Poems About Faith Seeking Friendly Advice
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LIFE4ME
Poem Published
Today 00:51am
Today 00:51am
The Days Of Old Return
Oh LORD hear my cry
may the days of old return
when I heard your voice
I meditated
hearing the sound of your voice
I wrote down your words
your face shown brightly
for my eyes were opened wide
to see your beauty
and my soul cried out
in response to your presence
words of praise written
my soul continued
writing the words given me
face to face we spoke
here I am my God
the days of old shall return
my hands are outstretched
I'm meditating
I shall see you face to...
may the days of old return
when I heard your voice
I meditated
hearing the sound of your voice
I wrote down your words
your face shown brightly
for my eyes were opened wide
to see your beauty
and my soul cried out
in response to your presence
words of praise written
my soul continued
writing the words given me
face to face we spoke
here I am my God
the days of old shall return
my hands are outstretched
I'm meditating
I shall see you face to...
#loneliness
#hope
#faith
#spiritual
#senryu
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wizkatfood
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 8:13pm
11th Nov 2019 8:13pm
A glimpse into the labyrinth.
Gaze at my eyes and say,
That you’ll love them forevermore.
This might be the last dream,
A faint voice buzzing you numb,
The cold waves that kiss you,
My melody.
Feel my hands caress your skin,
Whispering of paradise.
This is what beauty breathes,
In time you’ll cry the truth,
Our happiness amidst our evils.
Repeat my words they’re yours,
Tell me ‘till my secrets can lie.
One might...
That you’ll love them forevermore.
This might be the last dream,
A faint voice buzzing you numb,
The cold waves that kiss you,
My melody.
Feel my hands caress your skin,
Whispering of paradise.
This is what beauty breathes,
In time you’ll cry the truth,
Our happiness amidst our evils.
Repeat my words they’re yours,
Tell me ‘till my secrets can lie.
One might...
#secrets
#faith
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1 Comment
Kingvirky
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 2:41pm
10th Nov 2019 2:41pm
Unscripted 1
I know men;
Crazy ,Boastful,
Proud men...
I know some other men;
Moral, upright,
Good men.
I know Wise
and foolish men.
All colours and horrors...
But I know a MAN.
A GOD-MAN,
Unlike any other...
Died in shame
Ressurected in glory
God became man
To make men
like GOD-
G-O-D-L-Y MEN.
I know men,
and I know MEN-
GODLY MEN!
Crazy ,Boastful,
Proud men...
I know some other men;
Moral, upright,
Good men.
I know Wise
and foolish men.
All colours and horrors...
But I know a MAN.
A GOD-MAN,
Unlike any other...
Died in shame
Ressurected in glory
God became man
To make men
like GOD-
G-O-D-L-Y MEN.
I know men,
and I know MEN-
GODLY MEN!
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#redemption
28 reads
2 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 12:45pm
1st Nov 2019 12:45pm
Remain
here I am my LORD
let not your voice be silenced
I remain bowed down
here I am my LORD
open the eyes of my heart
to see the unseen
hear my voice dear child
remain faithful to the LORD
to see the unseen
let not your voice be silenced
I remain bowed down
here I am my LORD
open the eyes of my heart
to see the unseen
hear my voice dear child
remain faithful to the LORD
to see the unseen
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#senryu
40 reads
2 Comments
Periwinkleblue
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 5:08pm
21st Oct 2019 5:08pm
Stillness
I am, in the stillness of a moment,
One hundred thousand lifetimes of sands spent
With time caught for a brief sunsets glow'in,
In the stillness of a moment, I am.
When the squirrels calls quiet, winds die,
Leaves shiny backs lovely, hang yellow
Green and brown under clearest skies
Winds die, when the squirrels calls quiet.
As day ends in twilit amber, solace comes,
For darks womb to cradle beings on earth
As slumber takes children into sweet dreams,
Solace comes, as day ends in twilit amber.
One hundred thousand lifetimes of sands spent
With time caught for a brief sunsets glow'in,
In the stillness of a moment, I am.
When the squirrels calls quiet, winds die,
Leaves shiny backs lovely, hang yellow
Green and brown under clearest skies
Winds die, when the squirrels calls quiet.
As day ends in twilit amber, solace comes,
For darks womb to cradle beings on earth
As slumber takes children into sweet dreams,
Solace comes, as day ends in twilit amber.
#hope
#nature
#peace
#faith
#healing
47 reads
7 Comments
princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 00:40am
4th Oct 2019 00:40am
how to be a fictional character.
step one.
exist. you are a blank state; and the love you feel will never be enough.
step two.
make poor choices. your sense of justice is surely misguided.
step three.
fall apart. your story is romanticized and your tears fall on desensitized ears.
step four.
die. was it even worth it, you'll never know.
step five.
return to the living. if it's your brain or your soul or something else, you'll breathe again.
step six.
be confused. your don't understand these misplaced memories...
exist. you are a blank state; and the love you feel will never be enough.
step two.
make poor choices. your sense of justice is surely misguided.
step three.
fall apart. your story is romanticized and your tears fall on desensitized ears.
step four.
die. was it even worth it, you'll never know.
step five.
return to the living. if it's your brain or your soul or something else, you'll breathe again.
step six.
be confused. your don't understand these misplaced memories...
