Poems About God by Top Critiquers
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Poems about god by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Heavens to Expensive That's Why I'm Refinancing in Hell
#dark
#God
#devil
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Hellion
Why did I join this team?
This group of
steeped-in-tradition,
trained-in-conformity,
blinded-by-doctrine,
very certain
old white dudes?
Because this is where you've put me.
Maybe it's where I can
do the best damage.
.
This group of
steeped-in-tradition,
trained-in-conformity,
blinded-by-doctrine,
very certain
old white dudes?
Because this is where you've put me.
Maybe it's where I can
do the best damage.
.
#courage
#religion
#God #risk
#God #risk
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Death Wish Kiss
Born from the rib of my brother
Didn't ask to be the starter sister
Looking over my shoulder
Lost eyes searching for my mother
Guess it wasn't meant to be
Long past time to be set free
So I headed toward the Knowledge Tree
The slithering snake was irrelevant
Didn't feel right being a servant
Needing to make my own mistakes
In the form of a shiny ruby red apple
Juicy and plump ready for the pluck
My sharp teeth wished me luck
As I took my first bite of rebellion
And...
Didn't ask to be the starter sister
Looking over my shoulder
Lost eyes searching for my mother
Guess it wasn't meant to be
Long past time to be set free
So I headed toward the Knowledge Tree
The slithering snake was irrelevant
Didn't feel right being a servant
Needing to make my own mistakes
In the form of a shiny ruby red apple
Juicy and plump ready for the pluck
My sharp teeth wished me luck
As I took my first bite of rebellion
And...
#women
#God
#morality
795 reads
32 Comments
What if
I feel so much more
made of God's mistakes
and his tantrums.
Of His dumb ideas...
To the lighthouses that
take me away from the jetty
what I really am is a boat
adrift in search
of the rumblings in the belly of God,
blend the smell of coffee grounds
of any God!
But of His clay
is what I'm not...
God's got no faith to spare.
God does not believe
that he is one of us!
PAR
made of God's mistakes
and his tantrums.
Of His dumb ideas...
To the lighthouses that
take me away from the jetty
what I really am is a boat
adrift in search
of the rumblings in the belly of God,
blend the smell of coffee grounds
of any God!
But of His clay
is what I'm not...
God's got no faith to spare.
God does not believe
that he is one of us!
PAR
#religion
#God
#faith
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Thank You
#sex
#God
301 reads
6 Comments
Hotel Guinevere
I
Black velveteen – Cascades of shadows.
An appearance at the door.
Such a world to explore.
The strange land of my mind… Comes alive.
All you are… Is a precipice of silence.
Enjoining to my… Mountainous stance.
Spirals of days (+) nights… Adjacent
Have arrived… Here – To this moment.
Where space (+) time will take us -
Who can say – In my... Expanding focus.
I just know -
You look like a witchy woman tonight.
In that… Clothing of midnight.
And I… Need you to cast a spell on me. ...
Black velveteen – Cascades of shadows.
An appearance at the door.
Such a world to explore.
The strange land of my mind… Comes alive.
All you are… Is a precipice of silence.
Enjoining to my… Mountainous stance.
Spirals of days (+) nights… Adjacent
Have arrived… Here – To this moment.
Where space (+) time will take us -
Who can say – In my... Expanding focus.
I just know -
You look like a witchy woman tonight.
In that… Clothing of midnight.
And I… Need you to cast a spell on me. ...
#God
#angels
#aliens #witches
#aliens #witches
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Birthed
There's something about a pair of pants
this blinding white's sheen and glow
the hidden softness beyond reach of hand
the arrousing mound so briefly shown.
'Tis such a little hill you know
but in mounting one, one can find
the wealth of ages hidden below
the mother of all humankind.
Those misogynistic old white men sat in Rome,
properganderized a man
but I believe God gave great joyous moans
as She birthed Eve, the first, human!
this blinding white's sheen and glow
the hidden softness beyond reach of hand
the arrousing mound so briefly shown.
'Tis such a little hill you know
but in mounting one, one can find
the wealth of ages hidden below
the mother of all humankind.
Those misogynistic old white men sat in Rome,
properganderized a man
but I believe God gave great joyous moans
as She birthed Eve, the first, human!
#women
#God
#rhyming
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A Hand From Above
A gentle wind graces my brow.
From whence it came, my gate, steadily.
As if to guide, the atmosphere brightens.
Facing ahead, glowing radiance.
Warm embrace caresses softly.
Unfurling below, flourishing landscape.
Under the sun, the valley's folds.
Sounds are silent.
Heavenly direction.
I close my eyes.
Dimensions unify into one.
Peace is heard, heightening.
Mountainous peak.
Open as day, I see.
Perfect rhyme and time, always there.
Distant horizon behind.
Plane where silhouettes...
From whence it came, my gate, steadily.
As if to guide, the atmosphere brightens.
Facing ahead, glowing radiance.
Warm embrace caresses softly.
Unfurling below, flourishing landscape.
Under the sun, the valley's folds.
Sounds are silent.
Heavenly direction.
I close my eyes.
Dimensions unify into one.
Peace is heard, heightening.
Mountainous peak.
Open as day, I see.
Perfect rhyme and time, always there.
Distant horizon behind.
Plane where silhouettes...
#LifeStruggles
#God
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
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2 Comments
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
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unfounded
the archaeologist thought he’d unearthed god on an archeological dig in suffolk and, following much research, he published his findings were later to be discounted ..
#science
#God
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God... The Power
The God... an intangible force
who is formless, who has no colour
who is truth, who does justice
N who moves the universe,
the one who pervades the whole universe,
the one who runs this whole universe under Karma. It is an infinite power always present within us.
On the earth, in the inferno and in the sky. the same power exists in all the three worlds.
the one which is invisible, the one that we can feel,
that gives us an energy, that make us mature,
Every born child, every growing plant assures us that a power called God is still not angry...
who is formless, who has no colour
who is truth, who does justice
N who moves the universe,
the one who pervades the whole universe,
the one who runs this whole universe under Karma. It is an infinite power always present within us.
On the earth, in the inferno and in the sky. the same power exists in all the three worlds.
the one which is invisible, the one that we can feel,
that gives us an energy, that make us mature,
Every born child, every growing plant assures us that a power called God is still not angry...
#power
#God
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God’s Fingerprint
God’s Fingerprint
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
#religion
#God
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
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