Least Read Poems About Faith
#faith
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 6:03am
14th Jul 2019 6:03am
the cult's guest speaker...
and now, without further ado, our cult’s Guest Speaker…
Honored dignitaries, acolytes, initiates and children of all ages: I thank you for your interest and for your attendance-
Tonight I will address “The virtues of lust versus the vicissitudes of love”. My time among you is as limited as my thesis is deep. I have been admonished to radically truncate my talk; accordingly I will dispense with the slide, chart, recording, film, kinescope, magic lantern, pantomime, interpretive dance and puppetry elements of my presentation.
(Ahem.)
Excuse me,...
Honored dignitaries, acolytes, initiates and children of all ages: I thank you for your interest and for your attendance-
Tonight I will address “The virtues of lust versus the vicissitudes of love”. My time among you is as limited as my thesis is deep. I have been admonished to radically truncate my talk; accordingly I will dispense with the slide, chart, recording, film, kinescope, magic lantern, pantomime, interpretive dance and puppetry elements of my presentation.
(Ahem.)
Excuse me,...
#faith
#apocalypse
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midevil
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 5:02pm
14th Jul 2019 5:02pm
Guardian Angel
Someone watches over me.
So within I love thee.
While together and everywhwere.
All my life is ours to share.
So within I love thee.
While together and everywhwere.
All my life is ours to share.
#faith
#spiritual
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cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 7:03am
7th Jul 2019 7:03am
another thousand climbs
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
i may have tripped a thousand times,
like eency weency spider,
but i still have some rhymes
(either or either).*
i shall not whine,
though the stir,
at times,
blurs
my chimes,
when occur
life’s bitter wines.
for i am wiser
and still i have some time,
like eency weency spider,
to try another thousand climbs.
© Copyright 2019 July 4
*either (long E) or either (long I)
i may have tripped a thousand times,
like eency weency spider,
but i still have some rhymes
(either or either).*
i shall not whine,
though the stir,
at times,
blurs
my chimes,
when occur
life’s bitter wines.
for i am wiser
and still i have some time,
like eency weency spider,
to try another thousand climbs.
© Copyright 2019 July 4
*either (long E) or either (long I)
#strength
#courage
#faith #determination
#faith #determination
20 reads
9 Comments
WiccanGoddess15
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 2:20am
21st Jun 2019 2:20am
Amazing Grace
The song, "Amazing Grace," is so true, without God's grace where would I be
Lost not found, blind not seeing God's love for me,
How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me,
I never understood that, how does grace have a sound
But it does, every time God says I forgive you my child,
and it's because of God's grace that I am saved
I once was lost but now I am found, was blind but now I see
I was a lost sheep wondering in the wilderness all alone until I let God find me
I was blind to God's love, mercy, and grace, but now I can see so,
I say,...
Lost not found, blind not seeing God's love for me,
How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me,
I never understood that, how does grace have a sound
But it does, every time God says I forgive you my child,
and it's because of God's grace that I am saved
I once was lost but now I am found, was blind but now I see
I was a lost sheep wondering in the wilderness all alone until I let God find me
I was blind to God's love, mercy, and grace, but now I can see so,
I say,...
#faith
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slipalong
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 9:43pm
8th Jul 2019 9:43pm
Picture at an exibition
The Nunnery" it was a an impressive piece between the royal kings and queens
Portraits full of flattery, ermin robed, but all these held no stories
The artist like the poet uses metaphores
A life of devotion and hidden prayer, the natal unit the children abandoned at the door the sting like nettles in the foreground woven in the form of hearts.
To lead a pious life of formic acid so contrite
Christ on the cross looks down his skin brown like nicotine, benevolence a tan of sweetness but his halo's neon shine is dull and dim
Reflected in the pools the devils...
Portraits full of flattery, ermin robed, but all these held no stories
The artist like the poet uses metaphores
A life of devotion and hidden prayer, the natal unit the children abandoned at the door the sting like nettles in the foreground woven in the form of hearts.
To lead a pious life of formic acid so contrite
Christ on the cross looks down his skin brown like nicotine, benevolence a tan of sweetness but his halo's neon shine is dull and dim
Reflected in the pools the devils...
#faith
#art
22 reads
2 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 8:20am
21st Jun 2019 8:20am
Strokes II (A Rap Song)
Attention here may I have with you one word,
I want to talk to you about one who's called God.
