Poems About God Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about god seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:05pm
17th Feb 2025 2:05pm
Everything is Good
As Shawn licked my flowering lips, I heard him whisper,
“Everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected
if it is received with thanksgiving.”
Then he rose quietly over me and added,
“Thank you for what I am about to receive”
in the kindest voice I’d ever heard from a man.
I looked at his dark chest with wonder
as he towered over me holding his hardened cock.
He almost smiled when his eyes met mine.
I placed my hands in the small of his back
and drew him closer
feeling the edge of him...
“Everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected
if it is received with thanksgiving.”
Then he rose quietly over me and added,
“Thank you for what I am about to receive”
in the kindest voice I’d ever heard from a man.
I looked at his dark chest with wonder
as he towered over me holding his hardened cock.
He almost smiled when his eyes met mine.
I placed my hands in the small of his back
and drew him closer
feeling the edge of him...
#God
#love
#sex
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 4:09pm
13th Feb 2025 4:09pm
SPIRITUAL SUBCONSCIOUSNESS
Have you ever wondered if it was ever possible to be able to see pass, the deepness of your own thoughts into your deepest imagination. As your insight becomes more clearly yet invisible, as the fire of your heart becomes what will you truly may see in the future of your future dreams. For let's take a moment to analyze the deepness of the questions, that has been haunting you, in the depths of your silence as sleep has become a thing of the past, behind unseen eyes. 👁️ For have you ever wondered, if you had a chance to rewrite your life all over again, what would you want to...
#angels
#devil
#God
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:28am
7th Feb 2025 3:28am
And So Hell Trembled With His Step
Semper Sanctus
Head bowed in contemplation
The weight of eternity pressing against my brow
Upon the parchment of the world
The liturgy of man is writ in sigil and blood
A scripture of ascent, a hymn of fire
His Glory—
A gesture of silence
A truth beyond breath, beyond name
The Alpha and Omega inscribed in unseen ink
A covenant sealed in the marrow of existence
Salvation is found in flame
In the tongues of fire that danced above the apostles
In the incense rising like the prayers of the saint ...
Head bowed in contemplation
The weight of eternity pressing against my brow
Upon the parchment of the world
The liturgy of man is writ in sigil and blood
A scripture of ascent, a hymn of fire
His Glory—
A gesture of silence
A truth beyond breath, beyond name
The Alpha and Omega inscribed in unseen ink
A covenant sealed in the marrow of existence
Salvation is found in flame
In the tongues of fire that danced above the apostles
In the incense rising like the prayers of the saint ...
#Christian
#death
#faith #God
#faith #God
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:46am
2nd Feb 2025 6:46am
Elohim Stairs
Climb beyond flesh and bone
An ascent towards divinity's throne
72 names writ now unfold
Glory for the young and old
Thrones of wisdoms unfurled
Eyes like glowing white pearl
Befoulment towards death
An eternity before final breath
Come as ye serpents are
Lay with the trampled Morningstar
An ascent towards divinity's throne
72 names writ now unfold
Glory for the young and old
Thrones of wisdoms unfurled
Eyes like glowing white pearl
Befoulment towards death
An eternity before final breath
Come as ye serpents are
Lay with the trampled Morningstar
#Christian
#dark
#devil
#God
#religion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 4:30am
31st Jan 2025 4:30am
Vision 3.
I remember.
When God told me.
'Is this the best you can do? Life in a room?'
And from my heart I said.
In here.
I can forget I exist.
Exist.
Only as a stray thought.
It's not my prison.
It's the twenty feet I can control.
When everything is so.
Fragile.
When God told me.
'Is this the best you can do? Life in a room?'
And from my heart I said.
In here.
I can forget I exist.
Exist.
Only as a stray thought.
It's not my prison.
It's the twenty feet I can control.
When everything is so.
Fragile.
#God
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:53am
30th Jan 2025 9:53am
"The Myth of King Arthur" Series: Chapter I. King Arthur, or El Morya
In the misty castle noble men,
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
#God
#historical
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
101 reads
5 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
Lost in the Seams
Playing my own funeral March
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
#aging
#death
#God
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 3)
In a clash of wrath that disobeyed
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
#dreams
#God
#JRRTolkien
#music
#spiritual
78 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
89 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 4:58am
7th Jan 2025 4:58am
Paradise Lost
riotus laughter fills my thoughts
as the voices of mirth enter my mind
sometimes i laugh with them, others I don't
my feelings turn towards sorrow
I feel bad for them with all their bravado
they can't admit they're sad
in Paradise Lost Milton tells of Lucifer's fall
in front of the other angels he was brave
but when he is alone and thoughtful he feels bad
like he really fucked up
this makes me sorrowful because I know what is to fuck up
and regretting it later
he has no hopes of redeeming himself
my heart sinks...
as the voices of mirth enter my mind
sometimes i laugh with them, others I don't
my feelings turn towards sorrow
I feel bad for them with all their bravado
they can't admit they're sad
in Paradise Lost Milton tells of Lucifer's fall
in front of the other angels he was brave
but when he is alone and thoughtful he feels bad
like he really fucked up
this makes me sorrowful because I know what is to fuck up
and regretting it later
he has no hopes of redeeming himself
my heart sinks...
#angels
#God
#love
115 reads
4 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 4:38am
6th Jan 2025 4:38am
Aioue - A Minimalist's Mainframe
Aioue (pronounced A-wah, with no emphasis on either syllable) is a way of seeing and living in the reality of the Source of all things. The word comes from the notion that it is made up entirely of vowels, which create the least amount of conscious intervention in the breath. Breath is a variation on a theme. For anything that grows it is the very definition of consciousness on any level. It is the eternal and the temporal residing in a one syllable word. Breath = Aioua
Life is re-animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing...
Life is re-animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing...
#God
#mythology
#TruthOfLife #universe
#TruthOfLife #universe
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