Poems About Faith Published by Members Recently Online
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Duice
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
The Destroyer (Part 5)
Doling excruciating pain is obsession to valiant soldiers
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
#faith
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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Duice
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
The Destroyer (Part 5)
Doling excruciating pain is obsession to valiant soldiers
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
#faith
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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Duice
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
The Destroyer (Part 5)
Doling excruciating pain is obsession to valiant soldiers
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
#faith
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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Sappho
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:30am
6th Dec 2024 8:30am
The True Story Of Adam And Eve
Another lovely day in paradise.
The sky is coloured in orangy red
When from their wildflower bed
Adam and Eve gently rise.
All of nature breathes peace.
Playfully a fox chases a hare.
Sweet birdsong lingers in the air.
Sun warms a cat’s golden fleece.
A stroll through Garden Eden they take
With a lively mind and carefree.
When Eve stops in front of a tree,
On one branch lies a glittering snake.
"Careful, Eve! From the evil run away!"
“It’s a harmless beauty, can't you see?
I'm sure it's the...
The sky is coloured in orangy red
When from their wildflower bed
Adam and Eve gently rise.
All of nature breathes peace.
Playfully a fox chases a hare.
Sweet birdsong lingers in the air.
Sun warms a cat’s golden fleece.
A stroll through Garden Eden they take
With a lively mind and carefree.
When Eve stops in front of a tree,
On one branch lies a glittering snake.
"Careful, Eve! From the evil run away!"
“It’s a harmless beauty, can't you see?
I'm sure it's the...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
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8 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:30am
6th Dec 2024 8:30am
The True Story Of Adam And Eve
Another lovely day in paradise.
The sky is coloured in orangy red
When from their wildflower bed
Adam and Eve gently rise.
All of nature breathes peace.
Playfully a fox chases a hare.
Sweet birdsong lingers in the air.
Sun warms a cat’s golden fleece.
A stroll through Garden Eden they take
With a lively mind and carefree.
When Eve stops in front of a tree,
On one branch lies a glittering snake.
"Careful, Eve! From the evil run away!"
“It’s a harmless beauty, can't you see?
I'm sure it's the...
The sky is coloured in orangy red
When from their wildflower bed
Adam and Eve gently rise.
All of nature breathes peace.
Playfully a fox chases a hare.
Sweet birdsong lingers in the air.
Sun warms a cat’s golden fleece.
A stroll through Garden Eden they take
With a lively mind and carefree.
When Eve stops in front of a tree,
On one branch lies a glittering snake.
"Careful, Eve! From the evil run away!"
“It’s a harmless beauty, can't you see?
I'm sure it's the...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
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8 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:30am
6th Dec 2024 8:30am
The True Story Of Adam And Eve
Another lovely day in paradise.
The sky is coloured in orangy red
When from their wildflower bed
Adam and Eve gently rise.
All of nature breathes peace.
Playfully a fox chases a hare.
Sweet birdsong lingers in the air.
Sun warms a cat’s golden fleece.
A stroll through Garden Eden they take
With a lively mind and carefree.
When Eve stops in front of a tree,
On one branch lies a glittering snake.
"Careful, Eve! From the evil run away!"
“It’s a harmless beauty, can't you see?
I'm sure it's the...
The sky is coloured in orangy red
When from their wildflower bed
Adam and Eve gently rise.
All of nature breathes peace.
Playfully a fox chases a hare.
Sweet birdsong lingers in the air.
Sun warms a cat’s golden fleece.
A stroll through Garden Eden they take
With a lively mind and carefree.
When Eve stops in front of a tree,
On one branch lies a glittering snake.
"Careful, Eve! From the evil run away!"
“It’s a harmless beauty, can't you see?
I'm sure it's the...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
112 reads
8 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 9:18pm
2nd May 2023 9:18pm
Irons in the Fire
Ten, yeah, that is how long the human race
whether you believe or don’t
this many million times
millions of years WE, as a race,
have
left.
If we trust SCIENCE over FAITH then
absolutely, we have only so much time
so why are we all bitching about shit that
won’t matter, come, 10 billion years!
I know for a fact both unbelievers &
those who cling to the faith (facts?)
think we have all the time in the
Mother of Nature’s effin world
BECAUSE
there’s no proactive anything
going on in the forges.
...
whether you believe or don’t
this many million times
millions of years WE, as a race,
have
left.
If we trust SCIENCE over FAITH then
absolutely, we have only so much time
so why are we all bitching about shit that
won’t matter, come, 10 billion years!
I know for a fact both unbelievers &
those who cling to the faith (facts?)
think we have all the time in the
Mother of Nature’s effin world
BECAUSE
there’s no proactive anything
going on in the forges.
...
#science
#faith
580 reads
16 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 9:18pm
2nd May 2023 9:18pm
Irons in the Fire
Ten, yeah, that is how long the human race
whether you believe or don’t
this many million times
millions of years WE, as a race,
have
left.
If we trust SCIENCE over FAITH then
absolutely, we have only so much time
so why are we all bitching about shit that
won’t matter, come, 10 billion years!
I know for a fact both unbelievers &
those who cling to the faith (facts?)
think we have all the time in the
Mother of Nature’s effin world
BECAUSE
there’s no proactive anything
going on in the forges.
...
whether you believe or don’t
this many million times
millions of years WE, as a race,
have
left.
If we trust SCIENCE over FAITH then
absolutely, we have only so much time
so why are we all bitching about shit that
won’t matter, come, 10 billion years!
I know for a fact both unbelievers &
those who cling to the faith (facts?)
think we have all the time in the
Mother of Nature’s effin world
BECAUSE
there’s no proactive anything
going on in the forges.
...
#science
#faith
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16 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
God at 6:00 o'clock A.M.
Dressed in what they call a long gown,
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
#anxiety
#faith
#vulnerability
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6 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
God at 6:00 o'clock A.M.
Dressed in what they call a long gown,
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
#anxiety
#faith
#vulnerability
118 reads
6 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
God at 6:00 o'clock A.M.
Dressed in what they call a long gown,
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
#anxiety
#faith
#vulnerability
118 reads
6 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 3:30pm
30th Aug 2024 3:30pm
My Confession
My confession is I'm the lesson.
I take the heat, and I burn.
I'm still stressin'.
I'm not pressin'.
Don't want anything in return.
I want you messin',
With my breasts and...
I want you sectioned.
Or upturned.
My confession.
Is the lesson.
It's the word, that is the bird.
I take the heat, and I burn.
I'm still stressin'.
I'm not pressin'.
Don't want anything in return.
I want you messin',
With my breasts and...
I want you sectioned.
Or upturned.
My confession.
Is the lesson.
It's the word, that is the bird.
#faith
#morality
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
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10 Comments
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