Poems about God
#God
Poems examining God, the ultimate creator or spirit with power over nature and human fortunes. Here you'll find religious, spiritual and questioning poems about God.
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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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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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
Tithing
The day is quietly opening.
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
#despair
#God
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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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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Connotation
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 1:58am
31st Jan 2025 1:58am
A Thief in the Night
A thief in the night.
Ingenius disguise.
What demon delight.
Completing assigns.
It's eating inside.
Deleting your mind.
Deceitfully hide.
Impeding can lie.
So really rely.
Repeating affright.
Releasing denied.
All cheating defines.
Competing for time.
Unyielding design.
Where seeds have but died.
No breathing confides.
Conceiving combines.
Our evening abides.
Increasing divide.
There we will entwine.
Then sealing and cry.
From...
Ingenius disguise.
What demon delight.
Completing assigns.
It's eating inside.
Deleting your mind.
Deceitfully hide.
Impeding can lie.
So really rely.
Repeating affright.
Releasing denied.
All cheating defines.
Competing for time.
Unyielding design.
Where seeds have but died.
No breathing confides.
Conceiving combines.
Our evening abides.
Increasing divide.
There we will entwine.
Then sealing and cry.
From...
#God
#metaphor
#morality
#rhyming
#spiritual
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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
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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
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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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a_methyste
hlightdroid
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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