Poems About Religion Seeking Honest Critique
#religion
Poems about religion seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Anarchitect
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:11am
Yesterday 00:11am
Do The Math
He, like so many
that came before Him
handed off the baton
Need for relay
cleared of distortion
a purified message to people
His grand vision
Instead, you chose otherwise
focused on spreading division
inked black with lies
Non-plussed
treating your leg
as an earthly prize
Little more than
billboarded face
and title is your
Savior disguise
Masses left yearning
waiting
idle
all across the land
Marathon Messiah,
we're in...
that came before Him
handed off the baton
Need for relay
cleared of distortion
a purified message to people
His grand vision
Instead, you chose otherwise
focused on spreading division
inked black with lies
Non-plussed
treating your leg
as an earthly prize
Little more than
billboarded face
and title is your
Savior disguise
Masses left yearning
waiting
idle
all across the land
Marathon Messiah,
we're in...
#religion
#spiritual
12 reads
2 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 5:10pm
14th Jul 2019 5:10pm
Paradise gone
Sun is shining, weather’s cold;
My broken soul will not let go.
I am dead whilst you still live;
How could they just let this be?
Save me please from everything,
That they have sent to hurt me.
I do not deserve this, please;
I only want to live.
Atheist, didn’t believe, is now heading for Hell.
Aargh this place is scary and what the Hell’s that smell?
Is that a corpse? My God, my God;
I’m buried with the dead.
My God, my God, my head, my leg;
They shot me in the chest.
I see myself,...
My broken soul will not let go.
I am dead whilst you still live;
How could they just let this be?
Save me please from everything,
That they have sent to hurt me.
I do not deserve this, please;
I only want to live.
Atheist, didn’t believe, is now heading for Hell.
Aargh this place is scary and what the Hell’s that smell?
Is that a corpse? My God, my God;
I’m buried with the dead.
My God, my God, my head, my leg;
They shot me in the chest.
I see myself,...
#dark
#death
#religion
#God
#hell
17 reads
1 Comment
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 5:33am
13th Jul 2019 5:33am
Theosophy.
Most organized religions
share the same basic template:
guilt, prayer, more guilt and extortion
(all interspersed with an occasional holiday).
“b.e.”©2019
share the same basic template:
guilt, prayer, more guilt and extortion
(all interspersed with an occasional holiday).
“b.e.”©2019
#religion
#culture
19 reads
3 Comments
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 8:52pm
12th Jul 2019 8:52pm
An Amish Sweet 16.
an Amish teen
finds candy, cars,
cannabis, colors,
corduroy and copulation-
but she does not
know what they are
for.
“b.e.”©2019
finds candy, cars,
cannabis, colors,
corduroy and copulation-
but she does not
know what they are
for.
“b.e.”©2019
#religion
#misunderstood
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
30 reads
2 Comments
prestonGibson
NomadsPath
NomadsPath
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 3:30am
12th Jul 2019 3:30am
The Overlook
Pray tell
How many limbs must one sever
to be lighter than a feather;
how many roots must be gut
to lengthen a reach;
how clean
and cut
and bleached
must one become
before returning home
...
Should there be anything left
of either
How many limbs must one sever
to be lighter than a feather;
how many roots must be gut
to lengthen a reach;
how clean
and cut
and bleached
must one become
before returning home
...
Should there be anything left
of either
#religion
#faith
#acceptance
28 reads
2 Comments
DiaryoftheNow
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 8:56pm
11th Jul 2019 8:56pm
Spiritgirl
The light tap of a goddess
Like a dancing vapor in the distance
From the depths of sunken eyes
Is a sunken treasure
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
Though I cannot touch it or name it
I can taste its structure.
Like the bitter darkness
Of interweaving pines
I'll be smiling in fall,
when I crumple and go brown,
Returning to dirt,
I'll give it all back.
Like a dancing vapor in the distance
From the depths of sunken eyes
Is a sunken treasure
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
Though I cannot touch it or name it
I can taste its structure.
Like the bitter darkness
Of interweaving pines
I'll be smiling in fall,
when I crumple and go brown,
Returning to dirt,
I'll give it all back.
#religion
14 reads
0 Comments
monkeyman
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 6:29pm
7th Jul 2019 6:29pm
The Subverted Word
Once “the word”
was spoken
and all who heard
knew it’s truth
no witness left
a disbeliever
for knowing needs no proof
That word once spoken
Talks now
But not so clear
It seems
Hijacked by
the quest for power
Whittled down
and sold
for broken dreams
All the talk
has lost its meaning
and non who talk it
know the truth
A word they say
was spoken
but not knowing
now needs proof
...
was spoken
and all who heard
knew it’s truth
no witness left
a disbeliever
for knowing needs no proof
That word once spoken
Talks now
But not so clear
It seems
Hijacked by
the quest for power
Whittled down
and sold
for broken dreams
All the talk
has lost its meaning
and non who talk it
know the truth
A word they say
was spoken
but not knowing
now needs proof
...
