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.
Drieks
Poem Published
14th Jan 2021 9:52am
14th Jan 2021 9:52am
Blasphemous
Bled out.
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another insane out-of-bloody experience.
Mudded by heavy rains.
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
Wait, read that again for me.
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my spirit back...
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another insane out-of-bloody experience.
Mudded by heavy rains.
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
Wait, read that again for me.
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my spirit back...
#dark
#lies
#betrayal
#religion
#rap
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RiAN
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 1:26pm
13th Jan 2021 1:26pm
visions of Eudoxia
Solemnly
vast silence paints ashlike
dragonflied discoveries
chalk chasms scratching
over the black writingboard.
I write in confinement , a pledged vow
righteousness riots perfection pauses
I sigh an elephant's sigh a dancing letter
when I look at her I see a dark crow
We call her Eudoxia
Her prowling eyes enter me
tightening their stanglehold
I remember her words
the ring on her finger
tapping against
a window
we stood paired
in straight lines
You would feel her hand
twisting...
vast silence paints ashlike
dragonflied discoveries
chalk chasms scratching
over the black writingboard.
I write in confinement , a pledged vow
righteousness riots perfection pauses
I sigh an elephant's sigh a dancing letter
when I look at her I see a dark crow
We call her Eudoxia
Her prowling eyes enter me
tightening their stanglehold
I remember her words
the ring on her finger
tapping against
a window
we stood paired
in straight lines
You would feel her hand
twisting...
#dark
#childhood
#religion #memories
#religion #memories
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Andres__Castro
Bumped 12th Jan 2021 5:52pm
25th Dec 2020 9:42pm
25th Dec 2020 9:42pm
Satan's Party
God is dead…what sacred games shall we have to invent?” –Fredrich Nietzsche
Democrats and Republicans—
throw a noodled Marx
against a wall,
to see if he will stick
like a slimy booger.
Cut and dried,
they set fire to a strawman
atop a pile of banned books.
Let’s get real:
The seminal Marx is as dead
as the God Nietzsche called out in 1882.
For Christ’s sake, Freud wrote creative nonfiction ...
Democrats and Republicans—
throw a noodled Marx
against a wall,
to see if he will stick
like a slimy booger.
Cut and dried,
they set fire to a strawman
atop a pile of banned books.
Let’s get real:
The seminal Marx is as dead
as the God Nietzsche called out in 1882.
For Christ’s sake, Freud wrote creative nonfiction ...
#religion
#culture
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 5:21am
12th Jan 2021 5:21am
Where were you
I’ve always wondered where you’ve gone,
But when I ask they say you’ve been here all along.
People pray to you, and build statues in your name, and yet you are nowhere to be found.
I have always struggled with my faith, to believe in a man I cannot see.
I find it hard to believe, that creator of all,
Would give a horrid disease to me, and still expect my love and praise of him.
I sometimes wonder if any of it’s real at all,
If god even exists.
I wonder where you are right now,
If you’re watching over my mother and father like i’ve...
But when I ask they say you’ve been here all along.
People pray to you, and build statues in your name, and yet you are nowhere to be found.
I have always struggled with my faith, to believe in a man I cannot see.
I find it hard to believe, that creator of all,
Would give a horrid disease to me, and still expect my love and praise of him.
I sometimes wonder if any of it’s real at all,
If god even exists.
I wonder where you are right now,
If you’re watching over my mother and father like i’ve...
#religion
#God
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Write-On
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 10:55pm
10th Jan 2021 10:55pm
This then is a book. Leaf 1.
DEDICATION
I dedicate this book to the manes of Apollonius of Tyana, Christ's contemporary, and to any remaining truthful illuminati in this fleeting world:
And in order to underline its profound unreality, its spirituality, its futility, I dedicate it to anarchy and to the war for this world: I dedicate it finally to the Ancestors, to the Heroes in the classical sense and to the spirits of the Great Dead.
