Least Read Poems About God
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
23rd May 2023 6:11pm
23rd May 2023 6:11pm
LETTING GO
Seasons come and seasons go
Each one of us learn to let go.
Letting go does not come easy.
Letting go is the parting with something or someone
We had for a while that became a part of us.
It was ours; it belonged to us.
We must have needed it for a wile or a time.
Letting go can be sad or drive us mad
It hurts to part because we, by nature, are possessive beings.
Sharing is a virtue as letting go is unnatural
To the natural beasts we are.
Letting go states we don’t need it anymore
And, yet, the future remains unknown ...
Each one of us learn to let go.
Letting go does not come easy.
Letting go is the parting with something or someone
We had for a while that became a part of us.
It was ours; it belonged to us.
We must have needed it for a wile or a time.
Letting go can be sad or drive us mad
It hurts to part because we, by nature, are possessive beings.
Sharing is a virtue as letting go is unnatural
To the natural beasts we are.
Letting go states we don’t need it anymore
And, yet, the future remains unknown ...
#motivational
#inspirational
#God
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
Unconsciousness Ink
I CANT BREATH”!
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#God
#freedom
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
passing years anf Google
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
#angels
#devil
#ghosts
#God
#witches
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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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oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 8:13pm
27th Dec 2024 8:13pm
Devil Above
Devil above
Heaven underneath
Cuss like a sailor
Sings in the choir
If they had a cash jar for all my swears
They’d be on the way to Beverly Hills
Like to be submerged
And baptized in wine
Devil above
Below divine
Not a demon just misunderstood
Heaven below
No Devil above
Heaven underneath
Cuss like a sailor
Sings in the choir
If they had a cash jar for all my swears
They’d be on the way to Beverly Hills
Like to be submerged
And baptized in wine
Devil above
Below divine
Not a demon just misunderstood
Heaven below
No Devil above
#devil
#God
#karma #spiritual
#karma #spiritual
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:25am
2nd Jan 2025 6:25am
Strife
When storms do break and heavens weep
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
#Christian
#God
#rain
#religion
#storm
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a_methyste
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hlightdroid
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 7:57pm
13th Jan 2025 7:57pm
On the exhibition
On the exhibition,
I could see the painting.
And the mosquito standing on the white wall.
Here it is I thought:
«Another kind of work of art!»
They have not written her name on the list,
At the entrance door.
But she does not care.
She gave it a try today.
A touch of long elegant sketches.
Black!
And arms made of air.
I could see the painting.
And the mosquito standing on the white wall.
Here it is I thought:
«Another kind of work of art!»
They have not written her name on the list,
At the entrance door.
But she does not care.
She gave it a try today.
A touch of long elegant sketches.
Black!
And arms made of air.
#God
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 5:27pm
22nd Dec 2024 5:27pm
Reality Versus Religious Doctrines
Reality is in fact the best teacher for mankind and not religious doctrines.
The things that people say and write cannot teach as well as reality.
No matter what you hear, read, and think, you must pay attention to reality.
You should always reject any teaching that is not consistent with reality.
According to the bible, the superior authorities have been established by God.
Did God really have something to do with the inception of human government?
Reality shows the falsity in the age-old religious belief that has mislead many people.
Wealth...
The things that people say and write cannot teach as well as reality.
No matter what you hear, read, and think, you must pay attention to reality.
You should always reject any teaching that is not consistent with reality.
According to the bible, the superior authorities have been established by God.
Did God really have something to do with the inception of human government?
Reality shows the falsity in the age-old religious belief that has mislead many people.
Wealth...
#God
#humankind
#oppression
#politics
#religion
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 00:53am
8th Nov 2024 00:53am
The Seventh Day Picnic
On the seventh day, God breathed out, tired, laid back beneath a shade tree, quiet an inspired he said "Let there be a day," then exhaled and thought to himself ,a day, "for wine and bread and mortal folk."
He summoned a handful from dust and clay,
spread blankets thick on the earth's cool day.
The people settled and sipped their wine, ate their bread although there wasn't time, curious, bold, their questions fine.
One then asked ,"Do you eat where light wain,or does heaven’s glow mask hunger’s strain?" If a...
He summoned a handful from dust and clay,
spread blankets thick on the earth's cool day.
The people settled and sipped their wine, ate their bread although there wasn't time, curious, bold, their questions fine.
One then asked ,"Do you eat where light wain,or does heaven’s glow mask hunger’s strain?" If a...
#God
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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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MalcolmG
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 3:35pm
9th Nov 2024 3:35pm
The Fallen Church
A tempest stirs, a grievous wave,
My heart shatters for those left to crave,
For trust betrayed, for lives undone,
By men who once stood, now they run.
The sacred name of Christ now smeared,
His church defiled, by those once revered,
Their hearts corrupted, their hands unclean,
They sought the lusts that could not be seen.
The catalogue of ruin grows with haste,
A parade of leaders who've lost their grace,
Apostates in shadows, hearts turned to stone,
From faith once vibrant, now wholly alone.
An...
My heart shatters for those left to crave,
For trust betrayed, for lives undone,
By men who once stood, now they run.
The sacred name of Christ now smeared,
His church defiled, by those once revered,
Their hearts corrupted, their hands unclean,
They sought the lusts that could not be seen.
The catalogue of ruin grows with haste,
A parade of leaders who've lost their grace,
Apostates in shadows, hearts turned to stone,
From faith once vibrant, now wholly alone.
An...
#atheism
#God
#religion
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