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.
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 16th Jun 2021 00:34am
9th Aug 2020 2:35am
9th Aug 2020 2:35am
My cross to bear
Jesus bore the sins of the world
To relieve us all from death
So it is to him and noone else
I owe my every breath
But still I live in a fallen world
With evilness to spare
And the guilt and shame
For my love of sin
It is my cross to bear
God, guide me through this wicked Earth
Pull me out of Satan's lair
Forgive me when I fall from grace
It is OUR cross to bear
To relieve us all from death
So it is to him and noone else
I owe my every breath
But still I live in a fallen world
With evilness to spare
And the guilt and shame
For my love of sin
It is my cross to bear
God, guide me through this wicked Earth
Pull me out of Satan's lair
Forgive me when I fall from grace
It is OUR cross to bear
#God
#faith
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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MadameLavender
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 2:23am
15th Jun 2021 2:23am
Rietta
I felt a part of me
grow back
when I drove into the dusty lot
of the flea market.
Sunday crowds blossomed--
early risers, bustling
between tables
already filling their shopping bags
at 6am.
Not a moment to waste--
thoughts of arranging my wares
collided with a tinge of anxiety
over getting one of the last vendor tables left.
Wasn't the one I'd hoped for, but
God was still there in the clear blue sky
and the too-tall grass, damp with dew, making ...
grow back
when I drove into the dusty lot
of the flea market.
Sunday crowds blossomed--
early risers, bustling
between tables
already filling their shopping bags
at 6am.
Not a moment to waste--
thoughts of arranging my wares
collided with a tinge of anxiety
over getting one of the last vendor tables left.
Wasn't the one I'd hoped for, but
God was still there in the clear blue sky
and the too-tall grass, damp with dew, making ...
#God
#peace
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2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
You Bleed More Beautifully Than Even Roses Bloom…
I draw my voice in these letters
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
16 reads
2 Comments
dnzmemn66
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 3:14pm
11th Jun 2021 3:14pm
Stranger
My pain is a stranger
Who visits at night
The stranger is darkness
While my Lord is the light
So i cast away worry
I say goodbye to my pain
I look for sunshine
In the midst of the rain
If the stranger comes
To your door at night
Let the Lord Jesus
Fight him to flight
By Don Zimmerman
6/11/2021
Who visits at night
The stranger is darkness
While my Lord is the light
So i cast away worry
I say goodbye to my pain
I look for sunshine
In the midst of the rain
If the stranger comes
To your door at night
Let the Lord Jesus
Fight him to flight
By Don Zimmerman
6/11/2021
#religion
#God
#Christian
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 11:23pm
9th Jun 2021 11:23pm
Resolving The Aftermath
Where do I begin? Homeless as I feel within
Despite the shelter to cultivate a habitat for belonging
No place is home, when even as I rest I face this wilderness alone
If there is a paradise to be found I yearn for just a sliver
In this place where every dream is an empty promise
My heart seeks its meaning in beating, as my insides aquiver
Born of a being as ethereal as He is divine
The ineffable reality of something greater than I
Oh, life storm, what is the destruction for?
But a renovation of the past as a new breath blooms amidst...
Despite the shelter to cultivate a habitat for belonging
No place is home, when even as I rest I face this wilderness alone
If there is a paradise to be found I yearn for just a sliver
In this place where every dream is an empty promise
My heart seeks its meaning in beating, as my insides aquiver
Born of a being as ethereal as He is divine
The ineffable reality of something greater than I
Oh, life storm, what is the destruction for?
But a renovation of the past as a new breath blooms amidst...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
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Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 3:49pm
7th Jun 2021 3:49pm
The God Who Sees
Crying in the desert
are you lost in your despair
Someone just to hold you
console you
You think nobody cares
He sees you
He breathes you
His presence always there
In silence he whispers
Softly calls your name
He brings you
to your knees
He will raise you up again
A ring of fire around
it surrounds you
He enfolds you, holds you
carries you in the pain
He never leaves you
He leads you
.....He's the God who sees.....
are you lost in your despair
Someone just to hold you
console you
You think nobody cares
He sees you
He breathes you
His presence always there
In silence he whispers
Softly calls your name
He brings you
to your knees
He will raise you up again
A ring of fire around
it surrounds you
He enfolds you, holds you
carries you in the pain
He never leaves you
He leads you
.....He's the God who sees.....
#God
#Christian
36 reads
9 Comments
Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 1:52pm
4th Jun 2021 1:52pm
Facecloth of Jesus
Laying to rest in His stony coffin
facecloth covering his bleeding face
Jesus lay dead, His body covered with a shroud.
The shroud lay crumpled after light's
brilliance of resurrection.
The facecloth was folded
beside where His head had laid
This is a mystery
Why one crumpled, the other folded?
In the days of my Savior, the master of the house, would dine
servants stood waiting for the master
to be through. If the cloth napkin for wiping his mouth was crumpled and tossed onto the table, it signaled the servant he...
facecloth covering his bleeding face
Jesus lay dead, His body covered with a shroud.
The shroud lay crumpled after light's
brilliance of resurrection.
The facecloth was folded
beside where His head had laid
This is a mystery
Why one crumpled, the other folded?
