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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Held Captive
Suffer
Prisoner of your mind
Slave to its wicked concepts
A god in your head but you're dead inside
Lock with no key
Suffocating mystery
Now pay the price
Christ's chains hold you down
Lost in the empty abyss
No rest for the wicked was written in blood
Wretched misery
Harmless curiosity
Now pay the price
Walk off this thin line
Transcend death and life
Trade off, Compromise
What are you dying for?
Prisoner of your mind
Slave to its wicked concepts
A god in your head but you're dead inside
Lock with no key
Suffocating mystery
Now pay the price
Christ's chains hold you down
Lost in the empty abyss
No rest for the wicked was written in blood
Wretched misery
Harmless curiosity
Now pay the price
Walk off this thin line
Transcend death and life
Trade off, Compromise
What are you dying for?
#dark
#death
#FeelingTrapped #religion
#FeelingTrapped #religion
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Praises
I wandered wastes of ash and stone
Where winds would gnaw and sing its tone
No mortal tongue could still my plight
Only whispers of deceit in the night
Yet in the black of heavens torn
I found wisdom carved in relics worn
Bones of saints, their silent cries
Echoed truths where hope yet dies
The lamb’s triumph was blood-etched lore
A feast where shadows weep and adore
Salvation writ in iron chains
In hymns of fire and eternal pains
Within the cloisters of the dead
Where incense cloaks what once was dread ...
Where winds would gnaw and sing its tone
No mortal tongue could still my plight
Only whispers of deceit in the night
Yet in the black of heavens torn
I found wisdom carved in relics worn
Bones of saints, their silent cries
Echoed truths where hope yet dies
The lamb’s triumph was blood-etched lore
A feast where shadows weep and adore
Salvation writ in iron chains
In hymns of fire and eternal pains
Within the cloisters of the dead
Where incense cloaks what once was dread ...
#dark
#faith
#prayer
#religion
#spiritual
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Zombie Gods and Comb Overs
It didn't seem that long ago
when we held hands and danced
then lightning struck from the clouds
the sky opened and you ran
up from the thicket
came a wandering zombie god
said "that was some sacrifice"
my dad is so proud
it's not too often you get paid
by being slayed
like it was no sacrifice at all
so you know "i'm my dad"
and a ghost
i think i'll get a spray on tan
drink some wine eat some fish
really an extraordinary dish
hey look over there
i'm glad i didn't do that tan
they...
when we held hands and danced
then lightning struck from the clouds
the sky opened and you ran
up from the thicket
came a wandering zombie god
said "that was some sacrifice"
my dad is so proud
it's not too often you get paid
by being slayed
like it was no sacrifice at all
so you know "i'm my dad"
and a ghost
i think i'll get a spray on tan
drink some wine eat some fish
really an extraordinary dish
hey look over there
i'm glad i didn't do that tan
they...