4:39
lons le te m. be w d te u t a i t h y ntrll ert th hmidndht i t aan lMa al
with ler te te l t le vhe tuning is the N ...
I dedicate this book to the manes of Apollonius of Tyana, Christ's contemporary, and to any remaining truthful illuminati in this fleeting world:
And in order to underline its profound unreality, its spirituality, its futility, I dedicate it to anarchy and to the war for this world: I dedicate it finally to the Ancestors, to the Heroes in the classical sense and to the spirits of the Great Dead.
4:39
lons le te m. be w d te u t a i t h y ntrll ert th hmidndht i t aan lMa al
with ler te te l t le vhe tuning is the N ...
#religion
#faith
#fairies
#honesty
#magic
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 3:31am
10th Jan 2021 3:31am
Waiting -
I watch from rooftops
like afternoon sunlight,
the partially
shingled building
clamors
with each stiff wind
speaking like the dead,
plucked flowers
drift aimlessly
between
gravestone pathways,
waiting to decipher
peace
in the steps
of angels.
like afternoon sunlight,
the partially
shingled building
clamors
with each stiff wind
speaking like the dead,
plucked flowers
drift aimlessly
between
gravestone pathways,
waiting to decipher
peace
in the steps
of angels.
#religion
#angels
#faith
#spiritual
#redemption
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 8:42pm
7th Jan 2021 8:42pm
The Apostate's Creed [or] Constructs of Delusion
Pray for my pillow to
navigate my night'like
meanders.
Who can possibly certify
my sincerity when i talk t'me self,
or pass the day in deep wonder
talking with dear Stella (canine)?
It's just another broken ballast
on just another idiot's dream that
I swiped from yet another idiot,
(who had planned no escape route -
talk about idiots....no escape route
talk about no escape route from
from which to effect some escape).
O, fuck, how tangled a web are
we gonna weave
in this bleedin' practice to...
navigate my night'like
meanders.
Who can possibly certify
my sincerity when i talk t'me self,
or pass the day in deep wonder
talking with dear Stella (canine)?
It's just another broken ballast
on just another idiot's dream that
I swiped from yet another idiot,
(who had planned no escape route -
talk about idiots....no escape route
talk about no escape route from
from which to effect some escape).
O, fuck, how tangled a web are
we gonna weave
in this bleedin' practice to...
#sex
#religion
#dirty #philosophical
#dirty #philosophical
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BlackBoxPublicatio
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 2:55am
3rd Jan 2021 2:55am
If knowledge was a Fruit
Knowledge of self can be self consuming.
See the fruit of knowledge consume your soul.
Are you hard enough to allow knowledge to leave its mark?
Hark, the knowledge tree eats those who touch its fruit.
Are you bold enough to bite the hand that teaches to feed?
Why is it that knowledge bites those who mishandle her fruit?
The fruit itself is mute, but speaks volumes in action.
Count ignorance as a minor distraction to the fruit of knowledge.
The teeth of ignorance are baby-like in comparison to the fangs of Noesis.
Know this; pay attention to...
See the fruit of knowledge consume your soul.
Are you hard enough to allow knowledge to leave its mark?
Hark, the knowledge tree eats those who touch its fruit.
Are you bold enough to bite the hand that teaches to feed?
Why is it that knowledge bites those who mishandle her fruit?
The fruit itself is mute, but speaks volumes in action.
Count ignorance as a minor distraction to the fruit of knowledge.
The teeth of ignorance are baby-like in comparison to the fangs of Noesis.
Know this; pay attention to...
