Atheist Poems & Poetry about Atheism
#atheism
Atheist poems and poetry about atheism, the disbelief in the existence of God and other deities. Poems offering different views on atheism and the lack of empirical evidence to support theist beliefs.
oskar
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 10:05pm
11th Apr 2024 10:05pm
Europe
Europe
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte ...
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 11:05am
25th Mar 2024 11:05am
Benefits of being an Atheist
I know that believing in God is NOT necessary to be a good person, it is possible to be moral and have good values without believing in God.
I can embrace new scientific theories about human origins, without being saddled with the belief that a god created everything.
I’m free from church hierarchy telling me what I can and can’t do.
I can embrace a woman’s right to make choices when it comes to her own body.
I don’t have to give my money to a church, so that the pastor can afford his own personal jet, home, mistresses, children or any other...
I can embrace new scientific theories about human origins, without being saddled with the belief that a god created everything.
I’m free from church hierarchy telling me what I can and can’t do.
I can embrace a woman’s right to make choices when it comes to her own body.
I don’t have to give my money to a church, so that the pastor can afford his own personal jet, home, mistresses, children or any other...
#atheism
#TruthOfLife
#nonfiction
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10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 12:23pm
22nd Feb 2024 12:23pm
Death and Tea
On a gray autumn afternoon,
death knocked on my door
with a serene smile. Without delay
I asked: "Come in, don't stay outside."
We sat at the oak table,
Death, in silence, observed the space.
I served the tea, very hot, in moments,
and death accepted, with a grateful gesture.
"Let's chat," I said,
Death nodded, "But about what, honey?"
"Life, dreams, everything that comes and goes too
and about how in the end, everything is lost, even the sky."
We talk about love, glory days, ...
death knocked on my door
with a serene smile. Without delay
I asked: "Come in, don't stay outside."
We sat at the oak table,
Death, in silence, observed the space.
I served the tea, very hot, in moments,
and death accepted, with a grateful gesture.
"Let's chat," I said,
Death nodded, "But about what, honey?"
"Life, dreams, everything that comes and goes too
and about how in the end, everything is lost, even the sky."
We talk about love, glory days, ...
#death
#atheism
#funny
#dialogue
#tea
190 reads
7 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
10th Jan 2024 4:49pm
10th Jan 2024 4:49pm
poets
This has nothing to do with you
It is between me and some of my own community..
Bit of a problem with the local mammies of the gossiping class..
It is between me and some of my own community..
Bit of a problem with the local mammies of the gossiping class..
#atheism
113 reads
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 5:07am
1st Dec 2023 5:07am
Wandering from Faith
How do I confess
that recently I sat in church
below a rainbow flag and hoped
that somehow God would now make sense?
I’m always journeying from faith,
am never quite there because
the dread hand of Creation looms
and testifies to me
that no Creator ever was,
it’s all just wind and rain, chaos.
But until I die there’ll be
a place in my heart for an English church
with that uniquely English air,
of understated sprays of dried flowers,
a calming light at old windows,
a stained pieta of the Lord
presented...
that recently I sat in church
below a rainbow flag and hoped
that somehow God would now make sense?
I’m always journeying from faith,
am never quite there because
the dread hand of Creation looms
and testifies to me
that no Creator ever was,
it’s all just wind and rain, chaos.
But until I die there’ll be
a place in my heart for an English church
with that uniquely English air,
of understated sprays of dried flowers,
a calming light at old windows,
a stained pieta of the Lord
presented...
#atheism
#religion
#Christian #spiritual
#Christian #spiritual
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1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Nov 2023 5:56pm
27th Nov 2023 5:56pm
A Perfect Lore
Look into the quiet place
and ask it what you are.
I am of course an atheist.
When I look at creation I see
the great and ready-made chaos,
proliferating always like
the strain of some disease.
I cannot see in anything
the hand of some kind scientist,
observing us as Harlow did
his lovelorn simians.
But in this chaos there’s
a fire clean and pure,
a reason still to learn what’s here
and make at last a perfect lore.
and ask it what you are.
I am of course an atheist.
When I look at creation I see
the great and ready-made chaos,
proliferating always like
the strain of some disease.
I cannot see in anything
the hand of some kind scientist,
observing us as Harlow did
his lovelorn simians.
But in this chaos there’s
a fire clean and pure,
a reason still to learn what’s here
and make at last a perfect lore.