#mythology
#politics
#religion
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Tears
My tears are cleansing
My tears are true
I cry these tears with thoughts of you
You save my soul
You keep me whole
For the battles I face takes their toll
But I won’t waiver
And I won’t fall
For I have you
So I stand tall
My strength is building
My resolve is firm
I read the book
So I can learn
The day will come
When my time is done
But I shall not worry
For the war is won
My tears are true
I cry these tears with thoughts of you
You save my soul
You keep me whole
For the battles I face takes their toll
But I won’t waiver
And I won’t fall
For I have you
So I stand tall
My strength is building
My resolve is firm
I read the book
So I can learn
The day will come
When my time is done
But I shall not worry
For the war is won
#Christian
#faith
#religion
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Hospice Arms
In death's hospice arms seeking asylum
giving into the morphine running deep
with no more shadows to burn
oblivious to the pain
Delivering my soliloquy to the tides
dire to my lucid wings
in death's hospice arms seeking asylum
giving into the morphine running deep
with no more shadows to burn
oblivious to the pain
Delivering my soliloquy to the tides
dire to my lucid wings
in death's hospice arms seeking asylum
#faith
#philosophical
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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With Every Breath
Silence rising on the surface with every breath
from the cold grave beneath the stone, calming
the tortured souls awakening the sleepers where
memories run deep through billowed clouds
up the twining staircase of windswept heights
touching the hand of God and golden soliloquy
mingling with the scent of tea and ambrosia
rising on the surface with every breath
from the cold grave beneath the stone, calming
the tortured souls awakening the sleepers where
memories run deep through billowed clouds
up the twining staircase of windswept heights
touching the hand of God and golden soliloquy
mingling with the scent of tea and ambrosia
rising on the surface with every breath
#philosophical
#religion
#spiritual
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Teaching Survival
Teaching survival on the 700 club
Hear someone saying
Jesus wears a vest
Have to teach the kids
How to duck and run
Are you fucking serious
Hiding behind the Bible
Instead of addressing
Our gun problem
So now religion is teaching gun violence
Or hiding under desks
Instead of addressing
The real nut of our times
If I have to teach my kid
To take precautions
Just because of gun violence
Seems like I lost before I began
How about tackling the ...
Hear someone saying
Jesus wears a vest
Have to teach the kids
How to duck and run
Are you fucking serious
Hiding behind the Bible
Instead of addressing
Our gun problem
So now religion is teaching gun violence
Or hiding under desks
Instead of addressing
The real nut of our times
If I have to teach my kid
To take precautions
Just because of gun violence
Seems like I lost before I began
How about tackling the ...
#children
#GunControl
#religion #violence
#religion #violence
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And The Devil Wept
How art thou fallen, O Sin, my fairest blight
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
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Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
#dark
#devil
#evil
#morality
#religion
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Strife
When storms do break and heavens weep
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
#Christian
#God
#rain
#religion
#storm
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Preacher.
Sinner the best at sinning in disguise,
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
#disappointment
#hate
#religion
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Not on Christmas Eve...
Not gonna shave my head...
...but not gonna lie in bed...
going to church instead...
of doing you!!!
Praying to God so loud!
My head is saintly bowed!
Shouting it oh so loud...
I'm not sucking it!
Christmas is almost...here!
My morals you can't steer!
Have yourself another beer!
That's all your gonna get!
Tomorrow's another day!
Then maybe you'll get your way!
If I come back to stay...
...with your sorry ass!
Merry Christmas Eve...
...go masturbate loser!
...but not gonna lie in bed...
going to church instead...
of doing you!!!
Praying to God so loud!
My head is saintly bowed!
Shouting it oh so loud...
I'm not sucking it!
Christmas is almost...here!
My morals you can't steer!
Have yourself another beer!
That's all your gonna get!
Tomorrow's another day!
Then maybe you'll get your way!
If I come back to stay...
...with your sorry ass!
Merry Christmas Eve...
...go masturbate loser!
#relationships
#religion
#sex
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Wages of The Faithless
In depths unseen, beneath the endless night
Where shadows writhe and whisper of despair
I walked, alone, beneath an empty light
To witness what awaits the soul laid bare
No angels’ song, no holy trumpets sound
Only the hollow moan of desolate cries
For here, where souls in darkness are unbound
The Faithless walk with vacant hopeless eyes
Their steps are slow, their hearts are cold as stone
The wages earned for turning from the truth
In endless grief, they walk, yet walk alone
Their faith forsaken in the fleeting youth
...
Where shadows writhe and whisper of despair
I walked, alone, beneath an empty light
To witness what awaits the soul laid bare
No angels’ song, no holy trumpets sound
Only the hollow moan of desolate cries
For here, where souls in darkness are unbound
The Faithless walk with vacant hopeless eyes
Their steps are slow, their hearts are cold as stone
The wages earned for turning from the truth
In endless grief, they walk, yet walk alone
Their faith forsaken in the fleeting youth
...
#Christian
#faith
#God
#morality
#religion
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