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.
fearlessstars
Poem Published
Today 1:52pm
Today 1:52pm
The walk home
We are all walking each others home, not knowing
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
The golden love silk attraction,
the seeking of blind self in others abstraction.
The salvation in care of each others protection,
side by side in growth is the stimulus creation.
Mosaic of desired dreams as bucket list,
temptation to challenge each others through the mist.
Support on many levels committed,
letting go towards free fall...
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
The golden love silk attraction,
the seeking of blind self in others abstraction.
The salvation in care of each others protection,
side by side in growth is the stimulus creation.
Mosaic of desired dreams as bucket list,
temptation to challenge each others through the mist.
Support on many levels committed,
letting go towards free fall...
#faith
#spiritual
#magic #philosophical
#magic #philosophical
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1Docmcruz
Nourish Cruz
Nourish Cruz
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 2:16pm
21st Jan 2020 2:16pm
The Earth is Trembling!
Today we must plant the seed
fallen from Adam’s forbidden fruit,
return the garden; put our brimstone down
Beg our trembling Earth 🌎
to fear not fire 🔥
nor missiles brighter than suns
in the night sky
Are there any shooting stars left?
We’ve washed our hands in melting ice
drank water until transformed
into lead lemonade and mud mojitos;
we are drunk off denial
thinking recycling one bottle is enough.
I’m praying for a cloud where people thirst.
I’m praying for a patch of...
fallen from Adam’s forbidden fruit,
return the garden; put our brimstone down
Beg our trembling Earth 🌎
to fear not fire 🔥
nor missiles brighter than suns
in the night sky
Are there any shooting stars left?
We’ve washed our hands in melting ice
drank water until transformed
into lead lemonade and mud mojitos;
we are drunk off denial
thinking recycling one bottle is enough.
I’m praying for a cloud where people thirst.
I’m praying for a patch of...
#war
#environment
#pollution #faith
#pollution #faith
29 reads
11 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 10:07am
21st Jan 2020 10:07am
no reeling surrealism, ABSOLUTE IS LOVE ANYWHERE-either plugged in cyano'algal blooms or flow as molten sun'swans
absolute is love
#love
#universe
#faith
#spiritual
#surreal
72 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 6:43pm
20th Jan 2020 6:43pm
through the fire
♪a rhymed, mirrored double octet♪
[Octet 1 is a tribute to the resilience of my friend, NewBeginning.]
§
years
a g o
a green tree
in t h e forest
axes h u n t e d me
but my r e s i l i e n c e
the fellmen dreaded never
nor did i e m b e r in the fire
tho fames did ‘gainst my soul conspire
m y s p i r i t k n e w a r i v e r
whose s o l e benevolence
w a s a m y s t e r y
by whose bequest
my bruised knee
k n e w n o
f e a r s
...
[Octet 1 is a tribute to the resilience of my friend, NewBeginning.]
§
years
a g o
a green tree
in t h e forest
axes h u n t e d me
but my r e s i l i e n c e
the fellmen dreaded never
nor did i e m b e r in the fire
tho fames did ‘gainst my soul conspire
m y s p i r i t k n e w a r i v e r
whose s o l e benevolence
w a s a m y s t e r y
by whose bequest
my bruised knee
k n e w n o
f e a r s
...
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#faith #LifeChangingMoment
#faith #LifeChangingMoment
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 10:06am
20th Jan 2020 10:06am
For Shane
they never saw your mind just what you did
counting all your misdeeds as you hide
behind the need to rage against your pain
keeping it all locked away inside
a thirst for words and knowledge, though denied
born within the clutch of poverty
like I, stuck in the quicksand of my doubt
that I could not dig through escaping out
i see your light is brighter than the stars
but you cannot yet see into your heart
allow my eyes to guide you to my sight
that you are all that's best of dark and bright
though...
counting all your misdeeds as you hide
behind the need to rage against your pain
keeping it all locked away inside
a thirst for words and knowledge, though denied
born within the clutch of poverty
like I, stuck in the quicksand of my doubt
that I could not dig through escaping out
i see your light is brighter than the stars
but you cannot yet see into your heart
allow my eyes to guide you to my sight
that you are all that's best of dark and bright
though...
#love
#children
#family
#faith
#son
71 reads
6 Comments
midevil
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 4:52pm
19th Jan 2020 4:52pm
The Game Rules
Life is just a game to some, believing they decide who wins.
Judged by rules they create a hell for there own sin.
Still they play by there rules all tailored to better fit.
Dismissing the law made by the one whom in judgment sits.
Vainly they strive at the same time for a heavenly peace.
A fragile world is made in hopes the other will simply cease.
Foolishly they play a hand against he who holds the cards.
Conjuring up an awaiting fortune with not a single guard.
We come to the table with nothing and that is what we bet
If what you want is all...
Judged by rules they create a hell for there own sin.
Still they play by there rules all tailored to better fit.
Dismissing the law made by the one whom in judgment sits.
Vainly they strive at the same time for a heavenly peace.
A fragile world is made in hopes the other will simply cease.
Foolishly they play a hand against he who holds the cards.
Conjuring up an awaiting fortune with not a single guard.
We come to the table with nothing and that is what we bet
If what you want is all...
#faith
#redemption
#morality
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ClassyBird
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 7:13pm
18th Jan 2020 7:13pm
Dear Elohim (God)
Eli Eli lema Sabachthani
That's Aramaic for,
My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?
What of the promises you made to me,
A promise is a comfort to a fool,
But God is that how you see me?
When you promised to
Never forsake me if i seek to you,
or the plan to prosper and not to harm me,
plans of hope and the future for me,
My God you took from me,
My brother, my mother, significant other,
Why, God of compassion and Mercy,
Do you see me, God?
