Poems About Faith Seeking Honest Critique
#faith
the sky's the limit
I am boy, when a childhood memory's recalled
I am wise old man, when a tale has been told
When a crying new hungry mouth, is being born
A vagrant with ragged tatters, when lonely forlorn
There is too much loss, but to a gleam still i hold
Never let go, learned to be optimistic and bold
Even if a wisp, prone to be broken and spoiled
I've learned from the books and what nature has told
I did not spend half of my life between school...
I am wise old man, when a tale has been told
When a crying new hungry mouth, is being born
A vagrant with ragged tatters, when lonely forlorn
There is too much loss, but to a gleam still i hold
Never let go, learned to be optimistic and bold
Even if a wisp, prone to be broken and spoiled
I've learned from the books and what nature has told
I did not spend half of my life between school...
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#morality
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When The Word Is Heard
Where the baa is heard
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream
When the rain is mist
And the eye is moon
And the river is twist
Where the dove does croon
When the sheep and bird
Voice nature's chord
Chiming with the breeze
Wafting from the trees
It's here where pain is relief
Nothing from town to grieve
It's the mountain call
When you're about to fall
Just take only your soul
And wing your fly and stroll
Among the mead and...
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream
When the rain is mist
And the eye is moon
And the river is twist
Where the dove does croon
When the sheep and bird
Voice nature's chord
Chiming with the breeze
Wafting from the trees
It's here where pain is relief
Nothing from town to grieve
It's the mountain call
When you're about to fall
Just take only your soul
And wing your fly and stroll
Among the mead and...
#faith
#rebirth
#magic
#philosophical
#tradition
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fog
I walked into the fog of a spell
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#magic
#curse
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My God me and my sister.
My mother- Ma kali
Anando mayee Ma.
Ma Durga.
Anando mayee Ma.
Ma Durga.
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
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Rustic Delight
Rustic Relish
Twitters come from the shady tree
Where birdies have just nestled
And the tree gently shakes its foliage
As the soft breath of wind is whispered
Down by the foot of the Eucalyptus tree
Poppies, daisies and a swarm of bees
Even a grasshopper, a tune of wheeze
Floating among the wheat fields
Yet to grow mellow, and yield seeds
In May, crops are godsend
Even when it hasen't rained
A bliss from heaven is sent
And over the green hilltop, a tree
A vanguard of the pine forest ...
Twitters come from the shady tree
Where birdies have just nestled
And the tree gently shakes its foliage
As the soft breath of wind is whispered
Down by the foot of the Eucalyptus tree
Poppies, daisies and a swarm of bees
Even a grasshopper, a tune of wheeze
Floating among the wheat fields
Yet to grow mellow, and yield seeds
In May, crops are godsend
Even when it hasen't rained
A bliss from heaven is sent
And over the green hilltop, a tree
A vanguard of the pine forest ...
#faith
#redemption
#philosophical
#morality
#curse
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Always Pray
Each night before I sleep..I pray..
I've no idea the words I'll say..
I know I'm safe in bed..in the dark..
Because God's love is alive in my heart..
In the morning when I wake..
I know from God it's no mistake..
I thank him for another day..
And to him each day I pray..
I've no idea the words I'll say..
I know I'm safe in bed..in the dark..
Because God's love is alive in my heart..
In the morning when I wake..
I know from God it's no mistake..
I thank him for another day..
And to him each day I pray..
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
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Sacred and Profane
The most sacred thing on this earth is the Human Being,
standing on creation's top, as a brain it outwits any another
living creation,However, its humanity and his brain are put to test
once he behaves less human,less brainy,even less logical..
with acts of barbarism and holocaust or hecatomb massacres,
then we don't blame the jungle to house tigers and bears,and the desert to nestle snakes and scorpions.............
Life in the wild is raw and is God's will to move so,,to take a predestined course,
then we accept a prey to be torn...
standing on creation's top, as a brain it outwits any another
living creation,However, its humanity and his brain are put to test
once he behaves less human,less brainy,even less logical..
with acts of barbarism and holocaust or hecatomb massacres,
then we don't blame the jungle to house tigers and bears,and the desert to nestle snakes and scorpions.............
Life in the wild is raw and is God's will to move so,,to take a predestined course,
then we accept a prey to be torn...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual #morality
#spiritual #morality
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FLOATERS
Dragonflies
Lightly they alight.The Smart winged ballerinas
A floating atmosphere.Translucid, dreamy Faery Flies
"I admire the lightness and the classy style
When, in heaven s' hush, they glide over the water way"
...
Lightly they alight.The Smart winged ballerinas
A floating atmosphere.Translucid, dreamy Faery Flies
"I admire the lightness and the classy style
When, in heaven s' hush, they glide over the water way"
...
#faith
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#magic
#philosophical
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Nature, Wild and Wise
Glory to the tree, splendor of the mountain....
Energy of the wind and of the sea
Solid is the rock on the mountain's top
Fluent, the waters when they stream like poetry....
carrying all the human cares, sins and pains ashore...
Nature is worth the words shed on her land
full of warmth that breaths humanity and spirituality
Patience rhymes with obedience, with kindness....
Lore comes to you when you go outdoors, feel the flora, probe the distant expansion of earth, not inside a mundane Agora, when they fake the truth..
Unearth the...
Energy of the wind and of the sea
Solid is the rock on the mountain's top
Fluent, the waters when they stream like poetry....
carrying all the human cares, sins and pains ashore...
Nature is worth the words shed on her land
full of warmth that breaths humanity and spirituality
Patience rhymes with obedience, with kindness....
Lore comes to you when you go outdoors, feel the flora, probe the distant expansion of earth, not inside a mundane Agora, when they fake the truth..
Unearth the...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#morality
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From The Pastures
for the small vocabulary, i've gathered
and for all the weary life i've lived
for all the romantic dreams i have weaved
still is my brain in poetic maze bewildered
too many roads with curves and turns to take
too many destinations to reach with fateful stake
sonnets and Ghazal and barbed wired words
one shepherd could never drive so many herds
so for my feeble glossary, nature will mend
every element will simply give its own word
when natures Splendor illuminates the heart
then God's...
and for all the weary life i've lived
for all the romantic dreams i have weaved
still is my brain in poetic maze bewildered
too many roads with curves and turns to take
too many destinations to reach with fateful stake
sonnets and Ghazal and barbed wired words
one shepherd could never drive so many herds
so for my feeble glossary, nature will mend
every element will simply give its own word
when natures Splendor illuminates the heart
then God's...
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#morality
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Guilty Bystander
Have I lost my destination for the wrong race?
Whether purposed of true destiny or a twisted work of fate
Whether the chosen or the choosing
Who’s the denier, who’s the rejected
I began in confidence but along the way I defected
Working my way towards living when today finances the empty promise of tomorrow
Trying to budget for my blessings against the weight of underlying sorrow
For loss and all I’ve yet to gain
For debts and the gravity of all of my self instigated pain
Can I stop and write the roses?
When I’m a...
Whether purposed of true destiny or a twisted work of fate
Whether the chosen or the choosing
Who’s the denier, who’s the rejected
I began in confidence but along the way I defected
Working my way towards living when today finances the empty promise of tomorrow
Trying to budget for my blessings against the weight of underlying sorrow
For loss and all I’ve yet to gain
For debts and the gravity of all of my self instigated pain
Can I stop and write the roses?
When I’m a...
#regret
#LifeStruggles
#faith
#addiction
#job
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Arcadia
Overlooking the tiny town that lies below
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
#utopia
#faith
#morality
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DU Poetry : Poems About Faith Seeking Honest Critique