Religious Poems and Poems about Religion
#religion
Here you'll find poems offering a range of different views on religion, from both believers and non-believers. This includes religions from around the world and poetry on topics including spirituality, the church, God and the afterlife.
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Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
Today 3:47pm
Today 3:47pm
Dying One day..
Dying one day..
Ok, since this will become instant
Some day, any time
Why am I still trying to distant?
Myself from the act of taking own life
I mean, isn't it the real fact ever?
Dying one day..
But then I'm a Mollusc male
If not for anything else
It's in my nature
Slow and steady
It certainly wins a race
In my own case, it simply keeps me safe
Suicide not my type
Not my style
Satisfactorily,
All I need is to live
And when It's time
I simply die..
...
Ok, since this will become instant
Some day, any time
Why am I still trying to distant?
Myself from the act of taking own life
I mean, isn't it the real fact ever?
Dying one day..
But then I'm a Mollusc male
If not for anything else
It's in my nature
Slow and steady
It certainly wins a race
In my own case, it simply keeps me safe
Suicide not my type
Not my style
Satisfactorily,
All I need is to live
And when It's time
I simply die..
...
#faith
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Today 3:40am
Today 3:40am
Incorruptible
One Year Below the Ground
Where worms convene for a banquet grim
In shadows deep where silence reigns
The rot of sin, a forgotten hymn
Yet my form remains untouched by chains
Two Years in the Casket
Not a blemish mars my sanctified skin
A harvest of incorruptible grace displayed
While maggots feast on mortal sin
I slumber in the void, by divine hand arrayed
Three Years Weaken the Walls
As decay corrodes the fortress of flesh
The soil’s embrace turns all to dust
Yet my spirit, unyielding in death’s thresh ...
Where worms convene for a banquet grim
In shadows deep where silence reigns
The rot of sin, a forgotten hymn
Yet my form remains untouched by chains
Two Years in the Casket
Not a blemish mars my sanctified skin
A harvest of incorruptible grace displayed
While maggots feast on mortal sin
I slumber in the void, by divine hand arrayed
Three Years Weaken the Walls
As decay corrodes the fortress of flesh
The soil’s embrace turns all to dust
Yet my spirit, unyielding in death’s thresh ...
#death
#religion
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starling
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:06pm
4th Feb 2025 11:06pm
Pray to the Machine
We sit like squatters in the abandoned church
Where we talk about the new, perfecting improvements.
Minds overtaken with progress, pregnant with machines. Made in His image
Says the mosaic above his head, he who preaches
Uncertainty and neuromorphic computing.
There's one bite in the back of my phone already
And maybe my soul. But that isn't enough. Again?
It's a hunger for perfection that fruit cannot sate
A burning timeless fire that nothing can abate.
It's sure to melt our waxen wings, we who fated from the womb
To fall, and tumble...
Where we talk about the new, perfecting improvements.
Minds overtaken with progress, pregnant with machines. Made in His image
Says the mosaic above his head, he who preaches
Uncertainty and neuromorphic computing.
There's one bite in the back of my phone already
And maybe my soul. But that isn't enough. Again?
It's a hunger for perfection that fruit cannot sate
A burning timeless fire that nothing can abate.
It's sure to melt our waxen wings, we who fated from the womb
To fall, and tumble...
#religion
#science
#technology
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:46am
2nd Feb 2025 6:46am
Elohim Stairs
Climb beyond flesh and bone
An ascent towards divinity's throne
72 names writ now unfold
Glory for the young and old
Thrones of wisdoms unfurled
Eyes like glowing white pearl
Befoulment towards death
An eternity before final breath
Come as ye serpents are
Lay with the trampled Morningstar
An ascent towards divinity's throne
72 names writ now unfold
Glory for the young and old
Thrones of wisdoms unfurled
Eyes like glowing white pearl
Befoulment towards death
An eternity before final breath
Come as ye serpents are
Lay with the trampled Morningstar
#Christian
#dark
#devil
#God
#religion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 4:38am
2nd Feb 2025 4:38am
Jeebus
I'm dead in a ditch.
