Poems About God Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about god seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
A Choir of Lies
In the halls of guilt, where coins
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
#Christian
#God
#heaven #religion
#heaven #religion
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2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 4:03am
30th Nov 2024 4:03am
Drop of Grace
Drop of Grace
Need God to drop some grace on me
God please drop some grace on me
Soul without a compass
God please drop some grace on me
And fill the empty hole in my heart
God please drop some grace on me
Turn this black piece
Into a beating blood red heart
God please no really God please
Drop some grace on me
Lead me into your garden
And bathe my soul in goodness
So I come out reborn
With a compass for my soul
I need God to drop an anvil of love on me
And set...
Need God to drop some grace on me
God please drop some grace on me
Soul without a compass
God please drop some grace on me
And fill the empty hole in my heart
God please drop some grace on me
Turn this black piece
Into a beating blood red heart
God please no really God please
Drop some grace on me
Lead me into your garden
And bathe my soul in goodness
So I come out reborn
With a compass for my soul
I need God to drop an anvil of love on me
And set...
#faith
#God
#redemption #spiritual
#redemption #spiritual
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 2)
(...)
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
#apocalypse
#evil
#God
#JRRTolkien
#morality
79 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 1:39am
27th Nov 2024 1:39am
listen
listening intently I seek my internal voice
quiet for the moment
in the sllence I am lonely
spirits of the host keep me company
in the eternal storm
they aren't noise they are companions
restless day feeling lost without them
everyone is elsewhere
where they go when they fade is a mystery
talking to myself to fill the void
there is a solitary voice that is still present
He desires my thoughts be on him alone
he stays behind to hear my observations and conclusions
temptation to place a person...
quiet for the moment
in the sllence I am lonely
spirits of the host keep me company
in the eternal storm
they aren't noise they are companions
restless day feeling lost without them
everyone is elsewhere
where they go when they fade is a mystery
talking to myself to fill the void
there is a solitary voice that is still present
He desires my thoughts be on him alone
he stays behind to hear my observations and conclusions
temptation to place a person...
#God
#love
101 reads
5 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:52am
25th Nov 2024 4:52am
Is it Me
Is it Me
Is it me for a moment
Every line I read feels computer
I read again and it’s alien to me
Go back to ink and paper in you
Binary not binary in mind
Is it you for a moment you forgot
Don’t forget dreams in nightmares
Love in the moment before you know
Love is dispatched you are going
To live in this moment until you die
Moments in you till you sing you’re dying song
Is it me for a moment
Every line I read feels computer
I read again and it’s alien to me
Go back to ink and paper in you
Binary not binary in mind
Is it you for a moment you forgot
Don’t forget dreams in nightmares
Love in the moment before you know
Love is dispatched you are going
To live in this moment until you die
Moments in you till you sing you’re dying song
#death
#God
#LifeCycle
#love
#music
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 7:01pm
23rd Nov 2024 7:01pm
The Narrow Path
I had once gone to London on vacation,
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
#anger
#frustration
#God
#honesty
#LifeCycle
69 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:56am
18th Nov 2024 6:56am
Respite Under Arches
O house of splendor, temple divine
With vaults that in gilded radiance shine!
Thy arches soar, as prayers take flight
To pierce the veil of the eternal night
Thy pillars, twelve, as prophets of old
Proclaim the truths in stories told
Each stone a witness, each wall a creed
To Him who hath met our every need
The rose-hued glass, in splendor bright
Transforms the sun to heavenly light
Its beams cascade in hallowed streams
As angels sing of sacred dreams
The sacred font, in marble hewn
Doth whisper of the coming...
With vaults that in gilded radiance shine!
Thy arches soar, as prayers take flight
To pierce the veil of the eternal night
Thy pillars, twelve, as prophets of old
Proclaim the truths in stories told
Each stone a witness, each wall a creed
To Him who hath met our every need
The rose-hued glass, in splendor bright
Transforms the sun to heavenly light
Its beams cascade in hallowed streams
As angels sing of sacred dreams
The sacred font, in marble hewn
Doth whisper of the coming...
