Poems About God by Top Critiquers
#God
Poems about god by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Thou Art
Though life's toils and trials blind my eyes
Through all and all, ever present, thou art near
Overcome by thy mercy in my joy -
Though I make my bed in hell, thou art there
Thou ever watchful sovereign, God
Who movest with hallowed footsteps, fate
And bids me in your footsteps trod
To take thy yoke and share life's weight
Teach me to walk this life by faith
Led by whisperings of the still small voice
The veil is thin 'tween clay and wraith
All alike to you, in your grace rejoice
I believe in Christ...
Through all and all, ever present, thou art near
Overcome by thy mercy in my joy -
Though I make my bed in hell, thou art there
Thou ever watchful sovereign, God
Who movest with hallowed footsteps, fate
And bids me in your footsteps trod
To take thy yoke and share life's weight
Teach me to walk this life by faith
Led by whisperings of the still small voice
The veil is thin 'tween clay and wraith
All alike to you, in your grace rejoice
I believe in Christ...
#inspirational
#God
#spiritual
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Heavens to Expensive That's Why I'm Refinancing in Hell
#dark
#God
#devil
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15 Comments
Boudoir Cross
Boudoir Cross
A savior of flesh and bones
Like Jesus was
Lilith pays for our sins
With her body
Not on a cross but in a bed
But she is the sacrifice for all humanity
Like Eve she is the gift to man
In a garden where birds hide
Among the fig boughs
Where shadows dance
As she ascends the heavenly throne
As the female incarnation of God
While butterflies wave
To the mother of all creation
And the rhythm of her hips
Draws him closer to the Lord
In a duet of gasps
Until the sacred feminine
Dangles...
A savior of flesh and bones
Like Jesus was
Lilith pays for our sins
With her body
Not on a cross but in a bed
But she is the sacrifice for all humanity
Like Eve she is the gift to man
In a garden where birds hide
Among the fig boughs
Where shadows dance
As she ascends the heavenly throne
As the female incarnation of God
While butterflies wave
To the mother of all creation
And the rhythm of her hips
Draws him closer to the Lord
In a duet of gasps
Until the sacred feminine
Dangles...
#lust
#erotic
#religion
#God
#sensual
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6 Comments
Thank You
#sex
#God
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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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Canto 1 The Dark Wood of Error (Stanzas 3-4)
Than that infernal-wood could one’s demise be not far more venomous!
Of what hallowed one can preach,
recounting I will that was unveiled to me by the Lord’s grace.
I scarcely can say how I came about it,
so intoxicated with weariness I was constrained
from the True Way I strayed with ill sense.
Of what hallowed one can preach,
recounting I will that was unveiled to me by the Lord’s grace.
I scarcely can say how I came about it,
so intoxicated with weariness I was constrained
from the True Way I strayed with ill sense.
#evil
#religion
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
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God and suffering
If God were to inquire of me
what wounds I bear,
what pain I have endured,
It wouldn’t be to see how mine compare
with those his son withstood
or to determine if I possess
some quota that some sadistic
pope or priest
decreed be the necessary price
to move into the bright “up there”.
He’d do so to assess how much
of healing that he needs to bring
unto my soul and flesh.
For god is all compassionate
and wants all of his mortal sons
to have release
from their sad suffering.
what wounds I bear,
what pain I have endured,
It wouldn’t be to see how mine compare
with those his son withstood
or to determine if I possess
some quota that some sadistic
pope or priest
decreed be the necessary price
to move into the bright “up there”.
He’d do so to assess how much
of healing that he needs to bring
unto my soul and flesh.
For god is all compassionate
and wants all of his mortal sons
to have release
from their sad suffering.
#God
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Now to Hear, and Now to Haunt
My God is not always your God,
or even my God.
I float in the liminal spaces between
a faith and unbelief.
And if I may dwell in the house of the Lord
and watch the games across His moors
the questions will not cease,
nor would He wish them to, I think.
or even my God.
I float in the liminal spaces between
a faith and unbelief.
And if I may dwell in the house of the Lord
and watch the games across His moors
the questions will not cease,
nor would He wish them to, I think.
#religion
#God
#faith #spiritual
#faith #spiritual
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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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I thank the God who smiled
#love
#dreams
#God
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The reason I give!
I give because I care, that's why I share,
Not so I can throw it back up in your face later to make a point an to make you aware!!
Something given from the heart ❤ with love, is exactly what it means and sounds like, without any expectation fare exchanges or any of the above!!
For love sake, those who take gifts without given, always seem to face harsh criticism back lash, bad remarks, bad views usually from the one who's given!!
Well if it's really done out of love!
And you do it because you care thats why you share! Well if an when its not...
Not so I can throw it back up in your face later to make a point an to make you aware!!
Something given from the heart ❤ with love, is exactly what it means and sounds like, without any expectation fare exchanges or any of the above!!
For love sake, those who take gifts without given, always seem to face harsh criticism back lash, bad remarks, bad views usually from the one who's given!!
Well if it's really done out of love!
And you do it because you care thats why you share! Well if an when its not...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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Another f**k from Me to You
you swear I should give a shit
like we come from the same palate
is your twisted as twisted as mine?
truth is we’re not the same
I’m outer space
a fucking space cadet
prick looking down at a rotting world
you worship the devil
screaming about evil
getting off on your own supply
me? I’m devoted to God
I’m just the seed of darkness
the sin I’ll never cleanse
truth is I’m the good, the bad and the ugly
yeah, I just can’t relate
too much a selfish prick
I’m all about joy and love
what...
like we come from the same palate
is your twisted as twisted as mine?
truth is we’re not the same
I’m outer space
a fucking space cadet
prick looking down at a rotting world
you worship the devil
screaming about evil
getting off on your own supply
me? I’m devoted to God
I’m just the seed of darkness
the sin I’ll never cleanse
truth is I’m the good, the bad and the ugly
yeah, I just can’t relate
too much a selfish prick
I’m all about joy and love
what...
#anger
#God
#devil #myself
#devil #myself
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