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.
Neoma
a child
a child
Poem Published
Today 2:33am
Today 2:33am
The Book of Margery Kempe part 1 (1501)
#love
#religion
#lover #FallingInLove
#lover #FallingInLove
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Anxiety
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:55am
Yesterday 8:55am
Home of the free
America home of the free
But we took this land by rape and murder
We took what was not ours to begin with
We are the original illegals
You cannot call someone an illegal immigrant if an American citizen themselves can’t pass the 20 year test it takes to become one. We fought to be the most free and have the most but when people want to become apart of that we separate and tear them to pieces what kind of country is that to be proud of
I’m glad to be an american because of the privileges that come with it but with the history we have behind us is nothing to be proud...
But we took this land by rape and murder
We took what was not ours to begin with
We are the original illegals
You cannot call someone an illegal immigrant if an American citizen themselves can’t pass the 20 year test it takes to become one. We fought to be the most free and have the most but when people want to become apart of that we separate and tear them to pieces what kind of country is that to be proud of
I’m glad to be an american because of the privileges that come with it but with the history we have behind us is nothing to be proud...
#anger
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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Baldwin
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 5:03pm
29th Mar 2020 5:03pm
That isn't proof
I eat some bread and drink some wine
over which a priest took time
to speak some magic words,
to render consecrate.
But do these ordinary things
now have a teaching voice
as someone has now claimed?
Well, if they do,
it’s only in my mind.
And if I hear them speak to me
how does this prove
a Jewish man’s divinity?
I’ve heard a lilting voice
that sounded out from trees
and towered bells in rain
that brought more than once
down to my knees,
transcendence swelling there
beyond...
over which a priest took time
to speak some magic words,
to render consecrate.
But do these ordinary things
now have a teaching voice
as someone has now claimed?
Well, if they do,
it’s only in my mind.
And if I hear them speak to me
how does this prove
a Jewish man’s divinity?
I’ve heard a lilting voice
that sounded out from trees
and towered bells in rain
that brought more than once
down to my knees,
transcendence swelling there
beyond...
#religion
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FLCPapi
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 3:32pm
29th Mar 2020 3:32pm
#CoViD-19StayHome
#StayHOME
I’m sorry,
To throw it all at you
On a second thought
It’s all your Pastor’s fault
Who opened the church
Who told the congregation it’s safe enough in church
Who is standing idle on the pulpit observing social distance
But you all are clustered together like sheeps in a flock
Believing you are immune and being in church is the only way this pandemic can be fought
Saying Amen to a sermon on how this virus can’t be caught
I’m sorry,
To throw it all at you
On a second thought
It’s all your Pastor’s fault
Who opened the church
Who told the congregation it’s safe enough in church
Who is standing idle on the pulpit observing social distance
But you all are clustered together like sheeps in a flock
Believing you are immune and being in church is the only way this pandemic can be fought
Saying Amen to a sermon on how this virus can’t be caught
#love
#religion
#peace
#MentalHealth
#humankind
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
28th Mar 2020 8:35pm
28th Mar 2020 8:35pm
I been wondering...
Lately, I been wonderin'...
how come the World is in such an ugly mess?
I mean 'sides the fact we been screwin' it up ever since we got here...?
What is it?
Jus' too many of us?
Perhaps God is perusing
the possibilities ...
for wiping us clean off
the face of the Earth…
...like complete annihilation…
starting anew...
Ya think?
how come the World is in such an ugly mess?
I mean 'sides the fact we been screwin' it up ever since we got here...?
What is it?
Jus' too many of us?
Perhaps God is perusing
the possibilities ...
for wiping us clean off
the face of the Earth…
...like complete annihilation…
starting anew...
Ya think?
#environment
#religion
#God
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7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Mar 2020 6:40pm
28th Mar 2020 6:40pm
Drums of Praise and Worship
Every Sunday morning
I’d arrive at church ten minutes early before service
For a small rehearsal with the group
But I always wanted to play in the evening service
They had longer louder livelier set
And a bigger congregation
Yet somehow as I was beginning to question my faith
I was asked if I would be interested in being a youth pastor
But I knew deep down I was not a good example
My Monday through Saturday self was different than my Sunday self
I left that congregation a year or so later
Joined a church that was starting and...
I’d arrive at church ten minutes early before service
For a small rehearsal with the group
But I always wanted to play in the evening service
They had longer louder livelier set
And a bigger congregation
Yet somehow as I was beginning to question my faith
I was asked if I would be interested in being a youth pastor
But I knew deep down I was not a good example
My Monday through Saturday self was different than my Sunday self
I left that congregation a year or so later
Joined a church that was starting and...
#sadness
#religion
#faith
#music
#YehudaAmichai
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2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 00:57am
27th Mar 2020 00:57am
She Is Just a Woman
Mia holds herself in the darkness of inexperience.
She is a young, chaste sister of the Catholic faith.
He has been admiring her since she attained puberty.
She stares at him whenever he passes the convent.
He can tell that she has a secret craving for love,
But he is too diffident to say something to her.
She flatly rejects the advances of all the other men,
And so he thinks she is not likely to fall for him.
Mia is like a gemstone in a vitrine in a museum.
She is the only daughter of a reputable bishop.
Her angelic beauty catches...
She is a young, chaste sister of the Catholic faith.
He has been admiring her since she attained puberty.
She stares at him whenever he passes the convent.
He can tell that she has a secret craving for love,
But he is too diffident to say something to her.