You called me out on little faith,
and asked me why I doubt,
When...
That's Aramaic for,
My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?
What of the promises you made to me,
A promise is a comfort to a fool,
But God is that how you see me?
When you promised to
Never forsake me if i seek to you,
or the plan to prosper and not to harm me,
plans of hope and the future for me,
My God you took from me,
My brother, my mother, significant other,
Why, God of compassion and Mercy,
Do you see me, God?
You called me out on little faith,
and asked me why I doubt,
When...
#love
#God
#faith
88 reads
5 Comments
Introvertedmind
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 6:33pm
15th Jan 2020 6:33pm
The Dance
Delicately the glorious hands of my creator took hold of me
I rested in his palms
Formless and empty
With great gentleness He placed me on a wheel which had my name inscribed in gold
and from the finest china He spilled over me a thousand rainbows
Filling my voids with hope
And then
He began to spin
the wheel with ease
Surreal beauty caressed my entire being
I melted into His fingers
Absorbing His energy
From his fingertips I sprouted and rose with great pride
With matter over time
He started to comprise a...
I rested in his palms
Formless and empty
With great gentleness He placed me on a wheel which had my name inscribed in gold
and from the finest china He spilled over me a thousand rainbows
Filling my voids with hope
And then
He began to spin
the wheel with ease
Surreal beauty caressed my entire being
I melted into His fingers
Absorbing His energy
From his fingertips I sprouted and rose with great pride
With matter over time
He started to comprise a...
#love
#hope
#forgiveness
#faith
#sacrifice
31 reads
2 Comments
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 4:44pm
14th Jan 2020 4:44pm
[RELENTLESS OVERTURE] ... part 2
(fuckin' religion can eat shit and die)
Yeah
ruthlessly violent
hostilely chaotic
every sort of psychotic
all gifts from God
who is genocidal
and so fuckin' neurotic
k, .. Yeah hoe
and as you know
this deity
who made me
in his image
and I didn’t fall far
from his goddamn tree
and God loves torturing me
so he made me tough
and he made me hard
to lead an army
against these fucking
immortal souls
k, .. Yeah hoe
gotta put these fucks in a hole
so deep and dark ...
Yeah
ruthlessly violent
hostilely chaotic
every sort of psychotic
all gifts from God
who is genocidal
and so fuckin' neurotic
k, .. Yeah hoe
and as you know
this deity
who made me
in his image
and I didn’t fall far
from his goddamn tree
and God loves torturing me
so he made me tough
and he made me hard
to lead an army
against these fucking
immortal souls
k, .. Yeah hoe
gotta put these fucks in a hole
so deep and dark ...
#religion
#faith
#mythology
#philosophical
#curse
35 reads
8 Comments
1Docmcruz
Nourish Cruz
Nourish Cruz
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 2:40pm
14th Jan 2020 2:40pm
Heaven on Earth
Felt an angel kiss my shoulder
telling me, “It's not over”
God gave me Heaven right here!
Though I’ve walked through the valley
Today my heart sings and my soul dances
because my journey was a beautiful struggle to get where...
I found peace!!!
I’m the lotus flower
that grew from the murky water.
The faith that parted the sea
The woman who bled for 12 years till Jesus turned to heal me
I was at the last grain of sand hanging on the the top edge...
telling me, “It's not over”
God gave me Heaven right here!
Though I’ve walked through the valley
Today my heart sings and my soul dances
because my journey was a beautiful struggle to get where...
I found peace!!!
I’m the lotus flower
that grew from the murky water.
The faith that parted the sea
The woman who bled for 12 years till Jesus turned to heal me
I was at the last grain of sand hanging on the the top edge...
#strength
#hope
#God
#faith
#spiritual
40 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 7:18am
12th Jan 2020 7:18am
RockofAges
If God is your solid foundation, good or bad, you're going to be happy, you're going to be
joyous if you're in him. And that's what we stand on.—Missy Robertson
my thinking rock
makes zero mock
under the sweetwood tree
expectant sits
his selfless wits
content to wait for me
to bring my grief
to sweet relief
poured out like healing oil
upon each tear
that trickles there
when friends from me recoil
my hiding rock
protects my stock
when life is torn from me
earth’s emptiness ...
joyous if you're in him. And that's what we stand on.—Missy Robertson
my thinking rock
makes zero mock
under the sweetwood tree
expectant sits
his selfless wits
content to wait for me
to bring my grief
to sweet relief
poured out like healing oil
upon each tear
that trickles there
when friends from me recoil
my hiding rock
protects my stock
when life is torn from me
earth’s emptiness ...
#strength
#courage
#faith
#spiritual
#SelfWorth
34 reads
2 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 10:36pm
9th Jan 2020 10:36pm
Spark the World
Influenced by more harbingers
Than Satan's own helping hand
Waiting for one another
Like lemmings staggering in
Searching for a leap of death
Boredom's torture
A fickle bitch
is the reason most decide to rebel with no avail
Not the wealth
I revel in the presence of misfortune
While under stormy sails
That sinister witch...
The beautiful servant of God herself
Oh the smell of blasphemous details
Demons sell pieces of hell to quell the hellions giving them something to tell at the ring of each bell while...
Than Satan's own helping hand
Waiting for one another
Like lemmings staggering in
Searching for a leap of death
Boredom's torture
A fickle bitch
is the reason most decide to rebel with no avail
Not the wealth
I revel in the presence of misfortune
While under stormy sails
That sinister witch...
The beautiful servant of God herself
Oh the smell of blasphemous details
Demons sell pieces of hell to quell the hellions giving them something to tell at the ring of each bell while...
#atheism
#faith
#rebirth
#fate
#philosophical
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