Long Poems About Faith
#faith
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 4:33pm
20th Jul 2024 4:33pm
YOUR SPIRIT IS OF YOU
What is your spiritual existence, as you ponder with your thoughts and insight, into the deepness of your own spiritual soul. 🤔 For it is necessary to be able to understand, that deep within each and everyone of us, there is a deeper side of us who quietly. Sits within the very shadows of time ⌚waiting patiently, yet never to be seen or exposed by the outside world. 🌍 But yet it knows what you are going through in good times and bad times, for it is a mere reflection of you in so many ways of life. 🙏 For it is your kindred deep feelings as well as your energy,...
#faith
#morality
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 7:36am
19th Jun 2024 7:36am
The Fall of Empires and the Promise of Eden
- The Fall of Empires and the Promise of Eden -
I was told not too very long ago, that I am a holy person. Over the years... many people, have told me that my words are sacred, profound, and meaningful to them, and that through those words their lives could be changed. I have spent much time lately in prayer, and I have experienced many visions and a great many dreams in which God spoke unto me, and I shall use the word God to refer to such a truly transcendent and glorious principle. Elsewhere, I have referred to this as Allah, and one name is just as good as any other for...
I was told not too very long ago, that I am a holy person. Over the years... many people, have told me that my words are sacred, profound, and meaningful to them, and that through those words their lives could be changed. I have spent much time lately in prayer, and I have experienced many visions and a great many dreams in which God spoke unto me, and I shall use the word God to refer to such a truly transcendent and glorious principle. Elsewhere, I have referred to this as Allah, and one name is just as good as any other for...
#faith
#inspirational
#philosophical
#spiritual
#strength
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
27th May 2024 9:33pm
27th May 2024 9:33pm
Poverty Gospel
Cast your crowns
Throw away your stones
You can’t see the sheep for the wolves you make them out to be
The accuser shouts the loudest
Raising up self righteous insurrections of YouTube slander
Your ears itching to demonize on the premise of a conspirators will to pander
What if the devil you think you see is a projection of perspective
Delusions of your own hypocrisy causing you to march to the beat of your own directive
Everyone is spiritual and religion is defiled
But which spirit are you of when you’re an only child
Loan...
Throw away your stones
You can’t see the sheep for the wolves you make them out to be
The accuser shouts the loudest
Raising up self righteous insurrections of YouTube slander
Your ears itching to demonize on the premise of a conspirators will to pander
What if the devil you think you see is a projection of perspective
Delusions of your own hypocrisy causing you to march to the beat of your own directive
Everyone is spiritual and religion is defiled
But which spirit are you of when you’re an only child
Loan...
#corruption
#faith
#philosophical
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
1st May 2024 3:25am
1st May 2024 3:25am
Are You Listenin?
#faith
#frustration
#religion
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
147 reads
3 Comments
frankiefearless
frankieeeee
frankieeeee
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 10:49am
28th Apr 2024 10:49am
golden number seven
my mom was mentally abusive;
she built me up to be a strong, independent, black, woman,
then spent every moment she could tearing me down for being just that.
she made me fear who I am.
I ran as far away as I could, all the way to Florida; I immersed myself in college as much as possible.
I had no job, no car, and no money but I was determined to have friends and the social life I craved but was denied during childhood.
I didn't realize my parents and high school friendships had already set a pattern into place.
a pattern that set the groundwork for...
she built me up to be a strong, independent, black, woman,
then spent every moment she could tearing me down for being just that.
she made me fear who I am.
I ran as far away as I could, all the way to Florida; I immersed myself in college as much as possible.
I had no job, no car, and no money but I was determined to have friends and the social life I craved but was denied during childhood.
I didn't realize my parents and high school friendships had already set a pattern into place.
a pattern that set the groundwork for...
#faith
#love
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 5:14am
14th Apr 2024 5:14am
Double Cross
Disturb my fragile sensibility
Disrupt the expectations of my wanting
When I chase temporal things to a fault
I fall pray in my humility to the Holy Ghost haunting
Answering the warning signs with replies of faith imbued by the call
What if there is something to it
When we dismiss the claims for broken records on repeat
Discerning truth amid the chaos of another’s source of vain conceit
The word is alive and I’m dead to rights
When I live subject to something divine
Shadows cast of unseen lights
The end doesn’t answer to my...
Disrupt the expectations of my wanting
When I chase temporal things to a fault
I fall pray in my humility to the Holy Ghost haunting
Answering the warning signs with replies of faith imbued by the call
What if there is something to it
When we dismiss the claims for broken records on repeat
Discerning truth amid the chaos of another’s source of vain conceit
The word is alive and I’m dead to rights
When I live subject to something divine
Shadows cast of unseen lights
The end doesn’t answer to my...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#morality
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2 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 8:37am
13th Apr 2024 8:37am
Crusader
Speak your narrative
Following in patterns of sensationalized sign language
Make it say what you want it to
When everybody’s sky is falling
Seasons of our relative apocalyptic delusions
I won’t doubt a wonder but I’ll call it what it is
Stretch the facts into the mold of what you want to see
What speaks to you may not say a word to me
But it’s “your truth”, it’s your cypher, it’s your “prophecy”
Loose translations, contorted interpretations
Twist the words just right to harbor the impact
Looking for incidental events ...
