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.
Quietus
Poem Published
Today 3:01am
Today 3:01am
Awake, O Sleeper
i elope
through the window in the room;
a kaleidoscopic palette of onyx and braille,
the ripening of my faraday caged heart
blooms from the ark of the fire
to the hymn of my bone.
supplicant.
a chastening that drips a golden dawn,
that pillages the insectile neural scream
and gently pulls the gun from my throat
while my nostalgia
and all of its holograms burn
to water my paraplegic form
with the fountain of life,
and preen the wounds
that refuse to heal.
through the window in the room;
a kaleidoscopic palette of onyx and braille,
the ripening of my faraday caged heart
blooms from the ark of the fire
to the hymn of my bone.
supplicant.
a chastening that drips a golden dawn,
that pillages the insectile neural scream
and gently pulls the gun from my throat
while my nostalgia
and all of its holograms burn
to water my paraplegic form
with the fountain of life,
and preen the wounds
that refuse to heal.
#God
#redemption
#philosophical
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4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Today 1:21am
Today 1:21am
Beginning At The End of An Issue
photo: "Alice A-Buggin'", c.2014/ dkzk
Look!
O, looky look-look.
There's a beginning / There's an end.
(And not mutually exclusive to/of each of the other either)
Essentially beginning and end, That's all,
All in between is stuff like faerie tale illusion (a microsoft version).
All the 'stuff' betwix'd and be-tween isn't there. Never was. Believe you me!
Eye'll hike down a journeyman's road to see what's to be seen. But there's
only the sound of Sylphid's harp raging at her bedraggled Momma,
...
Look!
O, looky look-look.
There's a beginning / There's an end.
(And not mutually exclusive to/of each of the other either)
Essentially beginning and end, That's all,
All in between is stuff like faerie tale illusion (a microsoft version).
All the 'stuff' betwix'd and be-tween isn't there. Never was. Believe you me!
Eye'll hike down a journeyman's road to see what's to be seen. But there's
only the sound of Sylphid's harp raging at her bedraggled Momma,
...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
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6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 5:31am
9th Dec 2019 5:31am
dystopian nightmare
dystopian nightmare
so apposite
to opposites
of dreams i long to dream!
dialectical fanfare
a deficit
where counterfeits
create a new extreme
the apple they have eaten
by that old serpent beaten
can paradise be sweetened
when mankind goes east of eden?
...
so apposite
to opposites
of dreams i long to dream!
dialectical fanfare
a deficit
where counterfeits
create a new extreme
the apple they have eaten
by that old serpent beaten
can paradise be sweetened
when mankind goes east of eden?
...
#regret
#God
#redemption #dystopian
#redemption #dystopian
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RByron418
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 1:22am
8th Dec 2019 1:22am
LOGOS
the porcelain colored cloud, pale;
the blind of a child trapped in
the wheel of eternity -
with a slow, wet smile and
the shit heart of the son of
Dog,
there's a brilliant embrace hollowed empty to
an angelic form of transparent
glass, drinking and bleeding,
some throbbing Thing
haunting this empty space -
the broken, failed Father,
the petty god of some impossible night, preceding
a morning of Never,
poisoned breath exhaled, a false secret,
an Away, as elusive as any horizon -
young
wild ...
the blind of a child trapped in
the wheel of eternity -
with a slow, wet smile and
the shit heart of the son of
Dog,
there's a brilliant embrace hollowed empty to
an angelic form of transparent
glass, drinking and bleeding,
some throbbing Thing
haunting this empty space -
the broken, failed Father,
the petty god of some impossible night, preceding
a morning of Never,
poisoned breath exhaled, a false secret,
an Away, as elusive as any horizon -
young
wild ...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
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1 Comment
Northern1
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 8:52pm
5th Dec 2019 8:52pm
Deus?
It cannot be created it cannot be destroyed
Without it less than nothing not even a void
It is the origin of every conceivable synergy
Is an outside force a hidden root of energy?
Without it less than nothing not even a void
It is the origin of every conceivable synergy
Is an outside force a hidden root of energy?
#universe
#God
36 reads
4 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 3:35pm
5th Dec 2019 3:35pm
The Great Flood...
Then there was the great flood...
…so I hear…
God is …experimenting…
...with...
somewhat less
...messy solutions to
the population problem…
...than the ones
we hold...
...dear.
…so I hear…
God is …experimenting…
...with...
somewhat less
...messy solutions to
the population problem…
...than the ones
we hold...
...dear.