#love
#atheism
#spiritual #LifeCycle
#spiritual #LifeCycle
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 8:07am
19th Sep 2023 8:07am
the end of tomorrow
The End of Tomorrow
When you sit alone in your room, enjoying your solitude and someone tells you, this is the time of your life, the trivial will say you can sleep til ten, in the morning if you want to and you think, why not forever
You know there is no afterlife, you knew that when nine years old Santa Claus, was the woman next door
in drag, handing out gifts, paid for by your mother.
When the doorbell chimes and a christian sadist makes it clear you must believe in Jesus because you are old and can die, any moment now.
When you listen to the soft breaths of...
When you sit alone in your room, enjoying your solitude and someone tells you, this is the time of your life, the trivial will say you can sleep til ten, in the morning if you want to and you think, why not forever
You know there is no afterlife, you knew that when nine years old Santa Claus, was the woman next door
in drag, handing out gifts, paid for by your mother.
When the doorbell chimes and a christian sadist makes it clear you must believe in Jesus because you are old and can die, any moment now.
When you listen to the soft breaths of...
#atheism
#astrology
#fate
#curse
#karma
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PAR
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 1:32pm
11th Jul 2023 1:32pm
Blake Hole
fifteen seconds at the speed of light from here
there is a deserted rock, empty and abandoned
which has roamed the universe for eternity.
planet nothing is the name of this crystal stone
but everyone just calls it home bitter home
everyone pretends not to squander the little one.
all the inhabitants are proud enough to forget
that are just the beings on the smooth surface
of a tiny grain of sand in the ocean of stars.
the universe follows its course towards the navel
in an eternal self-referential dream so atheistic ...
there is a deserted rock, empty and abandoned
which has roamed the universe for eternity.
planet nothing is the name of this crystal stone
but everyone just calls it home bitter home
everyone pretends not to squander the little one.
all the inhabitants are proud enough to forget
that are just the beings on the smooth surface
of a tiny grain of sand in the ocean of stars.
the universe follows its course towards the navel
in an eternal self-referential dream so atheistic ...
#universe
#stars
#atheism
#astronomy
#disappointment
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4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 7:01pm
2nd May 2023 7:01pm
fidelity
fidelity
The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow
that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and
to make happiness.
To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think
they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend
to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness
There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see.
A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are
today, we are...
The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow
that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and
to make happiness.
To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think
they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend
to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness
There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see.
A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are
today, we are...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
189 reads
1 Comment
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 6:59am
25th Apr 2023 6:59am
What Bigots Fear
Of demographics and inculcation
Surplus diatribes have been composed
Leading to further alienation
By means of humanity juxtaposed;
One group here against another group there
And all arrayed for you to hate them more
When labelled, categorically unfair,
To justify false outrage keeping score!
And thus the minorities keep shrinking
So the bullies won't have to work as much
At that out of the box social thinking
That runs them the risk of staying in touch
With that which the misanthrope hates the most:
No hell for...
Surplus diatribes have been composed
Leading to further alienation
By means of humanity juxtaposed;
One group here against another group there
And all arrayed for you to hate them more
When labelled, categorically unfair,
To justify false outrage keeping score!
And thus the minorities keep shrinking
So the bullies won't have to work as much
At that out of the box social thinking
That runs them the risk of staying in touch
With that which the misanthrope hates the most:
No hell for...
#atheism
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3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 11:59pm
17th Apr 2023 11:59pm
Consciousness
say what they say
conscience does not weigh
consciousness is a state
comatose and translucent
who does not suffer any
effect on the part of
gravitational pull
conscience is synonymous
to forgetfulness...
consciousness is absence
of a scapegoat
consciousness is a moment
of millimeters in opening
of the blinds
it's the face in the dark
the shadow behind the curtain
the unknown look
in the rays of light that tear
the trellises, the silk and the
usefulness
metaphysical...
conscience does not weigh
consciousness is a state
comatose and translucent
who does not suffer any
effect on the part of
gravitational pull
conscience is synonymous
to forgetfulness...
consciousness is absence
of a scapegoat
consciousness is a moment
of millimeters in opening
of the blinds
it's the face in the dark
the shadow behind the curtain
the unknown look
in the rays of light that tear
the trellises, the silk and the
usefulness
metaphysical...
#atheism
#philosophical
#wisdom #StreamOfConsciousness
#wisdom #StreamOfConsciousness
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 5:21pm
26th Mar 2023 5:21pm
the parting
The partition
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
Grey boughs stretching upward appeal to
a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
In a black frame, seeing you seeing through you
and into an...
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
Grey boughs stretching upward appeal to
a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
In a black frame, seeing you seeing through you
and into an...
#atheism
#faith
#fate
#curse
#karma
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