' (Where's
the damn toilet paper?)
Where's them eyes that blind the alley,
Wimpering trickles of dirty
water? As life
Goes Down the Proverbial Drain.
No comfort to be touched.
Just wet and dirty stone.
...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#Buddhist
#pagan
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2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
28th May 2019 2:48pm
28th May 2019 2:48pm
In Every Step the Universe is Born – Sonnet Twenty-Eight
In every step the universe is born,
Yet every next brings everything’s destroy.
The grief of every fleeting moment worn
Is like a dream that every grief employs.
The mind contains the all of every’ shown,
Through every place and every time to NOW
And every sense that we have ever known,
Has only in our minds found its endow.
As Buddha found, in sufferings’ dismay,
That only “self” claims sufferings’ enthrall,
So “self” disowned brings sufferings’ allay,
So “no self” is a path that frees us all.
“No self, no...
Yet every next brings everything’s destroy.
The grief of every fleeting moment worn
Is like a dream that every grief employs.
The mind contains the all of every’ shown,
Through every place and every time to NOW
And every sense that we have ever known,
Has only in our minds found its endow.
As Buddha found, in sufferings’ dismay,
That only “self” claims sufferings’ enthrall,
So “self” disowned brings sufferings’ allay,
So “no self” is a path that frees us all.
“No self, no...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet #suffering
#sonnet #suffering
606 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
15th Apr 2019 6:31pm
15th Apr 2019 6:31pm
The Shaman Tree
l: Is one who helped bring me into the world,
A midwife to guide my way, with
Divinations, to set me on the Path,
A soul of many times made new.
ll: I seek her, to commiserate on my
Next transformation, of rebirth.
For the true journey is not to repeat,
To return yet again, and still
lll: Be as unaware as I am, here, now
To pray, with only half my wits.
To sense and then see, to be and then know,
To reach nirvana in a spark!
lV: And, as I’m presented my humble self ...
A midwife to guide my way, with
Divinations, to set me on the Path,
A soul of many times made new.
ll: I seek her, to commiserate on my
Next transformation, of rebirth.
For the true journey is not to repeat,
To return yet again, and still
lll: Be as unaware as I am, here, now
To pray, with only half my wits.
To sense and then see, to be and then know,
To reach nirvana in a spark!
lV: And, as I’m presented my humble self ...
#trees
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2019
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12 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Mar 2019 5:10am
19th Mar 2019 5:10am
Past (participle’d) beached
There will always be winters
before this one and
I’ll ever find them difficult to
remember.
After all, wasn’t this before
I came to know
sea …..
came to know us …..
came to know?
Long before,
‘I suspect even before
I knew You knew
knew me.
I once dreamed bread crumbs
of Him
in every hermit’d crab
I did my best not to step on
on my way to the beach.
I felt the answers
each grain
each iota of sand
and chose to spread
my fingers apart
...
before this one and
I’ll ever find them difficult to
remember.
After all, wasn’t this before
I came to know
sea …..
came to know us …..
came to know?
Long before,
‘I suspect even before
I knew You knew
knew me.
I once dreamed bread crumbs
of Him
in every hermit’d crab
I did my best not to step on
on my way to the beach.
I felt the answers
each grain
each iota of sand
and chose to spread
my fingers apart
...
#regret
#friendship
#Buddhist #spiritual
#Buddhist #spiritual
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9 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2019 6:25pm
2nd Mar 2019 6:25pm
Right now you are and aren't
Your being
is everything that composes you in this moment,
and that affects the world around you,
which is everything about you.
Your non-being
is everything about you that will decompose
and dissipate into other things
as though you never existed,
which is everything about you.
is everything that composes you in this moment,
and that affects the world around you,
which is everything about you.
Your non-being
is everything about you that will decompose
and dissipate into other things
as though you never existed,
which is everything about you.
#Buddhist
#Taoism
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