Poems about Faith
#faith
Poetry about faith, complete confidence and trust, without tangible proof. Poems about faith in someone or something. This includes poetry examining strong religious principles and ideas based on spiritual beliefs.
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:02pm
Yesterday 5:02pm
Cripple
Refine character, calibrate the words to the heart
Finding new ways to say the same things
Till my apologies ring true enough to entreat redemption
When I plead my case to my heart to make believe
Am I a good man or just good at pretending to be?
Detriments of default settings
These compromised foundations
I rebuild to fortify lest the cracks work their way to the surface
Pin the tale on the jack ass
Following these threads I leave like clues to unearth a web of confessions
Interrogated by conscience
Balancing out the...
Finding new ways to say the same things
Till my apologies ring true enough to entreat redemption
When I plead my case to my heart to make believe
Am I a good man or just good at pretending to be?
Detriments of default settings
These compromised foundations
I rebuild to fortify lest the cracks work their way to the surface
Pin the tale on the jack ass
Following these threads I leave like clues to unearth a web of confessions
Interrogated by conscience
Balancing out the...
#faith
#forgiveness
#redemption
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:25pm
Yesterday 4:25pm
Sinking Ships
My heart stopped for one-thousandth of a second
resuscitated by chimes of St Thomas Church,
peeling hope from eternal tides.
We became the rainfall
sluicing across bows of burly tankers
lost in the Atlantic dark.
We wrote our names in sand
holding still in our time,
before clocks crashed from harbour gallows.
Building ships, forever,
or so it seems,
when we should be diving for pearls.
resuscitated by chimes of St Thomas Church,
peeling hope from eternal tides.
We became the rainfall
sluicing across bows of burly tankers
lost in the Atlantic dark.
We wrote our names in sand
holding still in our time,
before clocks crashed from harbour gallows.
Building ships, forever,
or so it seems,
when we should be diving for pearls.
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
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2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 10:21pm
27th Dec 2024 10:21pm
written by Lady Fancy / Lori
I am not the sunrise
but I should be
I should be a cascade of wind
an unfinished scent
the geometry of words
starting a fresh poem
allowing the lines on my face
to tell it all
leak the shade of grief
I should be an ounce of pride
that spills
from an assumption
of sexual symbolism
headed the wrong way
down a one way street
I should be deep darkness
where old habits live
in ignorance
in awkward silence
beneath equations of unknown
I should be scarred wounds
trying to heal ...
but I should be
I should be a cascade of wind
an unfinished scent
the geometry of words
starting a fresh poem
allowing the lines on my face
to tell it all
leak the shade of grief
I should be an ounce of pride
that spills
from an assumption
of sexual symbolism
headed the wrong way
down a one way street
I should be deep darkness
where old habits live
in ignorance
in awkward silence
beneath equations of unknown
I should be scarred wounds
trying to heal ...
#faith
#hope
#love
97 reads
8 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 3:26pm
27th Dec 2024 3:26pm
Then I Dream, You Dreamt About Me
viz dream
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
89 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:42am
27th Dec 2024 4:42am
Wages of The Faithless
In depths unseen, beneath the endless night
Where shadows writhe and whisper of despair
I walked, alone, beneath an empty light
To witness what awaits the soul laid bare
No angels’ song, no holy trumpets sound
Only the hollow moan of desolate cries
For here, where souls in darkness are unbound
The Faithless walk with vacant hopeless eyes
Their steps are slow, their hearts are cold as stone
The wages earned for turning from the truth
In endless grief, they walk, yet walk alone
Their faith forsaken in the fleeting youth
...
Where shadows writhe and whisper of despair
I walked, alone, beneath an empty light
To witness what awaits the soul laid bare
No angels’ song, no holy trumpets sound
Only the hollow moan of desolate cries
For here, where souls in darkness are unbound
The Faithless walk with vacant hopeless eyes
Their steps are slow, their hearts are cold as stone
The wages earned for turning from the truth
In endless grief, they walk, yet walk alone
Their faith forsaken in the fleeting youth
...
#Christian
#faith
#God
#morality
#religion
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 00:56am
27th Dec 2024 00:56am
What ever you need and want
For sure 🙏 I'm thinking about you in your time of need when you seek clarity of understanding, is why am HERE AND NOW. 🙏 FOR I come as a blessing in disguise, for the betterment of each of your lives, 🤔 to help you navigate your ups and downs that are involved in creating a different kind of life. 🙏 For sure that's why I am here with you now, as I sit here and reflect upon the things I've seen how much this world 🌍 has changed over time. 😭 Years after YEARS of what is happening in the world, as 🌍 it becomes filled with chaos and drama...
#faith
#fate
#philosophical
#redemption
#TruthOfLife
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4 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 9:02pm
26th Dec 2024 9:02pm
The Most Silent of Nights
If pain could be tuned into music
I would lay a guitar under her
children’s sleeping heads
and strum a symphony
that their Mother is not dead.