Jeebus did it because I believed.
He's a soul sucker, on his knees.
Kissing the people's feet.
I wish his fishing boat,
Would stop carrying me.
I'm 'bout to bounce,
And set myself free!
Free like the birds riding the sun,
Not to tomorrow.
I aint no Cinderelli dressed in yelly.
I'm the destroyer!
Leaving you all dead in ditches.
I suck your soul!
I sever heads!
Mindless. Tweeking.
Faith is my meth.
Now let me heal you,
With the...
Jeebus did it because I believed.
He's a soul sucker, on his knees.
Kissing the people's feet.
I wish his fishing boat,
Would stop carrying me.
I'm 'bout to bounce,
And set myself free!
Free like the birds riding the sun,
Not to tomorrow.
I aint no Cinderelli dressed in yelly.
I'm the destroyer!
Leaving you all dead in ditches.
I suck your soul!
I sever heads!
Mindless. Tweeking.
Faith is my meth.
Now let me heal you,
With the...
#funny
#religion
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 6:41am
29th Jan 2025 6:41am
Plastic Jesus
Plastic Jesus
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
#apocalypse
#lust
#religion
#sex
#women
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 27th Jan 2025 00:38am
1st Apr 2023 3:26pm
1st Apr 2023 3:26pm
Drag Queens and Blue Eyed Jesus
Here we are banning books about Rosa Parks
while the Pastor dresses in drag on Sunday
spewing a sermon of love that sounds more like hate
then goes home to berate his wife and children
but that's o.k. he asked for forgiveness
so next Sunday he'll expose the evils of bourbon
white Jesus with his flowing locks and blue eyes
carrying all his divine interventions
can't seem to rise above it all ...
while the Pastor dresses in drag on Sunday
spewing a sermon of love that sounds more like hate
then goes home to berate his wife and children
but that's o.k. he asked for forgiveness
so next Sunday he'll expose the evils of bourbon
white Jesus with his flowing locks and blue eyes
carrying all his divine interventions
can't seem to rise above it all ...
#anger
#death
#religion #hypocrisy
#religion #hypocrisy
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
Vision 2
The sun impresses fire into my being.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
#religion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
Vision 1
It cuts like fire.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
#religion
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 3:24am
23rd Jan 2025 3:24am
M.A.C.A.
I don't believe in God
but if I did
I would pray to him or her
to Make America Compassionate Again.
If God can't do that
He or she should smite those that
tarnish his name by disguising
themselves as Christians.
You can become POTUS
If you lie
If you bully
If you despise
If you're a felon
But you cannot be a Christian.
You may ask
when God is going to intervene
but he doesn't have to
America is destroying itself
using his name to do so.
but if I did
I would pray to him or her
to Make America Compassionate Again.
If God can't do that
He or she should smite those that
tarnish his name by disguising
themselves as Christians.
You can become POTUS
If you lie
If you bully
If you despise
If you're a felon
But you cannot be a Christian.
You may ask
when God is going to intervene
but he doesn't have to
America is destroying itself
using his name to do so.
#evil
#religion
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rksingh
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 11:32am
22nd Jan 2025 11:32am
THE HELL IS REAL
They lure me with wealth in heaven
as if plucking a pubic hair
would reduce weight of the dead body
they don’t see the bruises abandoned
on the fading skin of apple
that rolls metaphors in the basket
sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams
on the horizon float to descend
for a share in the horrors of earth
they blindly conceal to hoodwink
god’s will for poets cultured in the past
now glittering as the sun’s wreckage
I can’t clean nor rebuild around them
the hell is real I can’t run away
with sweet...
as if plucking a pubic hair
would reduce weight of the dead body
they don’t see the bruises abandoned
on the fading skin of apple
that rolls metaphors in the basket
sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams
on the horizon float to descend
for a share in the horrors of earth
they blindly conceal to hoodwink
god’s will for poets cultured in the past
now glittering as the sun’s wreckage
I can’t clean nor rebuild around them
the hell is real I can’t run away
with sweet...
#anxiety
#apathy
#disappointment #religion
#disappointment #religion
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