You see all the natural elements, of whichone is rock,
The land, the sea, all in this crafted world.
The passing day, succeeding dawns,
The sky stretched abroad like silken lawn,
Hocus-Pocus of the dusk piercing like thorn,
All were the graceful craft of his word's world.
Tears of the poor, wail of the tried,
Plight of the good, to hardship tied.
Trials of each day,in which we all hide,
For which good many of us had cried.
Pull...
I want to talk to you about one who's called God.
You see all the natural elements, of whichone is rock,
The land, the sea, all in this crafted world.
The passing day, succeeding dawns,
The sky stretched abroad like silken lawn,
Hocus-Pocus of the dusk piercing like thorn,
All were the graceful craft of his word's world.
Tears of the poor, wail of the tried,
Plight of the good, to hardship tied.
Trials of each day,in which we all hide,
For which good many of us had cried.
Pull...
#faith
#TruthOfLife
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
30th Jun 2019 5:48pm
30th Jun 2019 5:48pm
Octet... But, don't take it to court...
I
believe,
is a weak
disputation
yet belief wants no
proving, it won't work... the
ob-vi-ous fu-ti-li-ty
yields naught but wasted energy.
believe,
is a weak
disputation
yet belief wants no
proving, it won't work... the
ob-vi-ous fu-ti-li-ty
yields naught but wasted energy.
#technology
#faith
#tradition
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Stoney223
melvin scott
melvin scott
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 11:51am
10th Jul 2019 11:51am
KEEP GOING ON
When things seems like they are holding you down from achieving your dreams you got to keep moving on for in the end when all is said and done the most highest spiritual soul has the last word not man, for when things seems to be coming at you all at once I know at times it feels as though the most highest spiritual soul doesn't hear your cries nor does he understand what you are going through as you go through the storm.
...
...
#faith
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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prestonGibson
NomadsPath
NomadsPath
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 3:30am
12th Jul 2019 3:30am
The Overlook
Pray tell
How many limbs must one sever
to be lighter than a feather;
how many roots must be gut
to lengthen a reach;
how clean
and cut
and bleached
must one become
before returning home
...
Should there be anything left
of either
How many limbs must one sever
to be lighter than a feather;
how many roots must be gut
to lengthen a reach;
how clean
and cut
and bleached
must one become
before returning home
...
Should there be anything left
of either
#religion
#faith
#acceptance
29 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 3:37am
5th Jul 2019 3:37am
another thousand climbs [visual version]
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
i may have tripped a thousand times,
like eency weency spider,
but i still have some rhymes
(either or either).*
i shall not whine,
though the stir,
at times,
blurs
my chimes,
when occur
life’s bitter wines.
for i am wiser
and still i have some time,
like eency weency spider,
to try another thousand climbs.
© Copyright 2019 July 4
*either (long E) or either (long I)
i may have tripped a thousand times,
like eency weency spider,
but i still have some rhymes
(either or either).*
i shall not whine,
though the stir,
at times,
blurs
my chimes,
when occur
life’s bitter wines.
for i am wiser
and still i have some time,
like eency weency spider,
to try another thousand climbs.
© Copyright 2019 July 4
*either (long E) or either (long I)
#strength
#courage
#faith #determination
#faith #determination
31 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
Bodhiharma Came From The West Playing a Deck of Fifty-one (51)
dis-A-sociation for the
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
#love
#hate
#grief
#Buddhist
#faith
31 reads
2 Comments
Adzy
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 7:43pm
16th Jun 2019 7:43pm
God is real, but he's lazy
I had an interview with God, I said I thought he was a fraud.
Then he sent me back to Earth, and he cursed me for my birth.
So I went to see Satan, he was standing there waiting and his skin was all fiery and red.
I looked in his eyes and asked 'God's just all lies?'
He nodded and in a loud voice he said....
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Who would have faith in a God such as this?
So I went back to Earth...
Then he sent me back to Earth, and he cursed me for my birth.
So I went to see Satan, he was standing there waiting and his skin was all fiery and red.
I looked in his eyes and asked 'God's just all lies?'
He nodded and in a loud voice he said....
God is real but he's lazy, he's so fucking crazy!
All the prayer he don't care, he just sits there in bliss.
Even when people die, he just dont bat an eye,
Who would have faith in a God such as this?
So I went back to Earth...
#dark
#atheism
#religion
#faith
#metaphor
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