Poems About Religion Seeking Friendly Advice
#religion
Poems about religion seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 6:20pm
23rd Apr 2025 6:20pm
Sunday Swan Song
It was the piano that finally made me cry.
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
#death
#friendship
#music #religion
#music #religion
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2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
Easter
Late night poetry --
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
#Easter
#family
#religion
66 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
Deliverance
For a long while – for decades – it was Home.
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
#MovingOn
#rebirth
#religion
79 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 8:33am
7th Apr 2025 8:33am
Autumn in America
Autumn in America
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
#America
#apocalypse
#city
#poverty
#religion
49 reads
2 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 00:57am
31st Mar 2025 00:57am
CHRISTIANITY: THE REALITIES
While Christianity, like many religions, teaches principles of love, peace, and service, the historical reality of how Christianity has been spread and practiced throughout the world of it's actions is said to be a contradiction of it's teachings. Indeed, Christianity has been involved in acts of dominance, violence, and colonization, especially during certain periods of history.
Here are some ways Christianity, as practiced by institutions or certain groups, has been linked to violence, exploitation, and oppression:
1. Colonization and Cultural Erasure
...
Here are some ways Christianity, as practiced by institutions or certain groups, has been linked to violence, exploitation, and oppression:
1. Colonization and Cultural Erasure
...
#religion
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LIFE4ME
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 7:11pm
23rd Mar 2025 7:11pm
A Warning To The Lost
Turn! Turn!
Turn from your wicked ways!
For I tell you, look up!
The time is near for the Lord's return.
Do not bury your head in the sand.
For if one does this,
I tell you, their body shall soon
join their head;
and their soul shall be tortured
by the fiery flames of hell
forever; never ceasing.
Turn!
But you say, "When the time arrives, then I will turn."
No! That time is now!
For death is lurking;
awaiting your last breath.
Death tells you, "Don't worry, you still have time to turn. ...
Turn from your wicked ways!
For I tell you, look up!
The time is near for the Lord's return.
Do not bury your head in the sand.
For if one does this,
I tell you, their body shall soon
join their head;
and their soul shall be tortured
by the fiery flames of hell
forever; never ceasing.
Turn!
But you say, "When the time arrives, then I will turn."
No! That time is now!
For death is lurking;
awaiting your last breath.
Death tells you, "Don't worry, you still have time to turn. ...
#Christian
#death
#God
#hell
#religion
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0 Comments
Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 5:30pm
6th Mar 2025 5:30pm
Outlook Not So Good
Problem and problem, 1, 2, 3
One and done, I am still here all alone
Never truly free, just a soul in a cage
Awake in a world where everyone sleeps
Walking back down Reminiscent Street, people crying about the end
"To survive," they all say, "All you need is faith for the 8-Ball."
All my friends say the same old thing
Talk to the Magic 8-Ball, the only
Answer
I heard
Was always just "Outlook not so good"
All these people wasting their time
Praying to their Magic 8-Ball
All I
Hear...
One and done, I am still here all alone
Never truly free, just a soul in a cage
Awake in a world where everyone sleeps
Walking back down Reminiscent Street, people crying about the end
"To survive," they all say, "All you need is faith for the 8-Ball."
All my friends say the same old thing
Talk to the Magic 8-Ball, the only
Answer
I heard
Was always just "Outlook not so good"
All these people wasting their time
Praying to their Magic 8-Ball
All I
Hear...
#anger
#atheism
#fate
#religion
#spiritual
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0 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:51pm
26th Feb 2025 6:51pm
THE PARADOX OF THE PREACHER
He spoke of love, yet brought a sword,
a peaceful king with wrath outpoured.
Turn the cheek, yet cleanse the temple,
a lesson taught, but not so simple.
The meek inherit, yet he reigns,
calls for loss, yet seeks our gain.
He walks with sinners, dines with thieves,
yet warns of wrath none can appease.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, he said,
then cast a curse on fruit long dead.
Forgive them all, yet hellfire looms,
a kingdom bright with shadowed rooms.
He preached of justice, leveled ground,
yet kings and slaves...
a peaceful king with wrath outpoured.
Turn the cheek, yet cleanse the temple,
a lesson taught, but not so simple.
The meek inherit, yet he reigns,
calls for loss, yet seeks our gain.
He walks with sinners, dines with thieves,
yet warns of wrath none can appease.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, he said,
then cast a curse on fruit long dead.
Forgive them all, yet hellfire looms,
a kingdom bright with shadowed rooms.
He preached of justice, leveled ground,
yet kings and slaves...
#religion
200 reads
4 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 6:44am
18th Feb 2025 6:44am
Miserable World
#dark
#death
#faith
#religion
#TruthOfLife
144 reads
2 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 3:47am
17th Feb 2025 3:47am
After Death
(Verse 1)
The light extinguished, a final, hollow breath,
Cold steel embrace, the chilling kiss of death.
No silver lining, no pearly gates above,
Just endless blackness, devoid of any love.
They told you stories, of heaven's golden shore,
But lies are whispers, and truth will always roar.
(Pre-Chorus)
The body's rotting, beneath the frozen ground,
But something stirs, a horrifying sound.
A twisted echo, of every wicked deed,
A harvest sown, from every planted seed.
(Chorus -
Death! It's not the ending, it's the...
The light extinguished, a final, hollow breath,
Cold steel embrace, the chilling kiss of death.
No silver lining, no pearly gates above,
Just endless blackness, devoid of any love.
They told you stories, of heaven's golden shore,
But lies are whispers, and truth will always roar.
(Pre-Chorus)
The body's rotting, beneath the frozen ground,
But something stirs, a horrifying sound.
A twisted echo, of every wicked deed,
A harvest sown, from every planted seed.
(Chorus -
Death! It's not the ending, it's the...
#dark
#death
#heaven
#hell
#religion
183 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:47pm
6th Feb 2025 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
116 reads
0 Comments
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
152 reads
4 Comments
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