Buddhist Poems and Poetry about Buddhism
#Buddhist
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.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 5:11pm
4th Apr 2022 5:11pm
Permeability, Often Cobwebby
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Permeability, Often Cobwebby
Solitude or alone-ness or even loneliness - might this be “oneness?”
Crowds, the mob, hordes of humans muddling along together
or just a mere pond of beings
getting together at the local watering hole.
Might be that very “multiplicity” that demands to coincide,
to exist in daily melting, melding union
despite the oft parallel paths.
I struggle to SEE with wonder in mindful meditation
the oneness of everything
as the illusion of life bombards me with a myriad of ...
Permeability, Often Cobwebby
Solitude or alone-ness or even loneliness - might this be “oneness?”
Crowds, the mob, hordes of humans muddling along together
or just a mere pond of beings
getting together at the local watering hole.
Might be that very “multiplicity” that demands to coincide,
to exist in daily melting, melding union
despite the oft parallel paths.
I struggle to SEE with wonder in mindful meditation
the oneness of everything
as the illusion of life bombards me with a myriad of ...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2022
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2022
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3 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
30th Mar 2022 4:08am
30th Mar 2022 4:08am
Heirarchy of needs
All you
think-you're-thinkers
need to think
from the bottom up,
like Maslow,
or your thoughts
will just keep toppling over,
like the cities in America.
think-you're-thinkers
need to think
from the bottom up,
like Maslow,
or your thoughts
will just keep toppling over,
like the cities in America.
#Buddhist
#HumanRights
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:45am
29th Mar 2022 1:45am
Feng-Shu Of The Intellect
The coldest winter is always found in frigidness of a deceptive heart
Cannot endure in shadows of beaming sights
Engulfs its own grandeur in the trench of dark
Of dignity and principles of narcists pride
Until the world of condescension the pale horse philosophy will always ride
Convoys of enlighten stand in quiet storms, sheltering ones who takes cover in spikes of bitter tongues
Spiritualism beguiles as fate watches the moon marooned by the silent owl
In the nest of contemplation, white doves flies to close, burned by the sun
Who shall...
Cannot endure in shadows of beaming sights
Engulfs its own grandeur in the trench of dark
Of dignity and principles of narcists pride
Until the world of condescension the pale horse philosophy will always ride
Convoys of enlighten stand in quiet storms, sheltering ones who takes cover in spikes of bitter tongues
Spiritualism beguiles as fate watches the moon marooned by the silent owl
In the nest of contemplation, white doves flies to close, burned by the sun
Who shall...
#courage
#inspirational
#religion
#Buddhist
#Taoism
625 reads
11 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 6:08pm
6th Jan 2022 6:08pm
ascension (rewritten
Ascension
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time
had blown away, the sand exposed millions of skeletons
and the memory of man wench the brain was walnut-sized.
The brain is larger now, filled with images of pornography
and wars on many fronts.
I came to an oasis I must drink or explode into atoms
but the water was full of coagulated blood.
I walked on crushing rib cages gleaming in the moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way, sparkled like a diamond
decorated with religious promises of salvation.
I had to climb...
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time
had blown away, the sand exposed millions of skeletons
and the memory of man wench the brain was walnut-sized.
The brain is larger now, filled with images of pornography
and wars on many fronts.
I came to an oasis I must drink or explode into atoms
but the water was full of coagulated blood.
I walked on crushing rib cages gleaming in the moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way, sparkled like a diamond
decorated with religious promises of salvation.
I had to climb...
#religion
#Christian
#Buddhist
#Taoism
#Hindu
362 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
Potala Blues
Potala Blues
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
#mountains
#Buddhist
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Dec 2021 8:22pm
28th Dec 2021 8:22pm
Japanese Artiste
Japanese Artiste
Japanese waves painted on rice paper
That holds the ocean sway
For kimono-clad court ladies
With Zen garden eyes
Who play the Koto for the rising sun
Enthroned by the eastern sea
Whose golden petals unfold
In gentle tears from heaven
That gather like Shinto monks at a shrine
Where silent vespers whisper in the heart
For holy candles to light the way
To a forest of love
Japanese waves painted on rice paper
That holds the ocean sway
For kimono-clad court ladies
With Zen garden eyes
Who play the Koto for the rising sun
Enthroned by the eastern sea
Whose golden petals unfold
In gentle tears from heaven
That gather like Shinto monks at a shrine
Where silent vespers whisper in the heart
For holy candles to light the way
To a forest of love
#women
#Buddhist
#art
#culture
#tradition
301 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Dec 2021 4:56am
20th Dec 2021 4:56am
The Lost Feline Who Made A Deal With The Devil
Devil would you give me the grace to kill the illumination of the light
I do not think I can do that kitty, God owns the moon, the stars, the Sun, morning and the night
Devil can you make me intelligent in the throes of Christianity or the sacred spiritual chants of Buddhology to mean something of importance, of great
Hum… I can’t, only God has the power in his hands to anticipate the calm seas, the roaring storms, which I have no power to even give you words to articulate, or warm blood to circulate
Devil I am...
