Poems About Faith Published by Members Recently Online
#faith
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 6:40am
20th Feb 2025 6:40am
a different kind of faith
I don't need Gods in my chest
to make my heart beat
when you've been there
for years
like an electrical current
tapped directly into my veins
shocking me back into life
when all I wanted to do
was walk off the edge of the Earth
and leave nothing but
a blurry photography
and a playlist of sad songs
for everyone to remember me by
I don't need Gods in my chest
to make my heart beat
when you've been the
hope I needed
even when you stripped me
of everything
and left me chasing...
to make my heart beat
when you've been there
for years
like an electrical current
tapped directly into my veins
shocking me back into life
when all I wanted to do
was walk off the edge of the Earth
and leave nothing but
a blurry photography
and a playlist of sad songs
for everyone to remember me by
I don't need Gods in my chest
to make my heart beat
when you've been the
hope I needed
even when you stripped me
of everything
and left me chasing...
#faith
#love
#obsession
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 6:40am
20th Feb 2025 6:40am
a different kind of faith
I don't need Gods in my chest
to make my heart beat
when you've been there
for years
like an electrical current
tapped directly into my veins
shocking me back into life
when all I wanted to do
was walk off the edge of the Earth
and leave nothing but
a blurry photography
and a playlist of sad songs
for everyone to remember me by
I don't need Gods in my chest
to make my heart beat
when you've been the
hope I needed
even when you stripped me
of everything
and left me chasing...
to make my heart beat
when you've been there
for years
like an electrical current
tapped directly into my veins
shocking me back into life
when all I wanted to do
was walk off the edge of the Earth
and leave nothing but
a blurry photography
and a playlist of sad songs
for everyone to remember me by
I don't need Gods in my chest
to make my heart beat
when you've been the
hope I needed
even when you stripped me
of everything
and left me chasing...
#faith
#love
#obsession
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
104 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
104 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
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Baldwin
Poem Published
31st Jul 2022 8:50pm
31st Jul 2022 8:50pm
Speaking to Clouds
I’d like to ask
a scudding cloud
to take a message to
his rain-filled mate
to open up
his water gates
and bring relief
to my land’s drought.
But clouds are things
that I should know
are hardly sentient,
let alone
compassionate
So I, unless I’m dumb,
should realize,
that pleading with them’s
utter foolishness
and shows
that I, to think
that clouds will understand
my woes
and answer any of my pleas
to assuage them,
have inexplicably
so...
a scudding cloud
to take a message to
his rain-filled mate
to open up
his water gates
and bring relief
to my land’s drought.
But clouds are things
that I should know
are hardly sentient,
let alone
compassionate
So I, unless I’m dumb,
should realize,
that pleading with them’s
utter foolishness
and shows
that I, to think
that clouds will understand
my woes
and answer any of my pleas
to assuage them,
have inexplicably
so...
#faith
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
innate
a friend of mine talks of conversion
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
#faith
#hate
#LGBT #love
#LGBT #love
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
innate
a friend of mine talks of conversion
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
#faith
#hate
#LGBT #love
#LGBT #love
102 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
innate
a friend of mine talks of conversion
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
#faith
#hate
#LGBT #love
#LGBT #love
102 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
22nd Nov 2024 3:55am
innate
a friend of mine talks of conversion
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
as if there could be such a thing
when what I am is just… innate, a fact,
like grass is green
and Mexico is a country in North America…
and sex has little to do with it,
it’s just an urge that carries no shame,
or shouldn’t. but somehow I can’t say
that I don’t care what St Paul said,
perhaps because a doubt lingers
that maybe it’s a sin, though I doubt it…
more like it’s just because I’m still learning
to state myself and claim a pride
in who I am, to simply be without caring, ...
#faith
#hate
#LGBT #love
#LGBT #love
102 reads
2 Comments
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