Least Read Poems About Religion
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Least read poems about religion. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 9:41pm
16th Dec 2022 9:41pm
AMOR ETERNO
Te amo, O Dios, con todo mi corazon
Con todo mi mente y mi ser.
Con todo lo que tengo en mi interior
Deseas verdad en lo mas intimo de nosotros
Te amo hasta que la luna no de su luz
Ni el sol su calor.
Hasta que Tu verdad deje de existir
No por ley del hombre
Sino por el fin de la eternidad
Te amare y te alabare porque eres lo mas amoroso que hay en la vida
Aunqu seamos infieles, Tu sigues siendo fiel
Pues, no te nace ni te niegas a Ti mismo
Es Tu verdad por todas las generaciones.
Apesar de todas las cosas, te...
Con todo mi mente y mi ser.
Con todo lo que tengo en mi interior
Deseas verdad en lo mas intimo de nosotros
Te amo hasta que la luna no de su luz
Ni el sol su calor.
Hasta que Tu verdad deje de existir
No por ley del hombre
Sino por el fin de la eternidad
Te amare y te alabare porque eres lo mas amoroso que hay en la vida
Aunqu seamos infieles, Tu sigues siendo fiel
Pues, no te nace ni te niegas a Ti mismo
Es Tu verdad por todas las generaciones.
Apesar de todas las cosas, te...
#religion
#Christian
#faith #spiritual
#faith #spiritual
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 8:09pm
15th Jan 2025 8:09pm
FOREVER WITH YOU
CHORUS:
Wherever you be, I’ll be
Wherever you go, I’ll go
Wherever you stay, I’ll stay
I’m forever with You
Wherever you move, I’ll move
Wherever you stop, I’ll stop
Wherever you yield, I’ll yield
// I’m forever with You //
Inside of my heart
Inside of my mind
Inside of my soul
// I’m forever with You //
1
When You hide Yourself into the night
And I’ve lost all sight
All sight of You
I lift my praise
And there – again – I see Your face
Dwelling there – in my praise
Inside of my...
Wherever you be, I’ll be
Wherever you go, I’ll go
Wherever you stay, I’ll stay
I’m forever with You
Wherever you move, I’ll move
Wherever you stop, I’ll stop
Wherever you yield, I’ll yield
// I’m forever with You //
Inside of my heart
Inside of my mind
Inside of my soul
// I’m forever with You //
1
When You hide Yourself into the night
And I’ve lost all sight
All sight of You
I lift my praise
And there – again – I see Your face
Dwelling there – in my praise
Inside of my...
#faith
#religion
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:49pm
15th Oct 2024 6:49pm
LET THERE BE LIGHT
You’ve been sitting in the dark
For quite some time
Awaiting for answers
Lost in confusion
Wondering and wandering
Afraid of the future
Terrified for eternity
Hearing echoes of the past
Re-living events of yesterday
Unable to move forward into tomorrow
Uncertain are the steps you take today
Valley Shadows haunting you
You need a Savior
You need salvation
A touch of the Creator’s hands
All darkness expels.
And the Midnight Black veil of the sky above you
Splits in two
When His voice bangs against...
For quite some time
Awaiting for answers
Lost in confusion
Wondering and wandering
Afraid of the future
Terrified for eternity
Hearing echoes of the past
Re-living events of yesterday
Unable to move forward into tomorrow
Uncertain are the steps you take today
Valley Shadows haunting you
You need a Savior
You need salvation
A touch of the Creator’s hands
All darkness expels.
And the Midnight Black veil of the sky above you
Splits in two
When His voice bangs against...
#redemption
#religion
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
MISCONCEPTION
Misconception is worst than a lie and worst than deception.
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
#religion
#Christian
#TruthOfLife #tradition
#TruthOfLife #tradition
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1 Comment
Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
Unconsciousness Ink
I CANT BREATH”!
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#God
#freedom
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Nov 2017 3:13pm
10th Nov 2017 3:13pm
Seize The Opportunity
There may come a time a golden opportunity will come around
And you'll have to shut off the voices that surround
Heed not to the fears that whisper in your ear
That golden opportunity may be the one to wipe away your tear.
