Least Read Poems About Faith
#faith
Graceful
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 9:33pm
28th Oct 2019 9:33pm
Love Surreal
She shattered all i had in her
Another Man's arm was found
Yet I love her
Moans in passions throes I heard
All my love turned to naught
Still I love her
With eyes heavy for another
She said I mean nothing to her
Yet like a fool I love her
Family and friends advice
Let her go and get another
But daily
Her love grows within
Alas to my arms she comes crashing
When all she trusted left her
Drained and empty
Yet I love her
Nurturing and ministering to her
Wounds like battle...
Another Man's arm was found
Yet I love her
Moans in passions throes I heard
All my love turned to naught
Still I love her
With eyes heavy for another
She said I mean nothing to her
Yet like a fool I love her
Family and friends advice
Let her go and get another
But daily
Her love grows within
Alas to my arms she comes crashing
When all she trusted left her
Drained and empty
Yet I love her
Nurturing and ministering to her
Wounds like battle...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
#redemption
#sacrifice
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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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spacemod69
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 5:31pm
28th Oct 2019 5:31pm
Heavenly Journey
Where do I go to
I know not where
A voice up ahead saying
"Follow me hither"
An angelic lady
In a soft, soothing tone
Leads me down a path
Leaving my body there, alone
A path that winds slowly
Through countryside hills
With the smell of jacaranda
And sweet daffodils
Where rabbits and deer
Run aimlessly free
Escorting us onward
My angel and me
Big gates of gold
Are seen up ahead
Entry to a new place
Proof my Earth life was dead
My angel smiled at me and said
"Walk on through"
"Yes,...
I know not where
A voice up ahead saying
"Follow me hither"
An angelic lady
In a soft, soothing tone
Leads me down a path
Leaving my body there, alone
A path that winds slowly
Through countryside hills
With the smell of jacaranda
And sweet daffodils
Where rabbits and deer
Run aimlessly free
Escorting us onward
My angel and me
Big gates of gold
Are seen up ahead
Entry to a new place
Proof my Earth life was dead
My angel smiled at me and said
"Walk on through"
"Yes,...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
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Ogbonna
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 10:41am
6th Sep 2019 10:41am
Jesus Christ my Saviour
My Lord the good shepherd and fortress of hope.
I gladly rest within thy Calvary's scope.
Where ills, death, torment are never endemic
in a world where strife is largely systemic.
Satan's forces can never with thee contend.
As they tirelessly try my soul to rend.
For in thy hands Lord I deliver my all,
let not the enemy gloat over my fall.
Hide me Lord from the ravenous devil's snare.
Through stalking passions he tries to draw me near
to hell's dreary coast of unquenchable fire.
Keep me from the deceit of this age old liar. ...
I gladly rest within thy Calvary's scope.
Where ills, death, torment are never endemic
in a world where strife is largely systemic.
Satan's forces can never with thee contend.
As they tirelessly try my soul to rend.
For in thy hands Lord I deliver my all,
let not the enemy gloat over my fall.
Hide me Lord from the ravenous devil's snare.
Through stalking passions he tries to draw me near
to hell's dreary coast of unquenchable fire.
Keep me from the deceit of this age old liar. ...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
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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
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 4:51am
28th Oct 2019 4:51am
Creamy Cream Pie from Some Other Plane of EXistence
Shut it up Shut it up Shut it up Shut it up
Shut it out Shut it out Shut it out
shut it over Shut it over
Graces like these don't come from nowhere(s)
Gifts like this don't grow on trees, or in three(s)
But only G'odd can make "it" be a tree, (can't ye see?)
Shut it up Shut it up Shut it up Shut it up .
Looky there! Looky yonder! Now y'can see like
y'never could see before. Balloons from heaven EveryWhere.
Jellybeans jumping outta Nancy's twat & right into Ronnie's mouth!
Shut it out Shut it out Shut it out ...
Shut it out Shut it out Shut it out
shut it over Shut it over
Graces like these don't come from nowhere(s)
Gifts like this don't grow on trees, or in three(s)
But only G'odd can make "it" be a tree, (can't ye see?)
Shut it up Shut it up Shut it up Shut it up .
Looky there! Looky yonder! Now y'can see like
y'never could see before. Balloons from heaven EveryWhere.
Jellybeans jumping outta Nancy's twat & right into Ronnie's mouth!
Shut it out Shut it out Shut it out ...