.
An undertaker digs her words
Into empty library shelves
and from my wine-stained lips
we share our last ever kiss,
before she is turned to ash.
***
The moon’s perfect vowel
washed in sleep at the morning’s edge,
nestles tenderly in our final chapter.
This seed of light
that grew here and gave being
in remote corners of the universe
to a...
I would lay a guitar under her
children’s sleeping heads
and strum a symphony
that their Mother is not dead.
.
An undertaker digs her words
Into empty library shelves
and from my wine-stained lips
we share our last ever kiss,
before she is turned to ash.
***
The moon’s perfect vowel
washed in sleep at the morning’s edge,
nestles tenderly in our final chapter.
This seed of light
that grew here and gave being
in remote corners of the universe
to a...
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
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4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 10:51pm
25th Dec 2024 10:51pm
Here we are in deep thoughts
How much does the deepness of the brain 🧠 that holds the mind, see within the very deepness of our lives, of the things. THAT we all have to learn to just to navigate, through the process of being able to just to survive, in this space and time of our lives. 🙏 FOR real that is the truth of the truth that has, been guiding you in ways that you can't even imagine. 😞 YET it is necessary to understand the whole situation, from start to finish for sure we are here. Facing one another as we exchange thoughts, from our own personal network, that has become the most powerful...
#faith
#fate
#morality
#philosophical
#rebirth
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 1:34pm
24th Dec 2024 1:34pm
Merry Christmas
Everyone wants to live forever
Trying to avoid the great unknown
Castles of silver, streets of gold
The doubts permeate your mind
Was I good enough to make it in
Or was my life to abundant with sin
Will I rise up to the heavens
Or fall to that boiling lake of fire
Will I come back as a butterfly
Or a pig fattened for slaughter
Maybe there's nothing
Spirits floating around with
Zero, zilch, nada to do
Or maybe I could be stuck in purgatory
With noone to free me
If I am reincarnated
I'd want to be a cow in...
Trying to avoid the great unknown
Castles of silver, streets of gold
The doubts permeate your mind
Was I good enough to make it in
Or was my life to abundant with sin
Will I rise up to the heavens
Or fall to that boiling lake of fire
Will I come back as a butterfly
Or a pig fattened for slaughter
Maybe there's nothing
Spirits floating around with
Zero, zilch, nada to do
Or maybe I could be stuck in purgatory
With noone to free me
If I am reincarnated
I'd want to be a cow in...
#Christmas
#death
#faith
#God
#sacrifice
62 reads
6 Comments
disDain
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 00:20am
23rd Dec 2024 00:20am
If The Day’s Okay…I’m Alright
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
I would write…What I could not say
…I tried
To convey the time that I’ve had mine…
Into my mind…I pray
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Giving Thanks…For my angst, provides a place where my fear can reside
And my tears can revive…The lifeless eyes…I see
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Seeking the night, when I cry in the mourning
I’m much obliged…Being twisted and contorted
Enlisted to conform with…A dissident assortment
Blended into all of us “We”
If the day’s okay…I’m alright ...
I would write…What I could not say
…I tried
To convey the time that I’ve had mine…
Into my mind…I pray
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Giving Thanks…For my angst, provides a place where my fear can reside
And my tears can revive…The lifeless eyes…I see
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Seeking the night, when I cry in the mourning
I’m much obliged…Being twisted and contorted
Enlisted to conform with…A dissident assortment
Blended into all of us “We”
If the day’s okay…I’m alright ...
#faith
#fate
#karma #luck
#karma #luck
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:18am
22nd Dec 2024 3:18am
Spiritual Awakening
TO BE GRATEFUL AND THANKFUL AND BLESSED YET WHY is it that there is ways to go to escape, from the negativity and drama, but yet it doesn't matter what you think 🤔 and still feel. For sure we have to learn to truly navigate, through the process of the SUBCONSCIOUSNESS OF THOSE THINGS. THAT SEEMS TO JUST DRAW US IN SO many LEVELS OF CONTROL OVER US. YET I have found what I need to sustain life 🙏 for it's the truth of the nonsense that doesn't matter 😔 but yet it does sometimes. 🤨 For sure everything that we have to go through, is precious to life that sometimes...
#faith
#rebirth
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 8:50pm
21st Dec 2024 8:50pm
One Plus One
God is who made man sinners, when he decided to make the rules.
The devil is why I think I can make it, because he fell and still made it through.
I'm not saying that I'm all evil. One plus one is what makes me too.
Categories? We're all God's children. He loves me, as He also loves you.
The devil is why I think I can make it, because he fell and still made it through.
I'm not saying that I'm all evil. One plus one is what makes me too.
Categories? We're all God's children. He loves me, as He also loves you.
#faith
#hope
#love
#philosophical
#spiritual
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