Least Read Poems About Faith
#faith
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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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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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
19 reads
Yojimbo
Huntrocity
Huntrocity
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 9:36am
16th Sep 2019 9:36am
Poetry
Words can be crafted into a theme or thought.
Why are we a here? To teach or be taught?
No. It is something that is within.
The hardest part is to know where to begin.
If you are ever down, out, and maybe unclear.
Underground Poetry is always here.
To all that connects us and shows us of all that is true.
Just know that Poetry, and what it means, always starts with YOU.
Why are we a here? To teach or be taught?
No. It is something that is within.
The hardest part is to know where to begin.
If you are ever down, out, and maybe unclear.
Underground Poetry is always here.
To all that connects us and shows us of all that is true.
Just know that Poetry, and what it means, always starts with YOU.
#universe
#faith
#rhyming
#art
#culture
26 reads
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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
26 reads
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Academic
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 11:01am
3rd Sep 2019 11:01am
Brand New Thinking
By Stanley Collymore
You’re absolutely sick and so full of your own damned
shit that you can’t even see it, and to all intents and
purposes are totally oblivious of all of this. Yet
quite ridiculously you call yourself a god,
claiming just as asininely that no other
god exists and hence, de facto, you’re omnipotently
the only one and, what’s more, arrogantly insist
that everyone else thinks so too, since it’s an
absolute given. Don’t make me laugh in
derision you pathetic jerk who hasn’t
a bloody clue, nor for that matter ...
You’re absolutely sick and so full of your own damned
shit that you can’t even see it, and to all intents and
purposes are totally oblivious of all of this. Yet
quite ridiculously you call yourself a god,
claiming just as asininely that no other
god exists and hence, de facto, you’re omnipotently
the only one and, what’s more, arrogantly insist
that everyone else thinks so too, since it’s an
absolute given. Don’t make me laugh in
derision you pathetic jerk who hasn’t
a bloody clue, nor for that matter ...
#faith
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 10:11am
16th Jul 2019 10:11am
Thorns
Love, hope and faith can change the world for us all.
One life can change two lives from the moment the baby is born.
In a land full of fear where every path is covered in thorns,
Why not wish for a way,
To remove the pain,
That remains inside your foot?
A way to walk through that door,
Which leads us past all of the thorns.
If we can find our way,
Then why not try, to at least try,
To walk through that door?
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
One life can change two lives from the moment the baby is born.
In a land full of fear where every path is covered in thorns,
Why not wish for a way,
To remove the pain,
That remains inside your foot?
A way to walk through that door,
Which leads us past all of the thorns.
If we can find our way,
Then why not try, to at least try,
To walk through that door?
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#anxiety
#love
#hope
#family
#faith
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 8:51pm
5th Aug 2019 8:51pm
WHAT IS IT ?
WHAT IS IT ?
Joy is what you seek in life.
It's imagined you can find
in success or through a job
that can fill your money bag.
Safes and pockets are filled with
what is called some untold wealth.
Glorious terms are poured on you,
but your goal is out of view.
Inner voice is heard aloud,
"There is something more profoud.
You can't touch with hand but feel
it's endowed to make you grand.
"Once you get it, you feel life's
cheerful with no death to spoil.
You love all, creatures and beings. ...
Joy is what you seek in life.
It's imagined you can find
in success or through a job
that can fill your money bag.
Safes and pockets are filled with
what is called some untold wealth.
Glorious terms are poured on you,
but your goal is out of view.
Inner voice is heard aloud,
"There is something more profoud.
You can't touch with hand but feel
it's endowed to make you grand.
"Once you get it, you feel life's
cheerful with no death to spoil.
You love all, creatures and beings. ...
#faith
30 reads
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Jiminex
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 2:06am
16th Sep 2019 2:06am
Awoke from a dream
You where amongst the celestial world
Hair was pure gold skin was pearl
Your eyes dark sapphire jade swirl
Silver gold trim wings from your back unfurl
You lead me through the stars
As we went i noticed vanishing of scars
You treated me as family though worlds apart
You showed the dreams hid in my heart
You spoke of her and said shes at peace
In the throne room of your king she saves our seats
How she talks of our love dancing in golden streets
You said this is what happens when two hearts meets
Then you asked why i...
Hair was pure gold skin was pearl
Your eyes dark sapphire jade swirl
Silver gold trim wings from your back unfurl
You lead me through the stars
As we went i noticed vanishing of scars
You treated me as family though worlds apart
You showed the dreams hid in my heart
You spoke of her and said shes at peace
In the throne room of your king she saves our seats
How she talks of our love dancing in golden streets
You said this is what happens when two hearts meets
Then you asked why i...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
#redemption
#morality
30 reads
5 Comments
Arthwaworder
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 1:12pm
30th Jul 2019 1:12pm
Funeral dancers
The speaker finished with final words,
"And the Father's anger was satisfied".
And at the drop of the microphone
there was the clapping of the hands
the cheering from the mouths
and all started singing and dancing.
There somewhere amongst the multi-rows of seats
rested my bossom awaiting on the rest of the speech
which was usual act from me with no idea why
since usually all that followed was jesuits fever.
And in my blood and bone kicked discomfort
like a sheep turning to a party to be the festival meat.
I gathered my...
"And the Father's anger was satisfied".
And at the drop of the microphone
there was the clapping of the hands
the cheering from the mouths
and all started singing and dancing.
There somewhere amongst the multi-rows of seats
rested my bossom awaiting on the rest of the speech
which was usual act from me with no idea why
since usually all that followed was jesuits fever.
And in my blood and bone kicked discomfort
like a sheep turning to a party to be the festival meat.
I gathered my...
#faith
#rebirth
#redemption
#sacrifice
#curse
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
10th Aug 2019 1:52pm
10th Aug 2019 1:52pm
Alone
The sound of his voice
echoes in my subconscious.
In deep meditation I
Descend to the depths of silence and
Ascend into light.
I am alone but not lonely,
Because even in my solitude...
I am truly - never - alone - for
The Father,
Son and
Spirit
Are in attendance and,
Are always
With me...
Always!
echoes in my subconscious.
In deep meditation I
Descend to the depths of silence and
Ascend into light.
I am alone but not lonely,
Because even in my solitude...
I am truly - never - alone - for
The Father,
Son and
Spirit
Are in attendance and,
Are always
With me...
Always!
#loneliness
#hope
#inspirational
#Christian
#faith
34 reads
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 11:27am
23rd Aug 2019 11:27am
Correct Me If I'm Right
blessed are the peacemakers
we make war to get us there
I got lost in the fight
honor for the cause of our dreams
in love with our freedom
bondages of the new censorship
instigators of the same violence
you write your own struggle
and pretend to solve it
shut me up
till your words are all you hear
legislators of silence
to accommodate
do not disturb the false peace
disarm the republic
to forward the progress of moral decay
what you call love is the governance of impulse
what you call hate is your distaste for...
we make war to get us there
I got lost in the fight
honor for the cause of our dreams
in love with our freedom
bondages of the new censorship
instigators of the same violence
you write your own struggle
and pretend to solve it
shut me up
till your words are all you hear
legislators of silence
to accommodate
do not disturb the false peace
disarm the republic
to forward the progress of moral decay
what you call love is the governance of impulse
what you call hate is your distaste for...
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#redemption
#philosophical
#morality
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