#faith
#rebirth
#magic #MovingOn
#magic #MovingOn
32 reads
1 Comment
butters
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 11:31pm
1st Oct 2019 11:31pm
positive thinking
in a dark and burning world
where even ice catches fire
where skies peel
and the soil is sour
where howlback oscillates
cinder cone to horizon
a shabby soul
may yet get clean
where even ice catches fire
where skies peel
and the soil is sour
where howlback oscillates
cinder cone to horizon
a shabby soul
may yet get clean
#faith
#redemption
98 reads
15 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
25th Sep 2019 4:11pm
25th Sep 2019 4:11pm
shibboleth
Shibboleth
It includes our political parties
Distant past their prime when they had a meaning.
Also, Christian theology is passé
As philosophies anchored in old thinking are
Like rusty ships waiting to for dismantling
A new approach for our modern question about
Life and dead must
be written in a language
That reflects the time we live in
It is not about old ideas being dressed in jeans
However, a fundamental rethink that if not breaking
From the past entirely, find a new expression
Because the structural problems will...
It includes our political parties
Distant past their prime when they had a meaning.
Also, Christian theology is passé
As philosophies anchored in old thinking are
Like rusty ships waiting to for dismantling
A new approach for our modern question about
Life and dead must
be written in a language
That reflects the time we live in
It is not about old ideas being dressed in jeans
However, a fundamental rethink that if not breaking
From the past entirely, find a new expression
Because the structural problems will...
#faith
#fate
#pagan
31 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 3:43pm
15th Sep 2019 3:43pm
if we must live - Visual Version
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
—Jamaican Poet Claude McKay (1889-1948)
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if we must l i v e, let it not be
like disillusioned dreamers
who occupy the sand;
shelter in the rocks,
where the evil
spells of night
f i n d no ...
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
—Jamaican Poet Claude McKay (1889-1948)
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if we must l i v e, let it not be
like disillusioned dreamers
who occupy the sand;
shelter in the rocks,
where the evil
spells of night
f i n d no ...
#love
#kindness
#courage #faith
#courage #faith
53 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 4:37pm
31st Aug 2019 4:37pm
Message
Faith - Yes
Religion - No
Full Stop
Religion - No
Full Stop
#faith
148 reads
21 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 10:46pm
27th Aug 2019 10:46pm
Of Every Kind
When I was young I’d flitter through the sky,
And ransack all the stars of magic dust.
I’d walk lightheartedly ‘cross fields of rye,
Within my rucksack filled with wanderlust.
I was so young, the rebel in me rose,
To holler with a shout that shook the world.
I gazed straight up to God, “I want to know,”
And then the magic started to unfurl.
All thru’ the days & nights, my quicken’d step,
The rhapsody of knowledge filled my mind.
Thru’ jungle, swamp & forest rivulet,
Of bamboo, rattan, growth of every kind.
...
And ransack all the stars of magic dust.
I’d walk lightheartedly ‘cross fields of rye,
Within my rucksack filled with wanderlust.
I was so young, the rebel in me rose,
To holler with a shout that shook the world.
I gazed straight up to God, “I want to know,”
And then the magic started to unfurl.
All thru’ the days & nights, my quicken’d step,
The rhapsody of knowledge filled my mind.
Thru’ jungle, swamp & forest rivulet,
Of bamboo, rattan, growth of every kind.
...
#stars
#sky
#faith
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
224 reads
22 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 7:38am
22nd Aug 2019 7:38am
Lost in His love (A Rap Song)
Once upon a time, I used to live,
In pain, tears and misery.
Dining and wining in sin:
Growing fatter on what kills.
I thought I was sane, like twas real,
But I was kidding: I was death's prey.
Then it came, on an innocent dawn:
Who's to come to make me his son.
Thought at first, twas a lion's den.
Then just next, he is the lion in the den.
He gave me all I could scarce think of,
Now tell me, how crazy you won't love such.
I love him from the breath of the hay:
When it heave a sigh, crafting bredth of the day. ...
In pain, tears and misery.
Dining and wining in sin:
Growing fatter on what kills.
I thought I was sane, like twas real,
But I was kidding: I was death's prey.
Then it came, on an innocent dawn:
Who's to come to make me his son.
Thought at first, twas a lion's den.
Then just next, he is the lion in the den.
He gave me all I could scarce think of,
Now tell me, how crazy you won't love such.
I love him from the breath of the hay:
When it heave a sigh, crafting bredth of the day. ...
#love
#Christian
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
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2 Comments
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