#environment
#religion
#God #satirical
#God #satirical
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4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 8:16am
5th Dec 2019 8:16am
I AM~with the sexy Sky_dancer
turn the tides and awake
drink truth from your inner eyes turned blind
written in flesh and deed is the hidden magic
scribe on the skin is a deeper knowledge
power of healing bestowed...stirs
reaper of energies swirling inside and outside of you
into the aether, the great Woman pours
bring forth your weakened, broken soul,
lift up your heart of woven gold,
turn t'ward the tale, eternal told,
I was sent forth from tears of old
enchantress of mischief
captivator of the unknown
before the Dawn knew her name ...
drink truth from your inner eyes turned blind
written in flesh and deed is the hidden magic
scribe on the skin is a deeper knowledge
power of healing bestowed...stirs
reaper of energies swirling inside and outside of you
into the aether, the great Woman pours
bring forth your weakened, broken soul,
lift up your heart of woven gold,
turn t'ward the tale, eternal told,
I was sent forth from tears of old
enchantress of mischief
captivator of the unknown
before the Dawn knew her name ...
#love
#God
#magic
#collaboration
#witches
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7 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 3:34pm
4th Dec 2019 3:34pm
Raphium Series~Magic
there is a magic God employs
let's call it Holy spirit Magic
then there is Raphium magic
God desired a oneness with the Raphium
so he mixed the pools, the source that flows through
I am an anomaly among the host
they don't know my magic
it is older than the one known as God's
it preceded everything
I am an enemy of the peoples
because I cast wildly it seems
what they don't know is it is precise
it hits its target every time
so here we go it's up to you today
what will we have today family? ...
let's call it Holy spirit Magic
then there is Raphium magic
God desired a oneness with the Raphium
so he mixed the pools, the source that flows through
I am an anomaly among the host
they don't know my magic
it is older than the one known as God's
it preceded everything
I am an enemy of the peoples
because I cast wildly it seems
what they don't know is it is precise
it hits its target every time
so here we go it's up to you today
what will we have today family? ...
#love
#God
#aliens #magic
#aliens #magic
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4 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 1:00am
3rd Dec 2019 1:00am
Poetry by Touch
It’s gradually giving me the news in stages,
In phases that gently come and go at first sight.
As if this way it hopes like others going blind,
I’ll recognize respect it’s showing me in time.
When it comes to my having senses up till now,
I’ve had advantages for all these many years.
I should feel lucky and of course sometimes I do;
The irony: going deaf sounds better to me.
I mean no pun intended in what I’ve just said,
For all of us, here and gone, it’s a luxury.
It’s not by birthright giving me a choice to make,
By faith,...
In phases that gently come and go at first sight.
As if this way it hopes like others going blind,
I’ll recognize respect it’s showing me in time.
When it comes to my having senses up till now,
I’ve had advantages for all these many years.
I should feel lucky and of course sometimes I do;
The irony: going deaf sounds better to me.
I mean no pun intended in what I’ve just said,
For all of us, here and gone, it’s a luxury.
It’s not by birthright giving me a choice to make,
By faith,...
#God
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
68 reads
12 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 8:02pm
30th Nov 2019 8:02pm
The lord takes me home
You always said I never loved you ,an I ran like a child lost in parent squabbles.
You said I never loved you , an I pulled away like I was being shamed.
You said I compared , an I thru my grace into the air.
I return to the lord , scorn and bitten.
telling him of the beasts that I have seen , in dreams and life.
telling him riddles of Bible versus I only just gone to find.
You said I was a sheep , an I threw on my wolf consume ready for my own haunting.
The world is polluted by oil and cups runneth over. ...
You said I never loved you , an I pulled away like I was being shamed.
You said I compared , an I thru my grace into the air.
I return to the lord , scorn and bitten.
telling him of the beasts that I have seen , in dreams and life.
telling him riddles of Bible versus I only just gone to find.
You said I was a sheep , an I threw on my wolf consume ready for my own haunting.
The world is polluted by oil and cups runneth over. ...
#God
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 1:22am
30th Nov 2019 1:22am
blowing smoke rings in infinity
I'm carving time from ashes
from nothing but smoke
it appears as an emptiness on the horizon
waiting to be captured then bent
the void is endless
minutes become eons
eons become eternity
a neverending blank
tiring is the task of filling that hunger,
the ravaging need of space
it is greedy, swallowing all around it
a black hole, violent and unstable
is its true nature
creation is a sedative
let the blue skies testify
to the grace of God
carefully carving more time for love
in an...
from nothing but smoke
it appears as an emptiness on the horizon
waiting to be captured then bent
the void is endless
minutes become eons
eons become eternity
a neverending blank
tiring is the task of filling that hunger,
the ravaging need of space
it is greedy, swallowing all around it
a black hole, violent and unstable
is its true nature
creation is a sedative
let the blue skies testify
to the grace of God
carefully carving more time for love
in an...
#dark
#universe
#God
96 reads
15 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
28th Nov 2019 8:13pm
28th Nov 2019 8:13pm
FOUR
Defy hate
With love
Deny evil
Tout good
With word
Also deed
Give more
Take less
Keep true
Don't fake
Stay gold
Live life
With zest
God's hope
Your soul
Will live
Fore
Ever-More
Amen
With love
Deny evil
Tout good
With word
Also deed
Give more
Take less
Keep true
Don't fake
Stay gold
Live life
With zest
God's hope
Your soul
Will live
Fore
Ever-More
Amen
#love
#inspirational
#God
66 reads
10 Comments
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