Poems About Religion Seeking Friendly Advice
#religion
Poems about religion seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Sunday
We praise you, O God,
our redeemer, creator…”
Almost time to get tidied up
presentable
for the parade of washed and scrubbed souls
lined up in our chairs in the chemo ward
waiting for that weekly infusion of faith
“Not what my hands have done
can save my guilty soul…”
I do want to look like I have my shit together,
at least enough for basic hygiene
forget that an hour before, I was stinking and greasy.
I’ll stand up there and sing
and they’ll imagine me “mature in faith”, ...
our redeemer, creator…”
Almost time to get tidied up
presentable
for the parade of washed and scrubbed souls
lined up in our chairs in the chemo ward
waiting for that weekly infusion of faith
“Not what my hands have done
can save my guilty soul…”
I do want to look like I have my shit together,
at least enough for basic hygiene
forget that an hour before, I was stinking and greasy.
I’ll stand up there and sing
and they’ll imagine me “mature in faith”, ...
#religion
#faith
#music #NaPoWriMo2024
#music #NaPoWriMo2024
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To see love win
I cannot change the system from within,
so why stay here, stuck in the status quo?
I know I might not live to see love win.
When frightened minds see human love as sin
and power players change rules as they go,
it’s risky changing systems from within.
I feel the judgement even from my kin,
who say that change is moving far too slow
and don’t have time to wait to see love win.
But change by force will only change the spin,
as new oppressors rise up from below.
To end the cycle, hearts must change within.
...
so why stay here, stuck in the status quo?
I know I might not live to see love win.
When frightened minds see human love as sin
and power players change rules as they go,
it’s risky changing systems from within.
I feel the judgement even from my kin,
who say that change is moving far too slow
and don’t have time to wait to see love win.
But change by force will only change the spin,
as new oppressors rise up from below.
To end the cycle, hearts must change within.
...
#oppression
#politics
#religion
#rebellion
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Valhalla
Valhalla
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared...
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared...
#religion
#Christian
#prayer
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Rabbit Religion
I am a cat
and you are a rabbit with a Jonah complex
you see my pointed teeth,
my hungry eyes that
follow you around the room
as you undress
and they call to you like a siren song
you make your home
at the back of my throat,
sleep softly under my tongue
you see the jaws of death around you every second
and I would love to hear about what kind of religion
a little bunny like you subscribes to
which gives you such faith
that they will never...
and you are a rabbit with a Jonah complex
you see my pointed teeth,
my hungry eyes that
follow you around the room
as you undress
and they call to you like a siren song
you make your home
at the back of my throat,
sleep softly under my tongue
you see the jaws of death around you every second
and I would love to hear about what kind of religion
a little bunny like you subscribes to
which gives you such faith
that they will never...
#love
#religion
#faith
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God of the Sound of Particularly Tender Laughter
you have this affinity
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
#religion
#Romanticism
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The Fear Stings
I passed away long years ago
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
#death
#religion
#Christian
#rebirth
#rhyming
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Totumolong, the Little People
when our world was young
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the...
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the...
#religion
#fairies
#WritingPoetry
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Unmarked
Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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Mea Culpa
was it my fault?
what did i do?
i was so little
always felt his
anger, tangible
at the surface
as i got older
bits & pieces
were laid bare
on the news
i searched for
clarity, trying to
figure out who
this man is?
the only thing
i know osvaldo
was his name
given name
he's a bottler
a closed book
was he a victim
or a witness or
...an abuser?
my father who
once was a friar
whatever he's ...
what did i do?
i was so little
always felt his
anger, tangible
at the surface
as i got older
bits & pieces
were laid bare
on the news
i searched for
clarity, trying to
figure out who
this man is?
the only thing
i know osvaldo
was his name
given name
he's a bottler
a closed book
was he a victim
or a witness or
...an abuser?
my father who
once was a friar
whatever he's ...
#religion
#confessional
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A Deadly Town
In a place called Oak Ridge, Woodlands, Texas is the sacred temple...
The sacred place of peace and destruction.
Alia joins the masonic lodge despite what Christians think. Driving a sword.
Non people pleasing serum.
Armageddon has arrived. Stampede from Lion King 1 will happen.
And we all will die
The sacred place of peace and destruction.
Alia joins the masonic lodge despite what Christians think. Driving a sword.
Non people pleasing serum.
Armageddon has arrived. Stampede from Lion King 1 will happen.
And we all will die
#religion
#Christian
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Eat the Bagel
It was a fulfilling
and tiring morning
I had just left
the local gym
This poem is almost
pointless to read
But stick around and
maybe you'll understand
So I fell fast asleep
and visions arrived
A man in robes
looking so serious
"Please get up now,"
He says calmly
And looking up quickly
I see something
In his left hand
A single bagel
"Go eat one now,"
he says plainly
"Okay," I mumble quietly ...
and tiring morning
I had just left
the local gym
This poem is almost
pointless to read
But stick around and
maybe you'll understand
So I fell fast asleep
and visions arrived
A man in robes
looking so serious
"Please get up now,"
He says calmly
And looking up quickly
I see something
In his left hand
A single bagel
"Go eat one now,"
he says plainly
"Okay," I mumble quietly ...
#religion
#food
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God’s Fingerprint
God’s Fingerprint
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
#religion
#God
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
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