Poems About Religion Seeking Friendly Advice
#religion
Poems about religion seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Valeriyabeyond
Valeriya
Valeriya
Poem Published
Today 9:30am
Today 9:30am
Refund Time
Spread eagle across legions
that carry the face , of delusion
painted various shades of dread .
Hang delicately the crowbar, with
its raised edges.
Run it through the holes in
his hands , to bear witness to
their counterfeit Messiah
Pluck needle forms of
splintered remains a vis-a-vis
of occasional liberated anxiety,
stored away in the pocket of a
destitute mortal being
Vivication chiseled to nothing
eyes open, unfastened time
lag on the refund of time
It was...
that carry the face , of delusion
painted various shades of dread .
Hang delicately the crowbar, with
its raised edges.
Run it through the holes in
his hands , to bear witness to
their counterfeit Messiah
Pluck needle forms of
splintered remains a vis-a-vis
of occasional liberated anxiety,
stored away in the pocket of a
destitute mortal being
Vivication chiseled to nothing
eyes open, unfastened time
lag on the refund of time
It was...
#religion
#God
#Christian
8 reads
0 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
31st May 2020 7:08pm
31st May 2020 7:08pm
Cloacina
Is a Goddess
#religion
#spiritual
34 reads
10 Comments
silent_sound
Poem Published
27th May 2020 9:20pm
27th May 2020 9:20pm
..adoracíon al sol..
.sun Ra in my ears..
::while i::
..sun worship..
::in the::
..sun..sun..sun..
..your light..
..sustaining my wilderness..
::while i::
..sun worship..
::in the::
..sun..sun..sun..
..your light..
..sustaining my wilderness..
#sun
#summer
#religion
35 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th May 2020 2:23am
26th May 2020 2:23am
The Pilgrimage To Mecca (Straight Talk)
Forgive Them Father For They Know Not What They Do
In the civil unrest years of the 1960's minorities needed hope, we needed prayer to bridge racial disparity among the masses.
I am writing this in regard to an important part in our history, some if not all have long forgotten, in addition, for those who have survived it.
May your nights be restful and for the ones who were left beyond, may the memories stir your mind to give it much needed comfort and rest.
Let’s visit...
In the civil unrest years of the 1960's minorities needed hope, we needed prayer to bridge racial disparity among the masses.
I am writing this in regard to an important part in our history, some if not all have long forgotten, in addition, for those who have survived it.
May your nights be restful and for the ones who were left beyond, may the memories stir your mind to give it much needed comfort and rest.
Let’s visit...
#sadness
#grief
#death
#religion
#memories
50 reads
10 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th May 2020 8:02am
20th May 2020 8:02am
Mayan Spring
Mayan Spring
Taavi’s, manly massive is driven by the steam heat of thermal water shooting from a hot spring over the cliff and into the pool he stands in. A rainbow graces the mist from the cascade that pelts him. The colors are a sign of Ixchel the Mayan goddess of love whose name in hieroglyphics is Chak Chel or ‘large rainbow.’ Tropic desire swells within him until his half-mast tube is flush with lava.
The risk of getting caught makes him step out of geyser rain until his tower leans and bows down like an acolyte before his priestess. But the rainbow goddess summons...
Taavi’s, manly massive is driven by the steam heat of thermal water shooting from a hot spring over the cliff and into the pool he stands in. A rainbow graces the mist from the cascade that pelts him. The colors are a sign of Ixchel the Mayan goddess of love whose name in hieroglyphics is Chak Chel or ‘large rainbow.’ Tropic desire swells within him until his half-mast tube is flush with lava.
The risk of getting caught makes him step out of geyser rain until his tower leans and bows down like an acolyte before his priestess. But the rainbow goddess summons...
#oppression
#religion
#freedom
#historical
#rebellion
53 reads
6 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
15th May 2020 8:16pm
15th May 2020 8:16pm
Godly MoFo
if god can’t handle a bit of criticism
some good old fashioned humor
if god can’t stand the smoke then
he should get out of.the fuckin’ kitchen
i mean he’s all powerful all knowing
omnipotent omnipresent
yea right
i'm created in his image
so i'm omnipotent omnipresent all knowing
and its OK if i hate blacks and chinks and spics and WOPs
its ok if i make war to control oil that pollutes
the water the land
the atmosphere
its OK if i choose greedy schmucks
to be my leaders
...
some good old fashioned humor
if god can’t stand the smoke then
he should get out of.the fuckin’ kitchen
i mean he’s all powerful all knowing
omnipotent omnipresent
yea right
i'm created in his image
so i'm omnipotent omnipresent all knowing
and its OK if i hate blacks and chinks and spics and WOPs
its ok if i make war to control oil that pollutes
the water the land
the atmosphere
its OK if i choose greedy schmucks
to be my leaders
...