#science
#religion
#spiritual
#learning
#wisdom
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Tallquietguy
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 2:39pm
2nd Jan 2021 2:39pm
Driving a Human Chevy
Many are fond of saying
that nothing is what it seems,
that one day I might wake up
to find life was only a dream
Maybe I’m a photon of light
traveling in a broken, rusty Chevy,
shipped prematurely from the factory
long before it was prepped & ready
Whether born a Mercedes in a third world utopia
or a Pinto in a first world slum,
We have no choice in the matter
when all is said and done
Each person I meet is a photon of light
in a one-of-a-kind human jalopy –
Like me, a few dents & dings, some...
that nothing is what it seems,
that one day I might wake up
to find life was only a dream
Maybe I’m a photon of light
traveling in a broken, rusty Chevy,
shipped prematurely from the factory
long before it was prepped & ready
Whether born a Mercedes in a third world utopia
or a Pinto in a first world slum,
We have no choice in the matter
when all is said and done
Each person I meet is a photon of light
in a one-of-a-kind human jalopy –
Like me, a few dents & dings, some...
#religion
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#karma
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 1st Jan 2021 11:02pm
23rd Jul 2020 00:23am
23rd Jul 2020 00:23am
Can't feel God
I let the Devil take hold of me again
I gave him an inch
And he took a mile
He got in my head
And took my smile
Insides burn with
Embarrassment and regret
It's happened before
You'd think I wouldn't forget
I can't feel God
Through paranoia and fear
A desolate situation
Where no solutions are clear
Feel like ending it all
To get rid of my guilt
I've destroyed everything
That I've ever built
That's the Devil talkin'
He's always very near
And the line that divides us
Is...
I gave him an inch
And he took a mile
He got in my head
And took my smile
Insides burn with
Embarrassment and regret
It's happened before
You'd think I wouldn't forget
I can't feel God
Through paranoia and fear
A desolate situation
Where no solutions are clear
Feel like ending it all
To get rid of my guilt
I've destroyed everything
That I've ever built
That's the Devil talkin'
He's always very near
And the line that divides us
Is...
#sadness
#religion
#shame
#frustration
#disappointment
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Witchywindy
Poem Published
29th Dec 2020 3:58pm
29th Dec 2020 3:58pm
dont end up in a jar
Stir clear of someone else's person, career.
I learned a long time ago how to take matters into my own hands after being burned
You may just end up with something hurtin, that will be your karma.
I am usually pretty nice but dont think im gonna tell ya twice.
So in the spirit realm some of us witches are karma for those that dont care what they do to others.
So let me get to what we do in the south we call hoodoo.
Some of you don't think it works but when i say give me your hair then you shut right up.
It works best when i'm full of rage, and in this case...
I learned a long time ago how to take matters into my own hands after being burned
You may just end up with something hurtin, that will be your karma.
I am usually pretty nice but dont think im gonna tell ya twice.
So in the spirit realm some of us witches are karma for those that dont care what they do to others.
So let me get to what we do in the south we call hoodoo.
Some of you don't think it works but when i say give me your hair then you shut right up.
It works best when i'm full of rage, and in this case...
#religion
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Write-On
Poem Published
28th Dec 2020 2:03am
28th Dec 2020 2:03am
Form a return to relationship with the Great Goddess, the source of all mysteries
You see it again like the image of water. Go inside The Great
Mother Again. (Images of depravity and androgyny, always rolling around.) "Anywhere spiritual interests". The child, associated with the symbol of Uroboros in practice, returns to its Mother, the Goddess. Radiation from black stars. Back to the material, think like the previous Mother with Snake. Entwined and Encircled. Naked, yet never Elusive. Return to the source, the Garden of Flowers. Spiritual Marriage to a Goddess. His character forming personal innovation. The main point. Radio waves. What a galaxy, what a destroyer....
Mother Again. (Images of depravity and androgyny, always rolling around.) "Anywhere spiritual interests". The child, associated with the symbol of Uroboros in practice, returns to its Mother, the Goddess. Radiation from black stars. Back to the material, think like the previous Mother with Snake. Entwined and Encircled. Naked, yet never Elusive. Return to the source, the Garden of Flowers. Spiritual Marriage to a Goddess. His character forming personal innovation. The main point. Radio waves. What a galaxy, what a destroyer....
#religion
#spiritual
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