Poems About Religion Seeking Friendly Advice
#religion
Poems about religion seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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Eros Awakens - The Question
The gods and Myths
that have died and lived
and the ones long forgotten
In absence of truth
believing without proof
No one asking the question
Self fulfilling prophecies
So many theologies
Each one is the only one
They all come as a pair
using faith without a care
Never asking the question
Justifying it's better
to have faith and believe
The cry of the oppressor since our origin
A man of logic
begins to conceive
Should we really limit God to one...
that have died and lived
and the ones long forgotten
In absence of truth
believing without proof
No one asking the question
Self fulfilling prophecies
So many theologies
Each one is the only one
They all come as a pair
using faith without a care
Never asking the question
Justifying it's better
to have faith and believe
The cry of the oppressor since our origin
A man of logic
begins to conceive
Should we really limit God to one...
#faith
#mythology
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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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
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4 Comments
Miserable World

#dark
#death
#faith
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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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
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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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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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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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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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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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It's all BS
Are all Religions just Terrorist groups by another name?
I am an evidence based kind of guy and the overwhelming evidence suggests both are identical, man made and fundamentally anti humanistic.
We all know it but none will admit that, Religion is Terrorism.Behind Religions high moral values, you will find the same appalling values of any Terrorist group.
The soils of the earth are enriched by the bodies of those who fought and killed for Christ,for Allah,for some silly sun god.
The soils of the earth are enriched by the bodies of those who fought and...
I am an evidence based kind of guy and the overwhelming evidence suggests both are identical, man made and fundamentally anti humanistic.
We all know it but none will admit that, Religion is Terrorism.Behind Religions high moral values, you will find the same appalling values of any Terrorist group.
The soils of the earth are enriched by the bodies of those who fought and killed for Christ,for Allah,for some silly sun god.
The soils of the earth are enriched by the bodies of those who fought and...
#religion
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DU Poetry : Poems About Religion Seeking Friendly Advice