#anger
#politics
#religion
#God
#spiritual
57 reads
2 Comments
J_Plisskin
Poem Published
12th May 2020 5:11am
12th May 2020 5:11am
*taps on your ego* h-hello, is this poem on?
#sex
#politics
#religion
57 reads
1 Comment
Valeriyabeyond
Valeriya
Valeriya
Poem Published
7th May 2020 4:55am
7th May 2020 4:55am
Psychomimetic
The Offering , Your Soul
Exchanged For Eternal Life
Torture Device Hangs On
Your Neck
Blood Sacrifice Blood Worship
Spiritual Adrenochrome
Or Esoterically Evolved
Exchanged For Eternal Life
Torture Device Hangs On
Your Neck
Blood Sacrifice Blood Worship
Spiritual Adrenochrome
Or Esoterically Evolved
#religion
53 reads
2 Comments
Valeriyabeyond
Valeriya
Valeriya
Poem Published
6th May 2020 6:16pm
6th May 2020 6:16pm
Compensation For The Abused
Stark white linen, hangs
from ligaments, a cohesive
weld, with a twist of cartiledge
binding the wicked in an
orgy, of floccillation.
Tattered prayer cloths exposed,
erect near the steeple,
where children no longer
play
They lie down, where
morning glories lose their
heads
Esthesis in a mottled sky,
carried by East wind
Dogs teeth chaw, ptyalise
the cud of dead persona
While four bearded elders
stand, empty sewing
the eyelids shut, of one
another
...
from ligaments, a cohesive
weld, with a twist of cartiledge
binding the wicked in an
orgy, of floccillation.
Tattered prayer cloths exposed,
erect near the steeple,
where children no longer
play
They lie down, where
morning glories lose their
heads
Esthesis in a mottled sky,
carried by East wind
Dogs teeth chaw, ptyalise
the cud of dead persona
While four bearded elders
stand, empty sewing
the eyelids shut, of one
another
...
#abuse
#religion
51 reads
3 Comments
Zackareigh
Poem Published
5th May 2020 3:10am
5th May 2020 3:10am
The Sun Always Rises Again
There are loved ones,
friends and family,
whose soft presence
you sorely miss.
There are loved ones,
high aplenty,
that soar freely
in Heaven's bliss
There are loved ones,
in his garden,
flying kites that
are in your name
When you're done here,
and told you've told your story,
you will join them again,
one day.
friends and family,
whose soft presence
you sorely miss.
There are loved ones,
high aplenty,
that soar freely
in Heaven's bliss
There are loved ones,
in his garden,
flying kites that
are in your name
When you're done here,
and told you've told your story,
you will join them again,
one day.
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
#religion
#TimeHeals
39 reads
0 Comments
Zackareigh
Poem Published
5th May 2020 3:08am
5th May 2020 3:08am
Misadventures of a Catholic Man
you bow your head
and mumble prayers
kind of believing,
but not really there.
your faith rocks,
gently to and fro,
as you stare blankly
into the unknown
what is up there,
way up high?
what is down there,
below the sky?
the world is full of wonders
and its mysteries are vast
but one thing is certain
this life, it does not last.
and mumble prayers
kind of believing,
but not really there.
your faith rocks,
gently to and fro,
as you stare blankly
into the unknown
what is up there,
way up high?
what is down there,
below the sky?
the world is full of wonders
and its mysteries are vast
but one thing is certain
this life, it does not last.
#sadness
#anxiety
#religion
#Christian
#despair
35 reads
2 Comments
Ripper
Poem Published
4th May 2020 3:31pm
4th May 2020 3:31pm
No One Knows
Blank pages
All of You
Reading
Singing
All knowing tunes
The views I see
Constructed from bullshit
None of you knows what happens when we fall down death's pit
Shut the fuck up
You don't feel the universe
You're not one
You don't even understand the basic science of how shit works
In the past
Genius
Was revered
As a closeness to God
Prophets were modern seers
Creating, theorizing, seeing flaws
Now I see regular men and women
Dancing around ...
All of You
Reading
Singing
All knowing tunes
The views I see
Constructed from bullshit
None of you knows what happens when we fall down death's pit
Shut the fuck up
You don't feel the universe
You're not one
You don't even understand the basic science of how shit works
In the past
Genius
Was revered
As a closeness to God
Prophets were modern seers
Creating, theorizing, seeing flaws
Now I see regular men and women
Dancing around ...
#death
#religion
#frustration #ignorance
#frustration #ignorance
78 reads
6 Comments
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