Poems about God
#God
Poems examining God, the ultimate creator or spirit with power over nature and human fortunes. Here you'll find religious, spiritual and questioning poems about God.
AaHarvey
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 9:36am
14th Jun 2019 9:36am
I've seen the future
I've known the truth, since the day my eyes were opened,
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show.
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon.
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I...
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show.
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon.
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I...
#religion
#God
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#apocalypse
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1 Comment
snugglebuck
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 11:46pm
12th Jun 2019 11:46pm
LOST
Lost is a visual poem.
#religion
#God
#spiritual
48 reads
13 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 11:15pm
12th Jun 2019 11:15pm
EVICTION IS MY PREDICTION
Mother Nature can be a vengeful bitch
She'll destroy us, long before we can destroy her
Sooner or later, she'll tire of our harassment
And in diatribe she'll smite us from this planet
The end of humanity does not mean the end of the world
Seems the earth is still doing fine, since the Neanderthal demise
Don't think, for a minute, that you can hide behind God
For if not God's mistress, Mother Earth is the Goddess
The next war, will not be man against man
But man against nature
Want to bet who wins?
She'll destroy us, long before we can destroy her
Sooner or later, she'll tire of our harassment
And in diatribe she'll smite us from this planet
The end of humanity does not mean the end of the world
Seems the earth is still doing fine, since the Neanderthal demise
Don't think, for a minute, that you can hide behind God
For if not God's mistress, Mother Earth is the Goddess
The next war, will not be man against man
But man against nature
Want to bet who wins?
#politics
#earth
#environment
#pollution
#God
36 reads
5 Comments
PoetryRain
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 00:25am
12th Jun 2019 00:25am
God is Great
Only God’s love can touch the heart of man
Can change his life, he will never be the same
His love can take away all pain
No one but God can make him whole again
He loves the world, He gave His Son
Who else would do it, except the Holy One
No one has this kind of love
Only the Father up above
Jesus suffered and went to the grave
So all sinners could be save
His love reaches out to all of you
He wants you to love Him too
It was love when He went to the cross
He looked on the world, saw it was...
Can change his life, he will never be the same
His love can take away all pain
No one but God can make him whole again
He loves the world, He gave His Son
Who else would do it, except the Holy One
No one has this kind of love
Only the Father up above
Jesus suffered and went to the grave
So all sinners could be save
His love reaches out to all of you
He wants you to love Him too
It was love when He went to the cross
He looked on the world, saw it was...
#love
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#uplifting
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2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 5:40am
11th Jun 2019 5:40am
The Elections Are Coming up
I dine alone at the deli watching
This hottie in white vans, white
Skirt, and denim top cross the
Street in front of me
There will always be
This disconnect because
I was raised by depressed
People who just read some
Manual on what to do
But the thing is you can
Never go back and that’s
Everyone’s fatal flaw
Because blood gets
Diluted with every
Generation
“You really don’t have a style
Because now you can do
Anything.”
The great patience we
Were supposed to
Have got run...
This hottie in white vans, white
Skirt, and denim top cross the
Street in front of me
There will always be
This disconnect because
I was raised by depressed
People who just read some
Manual on what to do
But the thing is you can
Never go back and that’s
Everyone’s fatal flaw
Because blood gets
Diluted with every
Generation
“You really don’t have a style
Because now you can do
Anything.”
The great patience we
Were supposed to
Have got run...
#depression
#death
#God
#food
#disappointment
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5 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 00:38am
11th Jun 2019 00:38am
Child
The sound of crickets leach rhymes from the sage
While a child of God walks a crooked trail,
Through the hills where the lingonberry bush
Hides a young moon’s light that’s high in its pale.
A tender lilting scent of lilac swoon,
The labor of the child in cotton’s flow.
She strives to reach the lakeshore levee soon;
The Liberty will dock at dawn’s first crow.
In a shop, it smelled of wax on the floor,
Saw loom above at the top of the stairs.
She’d heard tell, never had seen one before;
A Laodicean- indiff’rent of...