She flatly rejects the advances of all the other men,
And so he thinks she is not likely to fall for him.
Mia is like a gemstone in a vitrine in a museum.
She is the only daughter of a reputable bishop.
Her angelic beauty catches...
#love
#sex
#beauty
#religion
#morality
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 7:22pm
23rd Mar 2020 7:22pm
This Virus Won’t Keep Me From My Own Bed
( after Yahuda Amichai )
I know it seems humanity is lost,
But times are no more worse than holocausts.
No matter how the news fills us with dread,
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Though I am isolated, hear me now;
The people of this world remember how
Pandemics, famine, wars are ever spread.
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Could Samson kill Corona for his God?
Does fear make us call Death a hoax, a fraud?
Are questions ever solved when blood is shed?
This virus won’t...
I know it seems humanity is lost,
But times are no more worse than holocausts.
No matter how the news fills us with dread,
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Though I am isolated, hear me now;
The people of this world remember how
Pandemics, famine, wars are ever spread.
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Could Samson kill Corona for his God?
Does fear make us call Death a hoax, a fraud?
Are questions ever solved when blood is shed?
This virus won’t...
#religion
#illness
#humankind
#inequality
#YehudaAmichai
91 reads
6 Comments
naijapoeteket
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 3:23pm
20th Mar 2020 3:23pm
Baits
The devil and I have been good.
Together from childhood.
Like childhood friends.
I remember at the beginning
At the dining table of peccancy
With my long fork hardly missing any mark.
They say if you must eat with the devil,
Do so with a long fork or spoon
So my fork was long.
How I safely forked those chunks
Of grisly bacon;
Those soft-scented tissues of flesh
Which tasted like honey and milk
Shaken together with appetition
And delivered from in-between a woman’s thighs.
The music was loud;
The...
Together from childhood.
Like childhood friends.
I remember at the beginning
At the dining table of peccancy
With my long fork hardly missing any mark.
They say if you must eat with the devil,
Do so with a long fork or spoon
So my fork was long.
How I safely forked those chunks
Of grisly bacon;
Those soft-scented tissues of flesh
Which tasted like honey and milk
Shaken together with appetition
And delivered from in-between a woman’s thighs.
The music was loud;
The...
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#morality
#sacrifice
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Xaphan
Poem Published
19th Mar 2020 12:58pm
19th Mar 2020 12:58pm
Thank God (for Christmas)
Thank God (for Christmas) and with boisterous hymns and carols sing
Praise and swear allegiance, although he will never hear or see a thing
And let's thank Christ himself, not a son of Satan, but a son of sobriety
Who wends a way through the texts and transcripts of our faux society
Thank scribes for the God of knives and guns of the aggressive/passive
Happy holidays and Thump the runt, for his Johnson is woefully flaccid
And let the church bells ring, before the approaching sleigh bells tinkle
No(hell) and well, away from the groping hands and a fat...
Praise and swear allegiance, although he will never hear or see a thing
And let's thank Christ himself, not a son of Satan, but a son of sobriety
Who wends a way through the texts and transcripts of our faux society
Thank scribes for the God of knives and guns of the aggressive/passive
Happy holidays and Thump the runt, for his Johnson is woefully flaccid
And let the church bells ring, before the approaching sleigh bells tinkle
No(hell) and well, away from the groping hands and a fat...
#dark
#Christmas
#religion
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Xaphan
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 2:22pm
16th Mar 2020 2:22pm
1 Corinthians 10:20, 21
1 night, tonight, 10:20 pm and 21 seconds past
Can you see him now? He's of an unearthly caste
Oh desolate Heaven, in awe, let Jehovah witness
Rapt by the dark alluring of this Allhallows sickness
In the macabre dancing flames of the pumpkin heads
Nothing's alive, but fear and where our insanity treads
Taking us to the black mass altar, to await the demon
He who rises from the inferno, he is Hell's Amaymon
In Corinthian fables, with the unholy, we cannot sup
And come Allhallows, there can only be Jehovah's cup
Now's the time to turn our backs...
Can you see him now? He's of an unearthly caste
Oh desolate Heaven, in awe, let Jehovah witness
Rapt by the dark alluring of this Allhallows sickness
In the macabre dancing flames of the pumpkin heads
Nothing's alive, but fear and where our insanity treads
Taking us to the black mass altar, to await the demon
He who rises from the inferno, he is Hell's Amaymon
In Corinthian fables, with the unholy, we cannot sup
And come Allhallows, there can only be Jehovah's cup
Now's the time to turn our backs...
#evil
#Halloween
#religion
30 reads
slipalong
Poem Published
14th Mar 2020 11:31pm
14th Mar 2020 11:31pm
The ferryman
None can book a crossing
fesivals smiled pain in goodby waves;
the Tora, its words so old and dusty
to wail for prophesy
Can you walk on water
faiths shekel to save or spend
righteousness come as manna --
some earth some nourishment
or garment-laden, past endeavour
The ferryman, heeds no inclement weather
your name upon the slate
payment or a free ride, that tide
the life you lead
fesivals smiled pain in goodby waves;
the Tora, its words so old and dusty
to wail for prophesy
Can you walk on water
faiths shekel to save or spend
righteousness come as manna --
some earth some nourishment
or garment-laden, past endeavour
The ferryman, heeds no inclement weather
your name upon the slate
payment or a free ride, that tide
the life you lead
#religion
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2 Comments
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