Poems About Faith Seeking Friendly Advice
#faith
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 5:40pm
14th Apr 2024 5:40pm
Sunday
We praise you, O God,
our redeemer, creator…”
Almost time to get tidied up
presentable
for the parade of washed and scrubbed souls
lined up in our chairs in the chemo ward
waiting for that weekly infusion of faith
“Not what my hands have done
can save my guilty soul…”
I do want to look like I have my shit together,
at least enough for basic hygiene
forget that an hour before, I was stinking and greasy.
I’ll stand up there and sing
and they’ll imagine me “mature in faith”, ...
our redeemer, creator…”
Almost time to get tidied up
presentable
for the parade of washed and scrubbed souls
lined up in our chairs in the chemo ward
waiting for that weekly infusion of faith
“Not what my hands have done
can save my guilty soul…”
I do want to look like I have my shit together,
at least enough for basic hygiene
forget that an hour before, I was stinking and greasy.
I’ll stand up there and sing
and they’ll imagine me “mature in faith”, ...
#religion
#faith
#music #NaPoWriMo2024
#music #NaPoWriMo2024
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 12:05pm
12th Apr 2024 12:05pm
the taste of forever
The taste of forever
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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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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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 2:05am
3rd Apr 2024 2:05am
Gifts
God's gift to man
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
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4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 1:04pm
2nd Apr 2024 1:04pm
Love > Fear
And what, please tell me, is actually important?
A tangible task would make me
much
more
comfortable.
Is it
to know the names of the birds on my morning walk,
notice the springing up of crocuses
(purple hope in a season of mud)
and to rejoice in the sunrise on my face?
After all,
I am an insignificant speck –
surely this is all that can be expected of me
as I drift, unattached,
through my brief moment in the universe.
live, laugh, love….
Or is it
to...
A tangible task would make me
much
more
comfortable.
Is it
to know the names of the birds on my morning walk,
notice the springing up of crocuses
(purple hope in a season of mud)
and to rejoice in the sunrise on my face?
After all,
I am an insignificant speck –
surely this is all that can be expected of me
as I drift, unattached,
through my brief moment in the universe.
live, laugh, love….
Or is it
to...
#love
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2024
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 9:32pm
9th Mar 2024 9:32pm
The Space Between
The loudest preacher in the world
can barely be heard
over the simple silence
of a heart believing in the divine
We either believe or we don't
and I understand
there is power in hope
and anger at an unjust world
But to condemn is a sin
not against God but against man
and that makes me mad
that we feel hate
when someone takes a stand
For me, I do not need to believe
I found something real
a love that heals
and spark of the divine
in the space between our lives
can barely be heard
over the simple silence
of a heart believing in the divine
We either believe or we don't
and I understand
there is power in hope
and anger at an unjust world
But to condemn is a sin
not against God but against man
and that makes me mad
that we feel hate
when someone takes a stand
For me, I do not need to believe
I found something real
a love that heals
and spark of the divine
in the space between our lives
#love
#hope
#faith
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Namyh
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 10:54pm
21st Feb 2024 10:54pm
God’s Fingerprint
God’s Fingerprint
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
#religion
#God
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
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Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 1:15am
15th Feb 2024 1:15am
DEAR LORD
Dear Lord
Am just a toddler, Bambino
Learning to pray bear with me.
This is Sunday evening,
Empty is the room so is my heart.
Outside i hear the rain pelting, what a blessing.
Inside i see my tears pouring,
I want to tell you something;
Life without you is bitter,
Just like the taste of tears on my tongue.
I cannot forgive myself for putting you second
Yet you gave a son, your first to die for me.
The people I trusted changed with the change of seasons. They gave me love but ended up taking it back.
I called your name when...
Am just a toddler, Bambino
Learning to pray bear with me.
This is Sunday evening,
Empty is the room so is my heart.
Outside i hear the rain pelting, what a blessing.
Inside i see my tears pouring,
I want to tell you something;
Life without you is bitter,
Just like the taste of tears on my tongue.
I cannot forgive myself for putting you second
Yet you gave a son, your first to die for me.
The people I trusted changed with the change of seasons. They gave me love but ended up taking it back.
I called your name when...
#faith
#prayer
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 6:55pm
7th Feb 2024 6:55pm
It’s On
I’ve sat here for hours now.
Riding a rollercoaster of ups
and downs, clips of a life on loop
playing some sad docudrama.
In the amusement park called
Bourbon Wonderland I twirl through
the funhouse filled with regrets
and broken promises.
They called me a hero, right.
A heroin addict that took many
more lives than I saved.
For fuck’s sake stop saying you
know how I feel! No one does.
Sure I have bad days.
I almost prefer them because
it keeps it real, pain is better than
nothing.
...
Riding a rollercoaster of ups
and downs, clips of a life on loop
playing some sad docudrama.
In the amusement park called
Bourbon Wonderland I twirl through
the funhouse filled with regrets
and broken promises.
They called me a hero, right.
A heroin addict that took many
more lives than I saved.
For fuck’s sake stop saying you
know how I feel! No one does.
Sure I have bad days.
I almost prefer them because
it keeps it real, pain is better than
nothing.
...
#faith
#LifeChangingMoment
#success
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 7:43pm
25th Jan 2024 7:43pm
Harvesting Ashes of Life
A deeper sound of sunset falling
listening to the ashes harvesting
riding the waves of brooms
as dark brings to light
what long ago a dream
entangled in sleep's seance
the loss of innocent straws
of melancholia's butterflies
unbidden by the fears
of twilight's flocking flame
listening to the ashes harvesting
riding the waves of brooms
listening to the ashes harvesting
riding the waves of brooms
as dark brings to light
what long ago a dream
entangled in sleep's seance
the loss of innocent straws
of melancholia's butterflies
unbidden by the fears
of twilight's flocking flame
listening to the ashes harvesting
riding the waves of brooms
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
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PleasingDragon
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2024 2:56pm
22nd Jan 2024 2:56pm
In God We Trust
In God we trust,
With full faith,
We look up
And into the depths we wade.
For we seek,
And we strive,
Yet never lose hope,
Until our last breath arrives.
Someone watches over,
In silent vigil,
His purpose veiled,
Yet its significance, integral.
With full faith,
We look up
And into the depths we wade.
For we seek,
And we strive,
Yet never lose hope,
Until our last breath arrives.
Someone watches over,
In silent vigil,
His purpose veiled,
Yet its significance, integral.
#God
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
#prayer
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AltairEndian
Poem Published
19th Jan 2024 9:08pm
19th Jan 2024 9:08pm
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
That there is any need for the bible
For the countless books written about the bible
For the countless hours of preachers trying to explain its message
What is there to explain?
Is it not clear enough?
“Love your neighbor as yourself”
If you do acts of kindness and love
Then you do the work of god
I am not saying it is easy
But why does it need to be explained?
But why is this commandment not enough?
Why is a preacher, or the pope, or any “holy” man or woman ...
That there is any need for the bible
For the countless books written about the bible
For the countless hours of preachers trying to explain its message
What is there to explain?
Is it not clear enough?
“Love your neighbor as yourself”
If you do acts of kindness and love
Then you do the work of god
I am not saying it is easy
But why does it need to be explained?
But why is this commandment not enough?
Why is a preacher, or the pope, or any “holy” man or woman ...
#faith
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