While a child of God walks a crooked trail,
Through the hills where the lingonberry bush
Hides a young moon’s light that’s high in its pale.
A tender lilting scent of lilac swoon,
The labor of the child in cotton’s flow.
She strives to reach the lakeshore levee soon;
The Liberty will dock at dawn’s first crow.
In a shop, it smelled of wax on the floor,
Saw loom above at the top of the stairs.
She’d heard tell, never had seen one before;
A Laodicean- indiff’rent of...
#children
#God
#angels #spiritual
#angels #spiritual
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3 Comments
TIG
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 10:05pm
8th Jun 2019 10:05pm
Can you overcome?
Our enemy once tried to seize us
with temptations he tried to please us
offered money and fame
spit up lies that were lame
thank God, we had come to know Jesus
with temptations he tried to please us
offered money and fame
spit up lies that were lame
thank God, we had come to know Jesus
#God
35 reads
5 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 7:14am
5th Jun 2019 7:14am
Three Zero
Wendell my husband, and me his Margo,
Was married thirty blissful years ago,
Come June, in Pocatello, Idaho.
We wasn’t what you’d call ‘high on the hog’,
Just lived in shotgun shacks with clapboard walls.
We didn’t need much room we weren’t too tall.
And plenty kids we planned to raise amight.
Each year, a babe was born Fourth of July;
The more we had, the less they’d fuss and fight.
Though thirty years meant thirty souls was born.
The goodness of the Lord would change to scorn,
And from my arms each...
Was married thirty blissful years ago,
Come June, in Pocatello, Idaho.
We wasn’t what you’d call ‘high on the hog’,
Just lived in shotgun shacks with clapboard walls.
We didn’t need much room we weren’t too tall.
And plenty kids we planned to raise amight.
Each year, a babe was born Fourth of July;
The more we had, the less they’d fuss and fight.
Though thirty years meant thirty souls was born.
The goodness of the Lord would change to scorn,
And from my arms each...
#love
#children
#marriage
#death
#God
84 reads
13 Comments
wizardmotors
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 1:43am
4th Jun 2019 1:43am
Father
Why are there gates into Heaven if it's never too late to be forgiven?
Can we not just fall to our knees and beg for mercy there at the entrance?
I just don't see the God that you preach as someone to say "too late".
I can't see how he can stand to watch his children burn in Hell.
For Heaven's sake.
I don't understand
how a man
with so much virtue and honor,
can be someone
who allows his children
to be accepted as goners.
Can we not just fall to our knees and beg for mercy there at the entrance?
I just don't see the God that you preach as someone to say "too late".
I can't see how he can stand to watch his children burn in Hell.
For Heaven's sake.
I don't understand
how a man
with so much virtue and honor,
can be someone
who allows his children
to be accepted as goners.
#God
#spiritual
#heaven
#hell
#morality
44 reads
3 Comments
QuinnARichardson
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 8:24am
3rd Jun 2019 8:24am
Love Abundantly
He laughs as I cry
His voice taunts me
His actions hurt me and cut me down
Where is my Lord when I am young?
I know He is with me and I do believe
Why is there so much cruelty?
Why do I feel so unloved?
He belittles me, calling me names
I cry because I am stronger and better
He wasn't looking while I laid praying
My Lord saw all that was happening
Now I am old and ran the good race
His taunting can no longer hurt me
God has given me strength; I can laugh in his face
He is no longer laughing or taunting ...
His voice taunts me
His actions hurt me and cut me down
Where is my Lord when I am young?
I know He is with me and I do believe
Why is there so much cruelty?
Why do I feel so unloved?
He belittles me, calling me names
I cry because I am stronger and better
He wasn't looking while I laid praying
My Lord saw all that was happening
Now I am old and ran the good race
His taunting can no longer hurt me
God has given me strength; I can laugh in his face
He is no longer laughing or taunting ...
#love
#hope
#death #God
#death #God
47 reads
4 Comments
subrosa
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 00:01am
3rd Jun 2019 00:01am
A Fantasy of You - (The Intelligent Man's f**kpiece)
#sex
#BDSM
#God
240 reads
15 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
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