In the days of my Savior, the master of the house, would dine
servants stood waiting for the master
to be through. If the cloth napkin for wiping his mouth was crumpled and tossed onto the table, it signaled the servant he...
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
34 reads
8 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
30th May 2021 2:36pm
30th May 2021 2:36pm
Mother
No woman can make a house into a home
Better than a mother’s love
It is the greatest love under the heavens
No matter how many times you fall
A mother is always there to pick you up
She cares and does her best
So that you can be who you were meant to be
When the world forsakes you
She still stands by your side
Pleading your innocence in whatever trials and tribulations
There is no warmer
Comforting serene love
Lingering with its scent
Even in her absence
Like the unconditional love of my mother
By missing it...
Better than a mother’s love
It is the greatest love under the heavens
No matter how many times you fall
A mother is always there to pick you up
She cares and does her best
So that you can be who you were meant to be
When the world forsakes you
She still stands by your side
Pleading your innocence in whatever trials and tribulations
There is no warmer
Comforting serene love
Lingering with its scent
Even in her absence
Like the unconditional love of my mother
By missing it...
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
#heaven
#gratitude
30 reads
1 Comment
Breedlove
Poem Published
30th May 2021 1:05pm
30th May 2021 1:05pm
White Light
White light on the horizon
Could it be me
20 years from now
Happy and free
Port is dark tonight
Orion in my arms
Must have thought
A dozen times tonight
Did he ever feel like me
My prison made from
Loneliness
Of 360 degrees
Kelp sparkling magically
Past starboard
Wingwall aft
Midnight approaches
The South China Sea
My mouth dry
From the cigarettes
Watching lighted dreams
...
Could it be me
20 years from now
Happy and free
Port is dark tonight
Orion in my arms
Must have thought
A dozen times tonight
Did he ever feel like me
My prison made from
Loneliness
Of 360 degrees
Kelp sparkling magically
Past starboard
Wingwall aft
Midnight approaches
The South China Sea
My mouth dry
From the cigarettes
Watching lighted dreams
...
#God
25 reads
3 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
26th May 2021 2:02pm
26th May 2021 2:02pm
An Apple and A Kiss
You speak the word tradition to demean the sacred
Like all I believe in is a story like a hand me down redemption
When in truth mercy is my daily grave repellent
With death stripped of its sting
Wherein a daily cross is death as a means to achieve resurrection
Wherein the question of age is the difference
Between one man’s sense of expiring, paralleled
By a lifetime as a womb in which we achieve divine rebirth
Who’s the fool on the scales of how we define wisdom?
When the world challenges true conviction in an attempt to edit God ...
Like all I believe in is a story like a hand me down redemption
When in truth mercy is my daily grave repellent
With death stripped of its sting
Wherein a daily cross is death as a means to achieve resurrection
Wherein the question of age is the difference
Between one man’s sense of expiring, paralleled
By a lifetime as a womb in which we achieve divine rebirth
Who’s the fool on the scales of how we define wisdom?
When the world challenges true conviction in an attempt to edit God ...
#love
#betrayal
#religion
#God
#Christian
50 reads
6 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Bumped 23rd May 2021 12:55pm
18th May 2021 11:19pm
18th May 2021 11:19pm
FULL THROTTLE
Y'all gained y'all wings just a year ago
And just as slow as a still river flows
We must go on with the flow of roaring life
With its incessant turmoil & mounting strife
Life's but a vapor that'll eventually dissipate
In which no mortal man can predict the date
Our fate lies in the hands of a man yet unseen
Who, when divinely inclined, ends our scene
Summoning our presence into his kingdom
You sought peace & now at least you have some
The sum of the outcome is to be where you are
Shining bright at night like...
And just as slow as a still river flows
We must go on with the flow of roaring life
With its incessant turmoil & mounting strife
Life's but a vapor that'll eventually dissipate
In which no mortal man can predict the date
Our fate lies in the hands of a man yet unseen
Who, when divinely inclined, ends our scene
Summoning our presence into his kingdom
You sought peace & now at least you have some
The sum of the outcome is to be where you are
Shining bright at night like...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#God
#heaven
#MentalHealth
32 reads
2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
20th May 2021 3:22am
20th May 2021 3:22am
Everlasting Death
A fork in the road
Wicked as we are
Yet contrast enhances a brighter resolution
Where failure reproves faithfulness
Learning to wash the feet of God on this footstool
A body absolved by blood
Oh that I could un-acquire a taste for venom
When deceit speaks easier than the truth
When it feels like I’m faking to believe
As we reverence our hearts above the cross
If no deed is worth its weight in redemption
Surely no sin can bring my hope into question
Every charge sticks
And yet my faith in You prevails
As I make...
Wicked as we are
Yet contrast enhances a brighter resolution
Where failure reproves faithfulness
Learning to wash the feet of God on this footstool
A body absolved by blood
Oh that I could un-acquire a taste for venom
When deceit speaks easier than the truth
When it feels like I’m faking to believe
As we reverence our hearts above the cross
If no deed is worth its weight in redemption
Surely no sin can bring my hope into question
Every charge sticks
And yet my faith in You prevails
As I make...
#forgiveness
#religion
#God
#Christian
#redemption
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