Following in patterns of sensationalized sign language
Make it say what you want it to
When everybody’s sky is falling
Seasons of our relative apocalyptic delusions
I won’t doubt a wonder but I’ll call it what it is
Stretch the facts into the mold of what you want to see
What speaks to you may not say a word to me
But it’s “your truth”, it’s your cypher, it’s your “prophecy”
Loose translations, contorted interpretations
Twist the words just right to harbor the impact
Looking for incidental events ...
#corruption
#religion
#faith
#apocalypse
#morality
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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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10 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 6:23pm
8th Mar 2024 6:23pm
The Issue of Blood
Drawing from dormant depths
Like excavating dry bones
I rise to speak of hope
Against the boast of self inflicted stones
When the heart beats guilt
In my shames acclaim to condemn
I remember that God is greater
As I reach out in desperation for the hem
Faith pulls on the power that flows through the garments of my Savior
Affliction likened unto this issue of my blood
Addiction unspoken drowns me in the turmoil of an isolated flood
When boasts my sins in silence
I suffer the weight of my own violence
...
Like excavating dry bones
I rise to speak of hope
Against the boast of self inflicted stones
When the heart beats guilt
In my shames acclaim to condemn
I remember that God is greater
As I reach out in desperation for the hem
Faith pulls on the power that flows through the garments of my Savior
Affliction likened unto this issue of my blood
Addiction unspoken drowns me in the turmoil of an isolated flood
When boasts my sins in silence
I suffer the weight of my own violence
...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
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Johnny707
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 4:07am
3rd Mar 2024 4:07am
From ashes comes beauty
In the depths of a timeless valley, where darkness reigns and hope seems lost, I find myself entangled in a web of despair. The once vibrant light that illuminated my path has been obscured by the shadows that now surround me. Lost and alone, I wander aimlessly, with only the winter breeze as my companion.
As I struggle to find my way through this barren land, my mind is consumed by doubt and fear. Whispers of doubt and uncertainty echo in the night, haunting me with their relentless taunts. I am filled with a sense of foreboding, anxiously awaiting the inevitable moment when...
As I struggle to find my way through this barren land, my mind is consumed by doubt and fear. Whispers of doubt and uncertainty echo in the night, haunting me with their relentless taunts. I am filled with a sense of foreboding, anxiously awaiting the inevitable moment when...
#faith
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#redemption
217 reads
2 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 7:16am
9th Feb 2024 7:16am
Filthy Rags
Divided in the terms
Who is the audience or the subject
When everyone is just as innocent as they are guilty
Interrogations, who is the detective and who is the suspect
When it’s in the fine lines filed down between discernment and the will to accuse
Our assumptions more truly rendered of ourselves then the ones we abuse
Self serving on opposite ends of the spectrum of a tainted point of view
Confronting the devil you think you see in someone else that more truly resembles the devil in you
Con on the will of this philanthropy, the...
Who is the audience or the subject
When everyone is just as innocent as they are guilty
Interrogations, who is the detective and who is the suspect
When it’s in the fine lines filed down between discernment and the will to accuse
Our assumptions more truly rendered of ourselves then the ones we abuse
Self serving on opposite ends of the spectrum of a tainted point of view
Confronting the devil you think you see in someone else that more truly resembles the devil in you
Con on the will of this philanthropy, the...
#anxiety
#corruption
#religion
#faith
#manipulation
155 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 6:23pm
7th Jan 2024 6:23pm
Kneeling In Faith
Come, kneel, and pray with me, my Hebrew King
Let my thoughts guide you in a land of Illusions and dreams
As the sovereign graces on its knees
Once standing, its alliance is mightier than the roaring Seas
Trees that sway and bend in the wind just to give you the universal sacred keys
Yes, we are in the Book Of Revelations, the days of wicked thunder
We sit in our congregational seats on Sunday, hoping for redemption through our sins and the immorality of our flesh will soon asunder
Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic...
Let my thoughts guide you in a land of Illusions and dreams
As the sovereign graces on its knees
Once standing, its alliance is mightier than the roaring Seas
Trees that sway and bend in the wind just to give you the universal sacred keys
Yes, we are in the Book Of Revelations, the days of wicked thunder
We sit in our congregational seats on Sunday, hoping for redemption through our sins and the immorality of our flesh will soon asunder
Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic...
#sun
#water
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
317 reads
9 Comments
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