Long Poems About God
#God
Long poems about god. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th May 2025 5:51pm
5th May 2025 5:51pm
Turn The Page: Chapter Four: Withdrawals and Flashbacks
Terry wasn't sleeping. Beads of sweat coated her bare body beneath the dampened sheets. And tremors throughout her body twitching her arms and legs at their joints.
Terry was mostly awake when an eyelid creaked open and a blurred crucifix on the wall came into focus. Then the extraordinary happened, an hallucination, the cross was on fire. The flames licking and blackening the yellow wallpaper around it.
Terry squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered past hallucinations when she was withdrawing. Never like the euphoric psychedelic mushrooms she had taken in the past where...
Terry was mostly awake when an eyelid creaked open and a blurred crucifix on the wall came into focus. Then the extraordinary happened, an hallucination, the cross was on fire. The flames licking and blackening the yellow wallpaper around it.
Terry squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered past hallucinations when she was withdrawing. Never like the euphoric psychedelic mushrooms she had taken in the past where...
#Christian
#God
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
#religion
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th May 2025 1:16pm
5th May 2025 1:16pm
Turn The Page: Chapter Three: Living On A Prayer
Terry found herself standing outside a local church. She was both tempted and hesistant to approach its cathedral-like, bronze doors.
What was inviting was the message written in marker on a bulletin board on the front yard: "YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF."
Terry sighed and approached the front stone steps with the intention of resting herself. In her blue jean mini skirt and high boots, she crossed her bruised legs and lit a cigarette clip. "Heaven can wait for a sinner," Terry broke into tears.
"Young miss?" A soft voice spoke from behind...
What was inviting was the message written in marker on a bulletin board on the front yard: "YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF."
Terry sighed and approached the front stone steps with the intention of resting herself. In her blue jean mini skirt and high boots, she crossed her bruised legs and lit a cigarette clip. "Heaven can wait for a sinner," Terry broke into tears.
"Young miss?" A soft voice spoke from behind...
#Christian
#God
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
#religion
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
~ASHTAKAALI~ The Eight Avatar-ing Kaali
https://youtu.be/xWgDYQgCKM8?feature=shared
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
#feminism
#God
#inspirational
#rebellion
#spiritual
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 00:15am
8th Mar 2025 00:15am
Garment Watchers
Sister G was an elderly Christian woman. She invited a man named Malcolm to a church in Old Harbour. Malcolm was not a churchgoer, but he decided to pay a visit to the church. On the second Sunday in February, he went to the church, and he wore the only suit and the only necktie that he had. Nobody said anything to him about his outfit on the first day.
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the...
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the...
#Christian
#God
#religion #shame
#religion #shame
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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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darkcloud68
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 10:25pm
9th Feb 2025 10:25pm
God Form
My flesh is weak and exhausted, and it has become weary on this journey through life. Trials and tribulations has become my lion tigers and bears. I once tremble at their booming roars. And fled into the darkness to hide my shivering spirit.
Fearing that my soul would be snatched and locked away in a terrible place, and when it is cold and hungry, and I shall find no comfort or warmth, as I am wrapped in a blanket of misery, and my everyday meal would a plate of pain.
And when I am done dining, I shall wash it all down with a cold cup of sorrows, and then I shall cry,...
Fearing that my soul would be snatched and locked away in a terrible place, and when it is cold and hungry, and I shall find no comfort or warmth, as I am wrapped in a blanket of misery, and my everyday meal would a plate of pain.
And when I am done dining, I shall wash it all down with a cold cup of sorrows, and then I shall cry,...
#angels
#devil
#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
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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
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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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Connotation
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 4:03am
19th Dec 2024 4:03am
Children of the Witch
Generational worship
Paid idolatrous ode
To mystery dreams stolen
From faring dragon history
Behind secrecy curtains
Passes on vain imagination
Performance for roses
On stage confidence
Ironic hypocrites
Acting lustful inquiry
Hissing deceitful
Forked tongue bewilders
Slithering in counterfeit vision
Winding selfish
Get rather than give
Appeases oneself fulfilled
As snakes parent
Supposed fame and fate
In unraveling penalty due
To suddenly strike
Raised on cloud...
Paid idolatrous ode
To mystery dreams stolen
From faring dragon history
Behind secrecy curtains
Passes on vain imagination
Performance for roses
On stage confidence
Ironic hypocrites
Acting lustful inquiry
Hissing deceitful
Forked tongue bewilders
Slithering in counterfeit vision
Winding selfish
Get rather than give
Appeases oneself fulfilled
As snakes parent
Supposed fame and fate
In unraveling penalty due
To suddenly strike
Raised on cloud...
#God
#humankind
#morality
#spiritual
#metaphor
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
The Book of Man
A story book their ingenious invention,
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
#Christian
#God
#honesty
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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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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