You may have to bend and break some rules,
Hear the scorns of those who will say you're a fool.
You may have to break out of your circle and forget all that you were taught
To obtain that which you so badly sought.
You may have to endure the rising wars within and around you
But letting go of the gold you'll regret...
And you'll have to shut off the voices that surround
Heed not to the fears that whisper in your ear
That golden opportunity may be the one to wipe away your tear.
You may have to bend and break some rules,
Hear the scorns of those who will say you're a fool.
You may have to break out of your circle and forget all that you were taught
To obtain that which you so badly sought.
You may have to endure the rising wars within and around you
But letting go of the gold you'll regret...
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#spiritual
#humankind
#uplifting
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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rksingh
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 11:32am
22nd Jan 2025 11:32am
THE HELL IS REAL
They lure me with wealth in heaven
as if plucking a pubic hair
would reduce weight of the dead body
they don’t see the bruises abandoned
on the fading skin of apple
that rolls metaphors in the basket
sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams
on the horizon float to descend
for a share in the horrors of earth
they blindly conceal to hoodwink
god’s will for poets cultured in the past
now glittering as the sun’s wreckage
I can’t clean nor rebuild around them
the hell is real I can’t run away
with sweet...
as if plucking a pubic hair
would reduce weight of the dead body
they don’t see the bruises abandoned
on the fading skin of apple
that rolls metaphors in the basket
sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams
on the horizon float to descend
for a share in the horrors of earth
they blindly conceal to hoodwink
god’s will for poets cultured in the past
now glittering as the sun’s wreckage
I can’t clean nor rebuild around them
the hell is real I can’t run away
with sweet...
#anxiety
#apathy
#disappointment #religion
#disappointment #religion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
Vision 2
The sun impresses fire into my being.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
#religion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:33pm
8th Jan 2025 7:33pm
Praises
I wandered wastes of ash and stone
Where winds would gnaw and sing its tone
No mortal tongue could still my plight
Only whispers of deceit in the night
Yet in the black of heavens torn
I found wisdom carved in relics worn
Bones of saints, their silent cries
Echoed truths where hope yet dies
The lamb’s triumph was blood-etched lore
A feast where shadows weep and adore
Salvation writ in iron chains
In hymns of fire and eternal pains
Within the cloisters of the dead
Where incense cloaks what once was dread ...
Where winds would gnaw and sing its tone
No mortal tongue could still my plight
Only whispers of deceit in the night
Yet in the black of heavens torn
I found wisdom carved in relics worn
Bones of saints, their silent cries
Echoed truths where hope yet dies
The lamb’s triumph was blood-etched lore
A feast where shadows weep and adore
Salvation writ in iron chains
In hymns of fire and eternal pains
Within the cloisters of the dead
Where incense cloaks what once was dread ...
#dark
#faith
#prayer
#religion
#spiritual
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Dec 2017 7:52am
28th Dec 2017 7:52am
Celebrating You
Today is your special day
And even though you are a heaven away
We carry the cherished memory of you
Remembering 65 years ago today
You were born into the world
To bless our lives and touch our hearts.
You were heaven sent, a borrowed gift to us.
You were in the Earth but not of this world
You played the role of mom & friend
But Lord knows you were His angel
Sent with a mission to show us the perfect unity
That exists in heaven
Among the angels and saints
.
You were the glue that bound us together
Now you are gone,...
And even though you are a heaven away
We carry the cherished memory of you
Remembering 65 years ago today
You were born into the world
To bless our lives and touch our hearts.
You were heaven sent, a borrowed gift to us.
You were in the Earth but not of this world
You played the role of mom & friend
But Lord knows you were His angel
Sent with a mission to show us the perfect unity
That exists in heaven
Among the angels and saints
.
You were the glue that bound us together
Now you are gone,...
#love
#religion
#angels
#heaven
#memories
37 reads
5 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
Vision 1
It cuts like fire.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
#religion
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Religion
