Poems About God Published by Members Recently Online
#God
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 3:50am
16th Dec 2024 3:50am
Saints and Sinners
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ FOR it's true that we are a threat to the deepness of the truth, of genuine honesty and truth of what you want to believe or what you can't believe. For sure we all can see the the difference 🤨 of the changes, that has altered the deepness of the world. 🌎 Even your own thoughts and prayers and insight, and spiritual soul of your subconsciousness. For sure let's now analyze what I say is the truth of all truth 😭 YET there are those who are still not willing, to accept the truth for what it's worth the...
#angels
#devil
#dialogue
#God
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 3:50am
16th Dec 2024 3:50am
Saints and Sinners
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ FOR it's true that we are a threat to the deepness of the truth, of genuine honesty and truth of what you want to believe or what you can't believe. For sure we all can see the the difference 🤨 of the changes, that has altered the deepness of the world. 🌎 Even your own thoughts and prayers and insight, and spiritual soul of your subconsciousness. For sure let's now analyze what I say is the truth of all truth 😭 YET there are those who are still not willing, to accept the truth for what it's worth the...
#angels
#devil
#dialogue
#God
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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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2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
752 reads
8 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
752 reads
8 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
752 reads
8 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
752 reads
8 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
752 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
62 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
62 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
62 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
62 reads
5 Comments
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