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.
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:29am
Yesterday 2:29am
“The Meek“ ... A Poem written by Big Virge 12/4/2020
Okay So This Verse Speaks ...
Upon Biblical Themes ...
Because Words Like These ...
Now Really Don’t Seem ...
To Have Too Much Worth ...!?!
Because The Meek ARE NOT ...
Inheriting The Earth ... !!!
They’re Inheriting A World ...
Where New Tech Will Serve ...
To DISTURB Their Nerves ...
And A World That Now ...
Is Demanding Lockdowns ...
That Are Causing Frowns ...
And Inheriting ... NO CROWDS ... !!!!!
Until A Solution Can Now Be Found ...
To What ... “ Apparently “ ...
Could...
Upon Biblical Themes ...
Because Words Like These ...
Now Really Don’t Seem ...
To Have Too Much Worth ...!?!
Because The Meek ARE NOT ...
Inheriting The Earth ... !!!
They’re Inheriting A World ...
Where New Tech Will Serve ...
To DISTURB Their Nerves ...
And A World That Now ...
Is Demanding Lockdowns ...
That Are Causing Frowns ...
And Inheriting ... NO CROWDS ... !!!!!
Until A Solution Can Now Be Found ...
To What ... “ Apparently “ ...
Could...
#religion
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#redemption
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 8:38pm
2nd Jun 2020 8:38pm
POOR EUROPE !
POOR EUROPE !
Tell me where you have been bred,
and how parents dealt with you,
I will know about your faith
and if God is in your view.
single mothers and one sex
bring the kids of coming days.
How can those kids live in mirth
with those who have lost their ways?
Families breed normal kids
and fill infancy with love.
Where is that in Europe now?
How can its countries survive?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
Tell me where you have been bred,
and how parents dealt with you,
I will know about your faith
and if God is in your view.
single mothers and one sex
bring the kids of coming days.
How can those kids live in mirth
with those who have lost their ways?
Families breed normal kids
and fill infancy with love.
Where is that in Europe now?
How can its countries survive?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
#faith
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valkyriekerry
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 7:51pm
2nd Jun 2020 7:51pm
Finally Believing
Finally Believing
Stiffened,
Petrified with shocks,
Slumbers alone, but not alone.
Shivering,
An unearthly touch; paralyzed.
Crying, the atheist prays,
For light.
Stiffened,
Petrified with shocks,
Slumbers alone, but not alone.
Shivering,
An unearthly touch; paralyzed.
Crying, the atheist prays,
For light.
#atheism
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 11:15pm
1st Jun 2020 11:15pm
one hundred and one
As foundling, unfurnished from birth -
Incubator of little consequence -
Someone left me in an emptying bar
Curtained like wingless flies…
In slips of space temporarily
Air, not glass nor reflective
Rouge of barmaid lipstick.
Voices spoke from shore of other chairs.
Poured warm wine stilled my mouth
The eyes, perhaps, of one burst berry;
A sudden symphony of an often laid
But hey conductor! Never played.
If then was a hook for my hang-ups,
Today is a twin boomed elevation
Above the wheels, beneath bone doors, ...
Incubator of little consequence -
Someone left me in an emptying bar
Curtained like wingless flies…
In slips of space temporarily
Air, not glass nor reflective
Rouge of barmaid lipstick.
Voices spoke from shore of other chairs.
Poured warm wine stilled my mouth
The eyes, perhaps, of one burst berry;
A sudden symphony of an often laid
But hey conductor! Never played.
If then was a hook for my hang-ups,
Today is a twin boomed elevation
Above the wheels, beneath bone doors, ...
#love
#faith
#LifeCycle
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
29th May 2020 11:49pm
29th May 2020 11:49pm
SUDDENLY
Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty space in a full bottle.
Vision is mere intention, to
Nurse ailing sun back to health
Sheath a mooned scintilla
Beside pocketful of poetry.
Fibrilla of solitary bereavement
Wreath words unbroken
Around any old oak tree, rooted,
Over cups, carpet, Christ statue, nailed.
This constant solicitude flaunts, in flame
Of gilded street light haze.
At night,
Suffocated by bird, black
Illuminate the skyline artillery
(in a silent news...
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty space in a full bottle.
Vision is mere intention, to
Nurse ailing sun back to health
Sheath a mooned scintilla
Beside pocketful of poetry.
Fibrilla of solitary bereavement
Wreath words unbroken
Around any old oak tree, rooted,
Over cups, carpet, Christ statue, nailed.
This constant solicitude flaunts, in flame
Of gilded street light haze.
At night,
Suffocated by bird, black
Illuminate the skyline artillery
(in a silent news...
#love
#hope
#faith
#dystopian
#pandemic
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
29th May 2020 5:48pm
29th May 2020 5:48pm
FAITH AND PRINCIPLES
FAITH AND PRINCIPLES
Love, your charm is stronger than
what frail sex does to announce
its existence in a world
where flag wavers love their house.
What has Europe shown the world
but great lack of self respect,
women nude in public sites,
"protest or sheer sex request?"
When with Christ, it was so great.
Now with Satan, no effects,
needing people not their own
while they have their futile sex.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
Love, your charm is stronger than
what frail sex does to announce
its existence in a world
where flag wavers love their house.
What has Europe shown the world
but great lack of self respect,
women nude in public sites,
"protest or sheer sex request?"
When with Christ, it was so great.
Now with Satan, no effects,
needing people not their own
while they have their futile sex.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
#faith
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1 Comment
ChynaBay311
Poem Published
29th May 2020 6:25am
29th May 2020 6:25am
WHEN DEATH CALLS
When death calls,
Will you be prepared?
Or will you want to stay
Just one more day?