I do not think I can do that kitty, God owns the moon, the stars, the Sun, morning and the night
Devil can you make me intelligent in the throes of Christianity or the sacred spiritual chants of Buddhology to mean something of importance, of great
Hum… I can’t, only God has the power in his hands to anticipate the calm seas, the roaring storms, which I have no power to even give you words to articulate, or warm blood to circulate
Devil I am...
#God
#devil
#spiritual
#morality
#Buddhist
639 reads
15 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
379 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 9:00pm
7th Nov 2021 9:00pm
Virupa
What has ever been the curse
of women since the dawn of life?
What is the fear they consider the worst,
calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?
It is their death. The ugliness.
A grave the swinging cradle,
turned to deathbed of loneliness,
genes displeased, karma prenatal.
Even the most affectionate soul,
the tender understanding angel,
would provoke rejection and foul,
disgust ridiculing the honest stranger.
It was Yordan Yovkov that said
Beauty is always a blessed exhuberance, ...
of women since the dawn of life?
What is the fear they consider the worst,
calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?
It is their death. The ugliness.
A grave the swinging cradle,
turned to deathbed of loneliness,
genes displeased, karma prenatal.
Even the most affectionate soul,
the tender understanding angel,
would provoke rejection and foul,
disgust ridiculing the honest stranger.
It was Yordan Yovkov that said
Beauty is always a blessed exhuberance, ...
#loneliness
#beauty
#God
#Buddhist
#despair
590 reads
4 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 4:58am
21st Oct 2021 4:58am
Growth is a Lofty Goal
My anger
is a sign
that I'm wrong.
is a sign
that I'm wrong.
#Buddhist
#Taoism
401 reads
5 Comments
congress
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 12:31pm
25th Jul 2021 12:31pm
Is it an orchestration and subtle alterations to the new normal?
Coronavirus: The Euphemism for Satanism!
Is birth rate our modern history?
Death tolls no longer mysteries?
Birth rate has decreased,
Death toll has increased!
Jobs have been seized!
The enemy is man-made;
Loved ones left for days.
What a deadly pandemic!
A Truth speaker is lunatic!
News believers are fantastic!
New order ushered new teachings!
People are ready for this new religion!
Regulations are gazetted every season!
New laws sets new norms within the prism! ...
Is birth rate our modern history?
Death tolls no longer mysteries?
Birth rate has decreased,
Death toll has increased!
Jobs have been seized!
The enemy is man-made;
Loved ones left for days.
What a deadly pandemic!
A Truth speaker is lunatic!
News believers are fantastic!
New order ushered new teachings!
People are ready for this new religion!
Regulations are gazetted every season!
New laws sets new norms within the prism! ...
#religion
#Christian
#Buddhist
#Taoism
#Hindu
367 reads
0 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
1st Jul 2021 11:56am
1st Jul 2021 11:56am
Song of Stellar's Jay
in a forest of Redwoods
the birds are all laughing
and a mango sunset falls
over the mountainside
I breath it all in:
the long grass creates
a soft bed to bare feet
the calm summer sky
a few clouds drifting
and butterflies floating
in slow-motion migration
I wish to align my vibrations
I follow deep trails weaving
through thickets of woodland
opening gradually akin to
the spreading of hands
from the shaded cool
dampness to alarming ...
the birds are all laughing
and a mango sunset falls
over the mountainside
I breath it all in:
the long grass creates
a soft bed to bare feet
the calm summer sky
a few clouds drifting
and butterflies floating
in slow-motion migration
I wish to align my vibrations
I follow deep trails weaving
through thickets of woodland
opening gradually akin to
the spreading of hands
from the shaded cool
dampness to alarming ...
#inspirational
#birds
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
448 reads
2 Comments
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