#Christian
#God
#religion
#rhyming
#spiritual
84 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 7:00pm
17th Nov 2024 7:00pm
Origins of Consciousness
Seems it happened long long ago, In the distant remembrances of dying stars, there was a divine race who once roamed,
their world a dieing baron forgotten dream, falling in self made destruction, fraying at the edges of itself, a civilization poised on the edge of extinction.
They looked to the heavens, searching for a way for restoration, a source to revive their beloved home, they looked to the cradle of a new beginning, to Earth.
A garden untouched, its soil rich with secrets they could harvest, its sky ripe with possibilities they could bend. ...
their world a dieing baron forgotten dream, falling in self made destruction, fraying at the edges of itself, a civilization poised on the edge of extinction.
They looked to the heavens, searching for a way for restoration, a source to revive their beloved home, they looked to the cradle of a new beginning, to Earth.
A garden untouched, its soil rich with secrets they could harvest, its sky ripe with possibilities they could bend. ...
#fiction
#God
#mythology
#revenge
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:47am
17th Nov 2024 5:47am
The Great Joke
Deep in the darkest pits, the starving are vanishing. You toss them a crumb, then stand back and watch them rot.
You, all-powerful and unseen, beam your eternal cruelty over this grand, twisted scheme.
You let the young die, and those who still dare to taste life’s fleeting joys, But you won’t let the ones begging for an end just slip away.
Countless who now rot in the earth, once swore blind allegiance to you, died happily convinced they'd found salvation.
You keep the poor shackled, year after year, their desires more tempting than your so-called...
You, all-powerful and unseen, beam your eternal cruelty over this grand, twisted scheme.
You let the young die, and those who still dare to taste life’s fleeting joys, But you won’t let the ones begging for an end just slip away.
Countless who now rot in the earth, once swore blind allegiance to you, died happily convinced they'd found salvation.
You keep the poor shackled, year after year, their desires more tempting than your so-called...
#atheism
#faith
#God
#LifeStruggles
#religion
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AmyMMosier
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 00:31am
16th Nov 2024 00:31am
There exists no place
There exists no place
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away
And even more so -
He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away
And even more so -
He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.
#God
51 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 9:51pm
12th Nov 2024 9:51pm
THE WORLD I CREATED
Here I am above in the clouds of heaven, looking down upon the world 🌍 that I once created long ago. Yet now it has changed right before my own eyes. 👁️👁️ Yet it's unrecognizable like a haunted 🏠 house, on Halloween night when the freaks come out in the day time and night time. As change will be the outcome, of what you use to be able to have in life. Don't fear my children's, I am here for you all for a righteous blessing 🙏 is happening right before your eyes. 👁️👁️ For sure there is a blessing in disguise,...
#devil
#faith
#God
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:47am
12th Nov 2024 6:47am
Wanderings
Through barren wastes of ash and stone
The ascetic walked, in faith alone
The sun, a pyre, bled red and pale
As winds did wail a mournful tale
His flesh grew weak, his breath ran dry
Yet prayers rose up to pierce the sky
When from the dust a shadow loomed
A saintly corpse, from grave exhumed
Its bones did gleam with spectral fire
Its hollow eyes burned fierce, entire
“O pilgrim, lost in dread’s domain,
Rise now, and walk the path of pain”
Its voice was both a hymn and cry,
A beacon bright, yet sharp with...
The ascetic walked, in faith alone
The sun, a pyre, bled red and pale
As winds did wail a mournful tale
His flesh grew weak, his breath ran dry
Yet prayers rose up to pierce the sky
When from the dust a shadow loomed
A saintly corpse, from grave exhumed
Its bones did gleam with spectral fire
Its hollow eyes burned fierce, entire
“O pilgrim, lost in dread’s domain,
Rise now, and walk the path of pain”
Its voice was both a hymn and cry,
A beacon bright, yet sharp with...
#Christian
#dark
#God
#religion
#rhyming
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