#power
#religion
#God
#humankind
#PowerOfWords
24 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 4:51am
7th Jul 2019 4:51am
Savior
Are you ready
Cock in mouth
A personal savior
2 percent cash back
Payback for every load
Jesus saves
Cock in mouth
A personal savior
2 percent cash back
Payback for every load
Jesus saves
#sex
#religion
100 reads
15 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 6:19pm
5th Jul 2019 6:19pm
ZenOgram From The Faithless (Dappled) DaDa
head'hard rocket
missile came to go.
tiny pieces (of paper)
for snow
on zenmountain po-em
in some ancient sense.
O pleas don't ease me nor grease me
if I slide thru a present tense
Time "is running out" Look at that
little fucker fly !
(don't look now as it might be greater later)
Better hurryUp'n cry so bloody high(as to die)
when holiday spirits bring about
"bums busting (in) air" (gave proof to wha_? )
Nonsense totale ! ( tho who's to care ?) ...
missile came to go.
tiny pieces (of paper)
for snow
on zenmountain po-em
in some ancient sense.
O pleas don't ease me nor grease me
if I slide thru a present tense
Time "is running out" Look at that
little fucker fly !
(don't look now as it might be greater later)
Better hurryUp'n cry so bloody high(as to die)
when holiday spirits bring about
"bums busting (in) air" (gave proof to wha_? )
Nonsense totale ! ( tho who's to care ?) ...
#happiness
#death
#religion
#Buddhist
#philosophical
29 reads
4 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 7:38pm
3rd Jul 2019 7:38pm
Visiting Emmanuel
Gathered in the lobby.
Ticketed and scanned.
A ritual. A recitation
of barcodes - once deplored
by Christ’s army and now
in their churches.
We’re taken to the lecture hall.
Cast out devils. Heal the sick.
Voice of Heaven
circling the dome.
Contrasting shades of oak
enshrine these passages
and bring the scent of Anglican domain.
In such a place we seem
like sinners in the melting pot.
Ticketed and scanned.
A ritual. A recitation
of barcodes - once deplored
by Christ’s army and now
in their churches.
We’re taken to the lecture hall.
Cast out devils. Heal the sick.
Voice of Heaven
circling the dome.
Contrasting shades of oak
enshrine these passages
and bring the scent of Anglican domain.
In such a place we seem
like sinners in the melting pot.
#religion
#Christian
29 reads
2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 3:35pm
2nd Jul 2019 3:35pm
While barbed wire sings “In The Sweet By and By” – Sonnet Sixty
Considering the dangers of the mind,
The paths that every neuron’s spark resists,
How roses smell, like burning diesel blinds,
And water tastes like casualty lists.
I have to laugh at fries and Big Mac’s range,
Like Quick Assualts’ STS systems drop,
Both land to kill in hospitals’ exchange,
As arteries and AK’s pop, pop, pop.
I love that newsprint lined my birdies’ cage,
‘Cause now it’s our brains catching used news’ shit.
In Fox’s and in CNNs outrage,
A gas attack to help the sheep forget.
It’s Reich or wrong, that...
The paths that every neuron’s spark resists,
How roses smell, like burning diesel blinds,
And water tastes like casualty lists.
I have to laugh at fries and Big Mac’s range,
Like Quick Assualts’ STS systems drop,
Both land to kill in hospitals’ exchange,
As arteries and AK’s pop, pop, pop.
I love that newsprint lined my birdies’ cage,
‘Cause now it’s our brains catching used news’ shit.
In Fox’s and in CNNs outrage,
A gas attack to help the sheep forget.
It’s Reich or wrong, that...
#hate
#politics
#war
#religion
#sonnet
26 reads
2 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
1st Jul 2019 6:37pm
1st Jul 2019 6:37pm
Virgin Territory
First, she plucked that juicy apple -
took herself a big ole bite;
then grabbed Adam by the balls -
sucked him off silly through the night
Her thirst, insatiable;
she couldn't get enough
of that cock; such girth ...
and liked it rough
It was
Heaven
on
Earth
took herself a big ole bite;
then grabbed Adam by the balls -
sucked him off silly through the night
Her thirst, insatiable;
she couldn't get enough
of that cock; such girth ...
and liked it rough
It was
Heaven
on
Earth
#sex
#religion
#spiritual
50 reads
2 Comments
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