When death calls
Will you know just what comes next?
Or will you wonder if it will be something to dredge?
When death call,
Will others miss you?
Or will they be glad that you’re finally dead?
When death calls,
What mark have you made?
Or will you have wishes of shoulda, coulda, wouldas?
For when death do call,
Do we really know what’s happens?
Or does it really matter?
Will you be prepared?
Or will you want to stay
Just one more day?
When death calls
Will you know just what comes next?
Or will you wonder if it will be something to dredge?
When death call,
Will others miss you?
Or will they be glad that you’re finally dead?
When death calls,
What mark have you made?
Or will you have wishes of shoulda, coulda, wouldas?
For when death do call,
Do we really know what’s happens?
Or does it really matter?
#faith
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#pagan
#philosophical
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5 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
27th May 2020 10:15am
27th May 2020 10:15am
soul symphony
By chance I stumble on destiny
The ever morphing threads
Woven by the hands of time
A clock is but a rigid automaton
Just an empty face with no soul
Endless cogs and screws
To a fluid existence
Bound to eternity
float
By the ramblings of a madman
I walk my highways and hallways
And roads unmarked
Lined with ghosts of all that was
And whispers of things to come
I hear the wind and see signs
The compass of a wanderess
Knows no north and south
listen
the heart babbles ...
The ever morphing threads
Woven by the hands of time
A clock is but a rigid automaton
Just an empty face with no soul
Endless cogs and screws
To a fluid existence
Bound to eternity
float
By the ramblings of a madman
I walk my highways and hallways
And roads unmarked
Lined with ghosts of all that was
And whispers of things to come
I hear the wind and see signs
The compass of a wanderess
Knows no north and south
listen
the heart babbles ...
#love
#family
#faith
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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1 Comment
Evan_De_la_Vinia
Poem Published
26th May 2020 2:18am
26th May 2020 2:18am
Queen Navajo
Her magic hands
Play the drum all night
Her special friends
Heal their pain
And time passes by
Her magic mind
Echoes in the night
Her weary eyes
Spring the rain
And time passes by
Oh, Queen Navajo
Take us to the city
The place of our birth
So that we may retire
To our tents and dreams
It takes time
Nothing but time
Play the drum all night
Her special friends
Heal their pain
And time passes by
Her magic mind
Echoes in the night
Her weary eyes
Spring the rain
And time passes by
Oh, Queen Navajo
Take us to the city
The place of our birth
So that we may retire
To our tents and dreams
It takes time
Nothing but time
#faith
#spiritual
#freedom #magic
#freedom #magic
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
24th May 2020 10:13pm
24th May 2020 10:13pm
IS THAT REAL FAITH?
IS THAT REAL FAITH?
Don't imagine that the man who hurts
other people has a tranquil heart.
Perhaps, he goes through a lot of pain
like the child whose hunger makes him cry.
You can feel the harm that he can cause,
but you don't discern what state he lives.
He endures a lot that's hard to bear,
and no person thinks of giving hand.
Loneliness and fear control his life,
and you see his inner pouring tears,
but you think of self and not his grief,
deeming that you are the faithful side.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS...
Don't imagine that the man who hurts
other people has a tranquil heart.
Perhaps, he goes through a lot of pain
like the child whose hunger makes him cry.
You can feel the harm that he can cause,
but you don't discern what state he lives.
He endures a lot that's hard to bear,
and no person thinks of giving hand.
Loneliness and fear control his life,
and you see his inner pouring tears,
but you think of self and not his grief,
deeming that you are the faithful side.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS...
#faith
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cabcool
Poem Published
24th May 2020 4:31am
24th May 2020 4:31am
zarephath
one widow, one son, one meal, one corpse, one prophet [I Kings 17]
i
dead
my only lover
sped
from me forever
here
our only child
dear
and meek and mild
ii
food
gone from our table
would
that I were able
for
my baby boy
more
means to employ
iii
lo
our final morsel
so
meagre a parcel
stuffs
the appetite
of
a gileadite
iv
death
comes to my laddie
breath
gone from his body
i
am left undone
by
my...
i
dead
my only lover
sped
from me forever
here
our only child
dear
and meek and mild
ii
food
gone from our table
would
that I were able
for
my baby boy
more
means to employ
iii
lo
our final morsel
so
meagre a parcel
stuffs
the appetite
of
a gileadite
iv
death
comes to my laddie
breath
gone from his body
i
am left undone
by
my...
#grief
#hope
#faith
#spiritual
#poverty
31 reads
6 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 11:51pm
23rd May 2020 11:51pm
Saturday Morning
Nothing happens,
Only the kettle boiling.
Steaming poetical remains
O’er late morning
Wallpaper tides.
Feel Uma’s voice as first
Snow of a nuclear winter
Flushed against my cheekbone.
Drifting from soapy suds, soliloquy,
Watching seagull guard her nest
Of the most precious,
The voice sings to me in twelve languages.
The cutlery is now pristine.
The furniture sits
In misplaced harmonies,
Valley choir of cloth and wood.
The Smiths poster hangs over
Flag of St David, lightly dusting
Pyres...
Only the kettle boiling.
Steaming poetical remains
O’er late morning
Wallpaper tides.
Feel Uma’s voice as first
Snow of a nuclear winter
Flushed against my cheekbone.
Drifting from soapy suds, soliloquy,
Watching seagull guard her nest
Of the most precious,
The voice sings to me in twelve languages.
The cutlery is now pristine.
The furniture sits
In misplaced harmonies,
Valley choir of cloth and wood.
The Smiths poster hangs over
Flag of St David, lightly dusting
Pyres...
#love
#death
#faith #rebirth
#faith #rebirth
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3 Comments
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