Long Poems About God
#God
Long poems about god. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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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
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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
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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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
Letters To Heaven
I wrote you a letter, I'm wondering why,
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
#atheism
#devil
#God
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
In the Shadows of He
In the dim light of ancient halls,
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
#devil
#God
#magic
#mythology
#religion
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 10:40am
30th Oct 2024 10:40am
Im Your God
I’m Your God
In the shade of moon, where shadows dwell,
I'll weave a tale of your self-made hell.
Mind pulses with dread, despair's gentle call,
Leading you softly as your barriers fall.
Taste me, discover the threads that rewind,
Your heart locked in darkness, no light to shine.
Come, crawl faster, with blind faith you tread,
Life slips through your fingers, as it hangs by a thread.
I’m your God, tugging at every edge,
Warping perception, lost in the hedge.
Blinded by whispers that cloud your sight,...
In the shade of moon, where shadows dwell,
I'll weave a tale of your self-made hell.
Mind pulses with dread, despair's gentle call,
Leading you softly as your barriers fall.
Taste me, discover the threads that rewind,
Your heart locked in darkness, no light to shine.
Come, crawl faster, with blind faith you tread,
Life slips through your fingers, as it hangs by a thread.
I’m your God, tugging at every edge,
Warping perception, lost in the hedge.
Blinded by whispers that cloud your sight,...
#dark
#devil
#God #shadows
#God #shadows
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About God