#jealousy
#kindness
#water
#faith
#food
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Academic
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 11:03am
3rd Sep 2019 11:03am
En helt ny tenking
Av Stanley Collymore
Du er helt syk og så full av din egen forbannede drit
at du ikke en gang kan se det, og i det hele tatt
formålene er helt glemme av alt dette. Ennå
ganske latterlig kaller du deg selv en
gud, hevder like suverent at ingen
andre gud eksisterer, og følgelig, du er allmektig
den eneste, og dessuten insisterer arrogant at
alle andre tror det også, siden det er et
absolutt gitt. Ikke få meg til å le
hån din patetiske dust som
ikke har det en blodig
ledetråd, og heller
ikke for den saks skyld gjør ...
Du er helt syk og så full av din egen forbannede drit
at du ikke en gang kan se det, og i det hele tatt
formålene er helt glemme av alt dette. Ennå
ganske latterlig kaller du deg selv en
gud, hevder like suverent at ingen
andre gud eksisterer, og følgelig, du er allmektig
den eneste, og dessuten insisterer arrogant at
alle andre tror det også, siden det er et
absolutt gitt. Ikke få meg til å le
hån din patetiske dust som
ikke har det en blodig
ledetråd, og heller
ikke for den saks skyld gjør ...
#faith
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 6:04am
10th Nov 2019 6:04am
One Day
One day
One day I’ll be making lots of money (one day)
One day I’ll be free to see the world (one day)
One day I’ll be living somewhere sunny (one day)
One day I can keep the sweetest girl
(One day)
One day I’ll be moving out my dads place
Wouldn’t have see the disappointment on my dads face
Soon enough I’ll have the funds to set up my own studio
Soon enough I’ll have the funds to buy up lots of ad space
It’s a rat race, and still I’m in the stable
Looking for a way to put dinner on the table
Trying not think it’s evil...
One day I’ll be making lots of money (one day)
One day I’ll be free to see the world (one day)
One day I’ll be living somewhere sunny (one day)
One day I can keep the sweetest girl
(One day)
One day I’ll be moving out my dads place
Wouldn’t have see the disappointment on my dads face
Soon enough I’ll have the funds to set up my own studio
Soon enough I’ll have the funds to buy up lots of ad space
It’s a rat race, and still I’m in the stable
Looking for a way to put dinner on the table
Trying not think it’s evil...
#hope
#faith
#gratitude
#freedom
#responsibility
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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
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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
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 1:05pm
13th Oct 2019 1:05pm
Solitary f**k
We lost faith
Been waiting for a saviour ain’t a clue how much longer we can wait
We lost hope
Been digging for our gold ain’t a clue how much deeper we can go
We lost love
Been looking for a drug that can give us something similar to trust
We lost soul
Been walking on our own for a long time it’s really getting old
Where’s our light?
Every single interaction is an accidental insult from a fight
Where’s our freedom?
Every single action taken needs a compensation in the form of reason
Where’s our peace?
Every single day...
Been waiting for a saviour ain’t a clue how much longer we can wait
We lost hope
Been digging for our gold ain’t a clue how much deeper we can go
We lost love
Been looking for a drug that can give us something similar to trust
We lost soul
Been walking on our own for a long time it’s really getting old
Where’s our light?
Every single interaction is an accidental insult from a fight
Where’s our freedom?
Every single action taken needs a compensation in the form of reason
Where’s our peace?
Every single day...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#frustration
#despair
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spdred
spidey
spidey
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 5:35pm
7th Sep 2019 5:35pm
Prophecies: The Hanged Man
O Seer, in hands upturned now read:
that naught is thine, yet all for thee.
Which to the lock in thy chest is key--
of cards, the Twelve or Thirty Three?
What rest suspends thy grievance, Seer,
in branch and needle of these trees
shall be as much a scourge to thee
as capture to the starving free.
Count not thy sorrows, nor thy days,
let not thy heart the storm gale sway.
Unto thine Oathéd look, and pray;
thou shalt not fall. Nay, not this way.
that naught is thine, yet all for thee.
Which to the lock in thy chest is key--
of cards, the Twelve or Thirty Three?
What rest suspends thy grievance, Seer,
in branch and needle of these trees
shall be as much a scourge to thee
as capture to the starving free.
Count not thy sorrows, nor thy days,
let not thy heart the storm gale sway.
Unto thine Oathéd look, and pray;
thou shalt not fall. Nay, not this way.
#dreams
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#sacrifice
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